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Philosophical cow dung on the life of little Ms. Imperfectly Fine.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Spilled the beans...

Yup, I did it. I finally confessed the almost public information that I like Ali* or shall I say, A*.

How did he take it? Well, I'm not sure whether he took it well enough. But, yeah we're still friends. (I know, that's what they all say.)

And the award for the most heart stopping and nerve wrecking question of the year goes to...

"What if I say that I'm also attracted to you?"


What if? Oh, come on.. My dumb answer to supply for the not-so-intelligible question was, I'll jump off this cliff, happy at least.

It was weird. But, I know now that he likes me (as a friend, confirmed) but I guess I'll just have to wait for what time does best, which is at changing things.

Now I can get on with my life. Will I?

Way da go, A*..

Friday, November 11, 2005

In starbucks, drinking frappucinno with Justynn and Yat. Laughing our heads off.

This is Yat;

hi, this is yat.i think blogging totally oxymoronic, macam amende jer. you wanna be a writer and then you wanna write journals and put down personal stuffs tapi they put it on the internet suruh orang baca... amende laa.. tapi kalau member dah suruh,belasah jer laa... well, it's been awhile since i wrote anything, anywhere... but it doesn't hurt to try, does it? oww,oww,OWW!


Ceh!

I think it's all about sharing stuff, some sort of therapy. You just write and write what you want without the usual restrictions, you can be honest if you want to and lie if it means much. At the end of the day, you are free to exercise your freedom of thoughts. Hey, no one should tell you what to think or how to see things. And if they don't like what they read then they don't have to. The world of bloggers/blog enthusiasts and people who thinks little of it run in parallels. In short, whuteva!

It's nice to write about dull unimportant stuff, makes you appreciate that in truth, it's not that bad.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Balancing substance

Great weekend. Had a blast of a time with the guys and of course with my gal pal Justynn.

If I stop talking about Ali* and don't be so obsessive over him, I might be able to put some substance in this blog. Contrary to many beliefs, I'm not some love-sick kitty looking for catnip. All is well, I'm coping with the idea that all my crushes would inevitably end up as my friends. Nothing wrong with that. Ali* in particular is a good friend.

By the way, there is a possibility that he's reading this. The idea of using some other name is so that he doesn't know about it, but that seems dumb now that it's close to being public knowledge. I don't bottle up my feelings, I can be secretive but why should I? Hey, you know who you are. With all this knowledge, you should do something about it right? A girl can't do everything on her own, even a hardcore feminist needs a guy to do her bidding (hehe... somehow that doesn't fit into the picture).

My point is, you know how I feel, shame you for not helping me, by bursting my bubbles and let me fall graciously down to Earth, OR by flying me to the moon, wherever you'd like it to be, honey. Either way, I'll be here.

Yeah, I turned twenty a few days ago. It was no grand event but meaningful nonetheless because it coincided with Raya and the whole family was there. Anyway, one of the things that I got (or purchased) for my birthday is a book on zodiac. I guess I'm a sucker for horoscopes but to me I think people have this misconception that it's all about predicting the future and things that would befall a person etc. But I like the idea that it's about anticipating a person's behavior when confronted with certain events that might trigger a particular reaction. You're not being told what would happen to you, but what you should react if something happens.

We had a few laughs reading the characteristics of our friends. I am deemed as the forgiving lover of sex and one with the penetrating intellect that loves to dominate and debate.

That pretty much sums it all up. Someday I'll reveal who Ali* is, hopefully soon, to bring balance back to the force.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

AliRossi

Something interesting happened, I got a kad raya from a friend(I think) named AliRossi(I doubt that's his real name) and if you're reading this, thank you so much for it. I'm so sorry I can't recall who you are. It would have been very helpful if you had given your contact details so that I could reply the wishes at least. With that aside, please ignore the fact that I'll be writing some stuff regarding your mail. The reason why I think it would be interesting to write about is because it’s just it.

Okay, so I got a mail from this AliRossi guy who knows my home address. Firstly, I can't remember giving my address to any Ali; in fact I don't have any close friends named Ali. So, I'm thinking that perhaps we used to go to the same school. Yet, why didn't he leave his real name and the usual, hey, it's *** from MRSM (yup, I'm an ex-MRSM)?

Secondly, he addressed me as Little Ms. Ana. Newsflash* that's the title of my blog so that means he reads my ramblings. But that still does not explain how he knows where I live. Umm, is there something I don't know about? Am I up for sale somewhere on the net like in an obscure website I accidentally signed on with my personal details that include my home address, my medical history and some other useless information?

Thirdly, he included an audio cd with cool songs from the 80s and a couple of recent hits. I'm a bit puzzled on this at first, it's like I don't know this guy and he's already giving me a mix-tape-like cd. Sorry if I gave you the wrong impression, but I kind of like to get to know you first before I start baking cookies for you. But then I notice that he also threw in a guitar pic. So he knows that I play and as my brain worked harder to decipher the hidden code behind the songs, I realized that they all had one thing in common, great guitar. So, it's like a motivation thing for me to improve myself. How sweet is that?

Fourthly, the name Ali is so coincidental, but Rossi is too weird. Even though the whole world knows that I'm so in love with Valentino Rossi, you don't see that nickname very often unless you're a fan of motoGP. Wait a minute, is this some kind of a prank my friends are putting up for me. If that is true, thanks... what are friends for if not to add some spice in your boring life, huh? Can you guys get me the real Rossi after this just to see how wonderful a fool; I would make just for some laughs?

Anyway, thanks AliRossi, I appreciate your card, audio cd and guitar pic very much, whoever you may be. Hope you don't mind dropping a hello sometime or anytime soon. That would be great. By the way, you sure know how to make a girl excited in a non-I'm-getting-on-fire kind of way. Keep it up, I love a good mystery.