I wanted to announce the person's name next week. But come to think about it again, it will be Aidiladha soon and most bloggers will be on holiday. Furthermore, with the answers I got, I think lots of bloggers wanted to have my confession rather than an announcement:)
Okay...okay...you won! Honestly, I'm not doing a justice to my crush over here. I'm supposed to post about him last week when most of our friends still had the time to read. Unfortunately, due to my own carelessness and streamyx extraordinary service, I did not managed to post this last week. Postponing is something I hate to do; because I want my facts to be right at the right time.
I've always wondered how will I say what I wrote yesterday (in my posting) if the person is in front of me. Trust me, I'm a very shy person. I blush easily. Plus, I have this inferiority of meeting someone in person. I'm not pretty and I'm a chatterbox. Do you think everyone can stand me? No, I don't think so. Furthermore, my past experience of meeting one of my readers has taught me that meeting a reader must be taken into a serious consideration. It can be dangerous.
Let's not spoil the posting by talking about that. Hmmm..let's just say that I have my own imagination about the day I'm going to meet him.
First - Sha meets Mr. Blogger as a Barista
Me: Welcome to Starbucks! Yes, sir...how can I help you?
Him: (showing the board behind me)
Me: Yes sir, do you want your drinks to be cold or hot?
Me: Do you want anything based on coffee, chocolate or tea?
Me: Sir, this is our menu for coffee based hot drinks. You can have a look.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaarggghhhh!!! Imagine that. I mean, his postings have shown me a bit of his personality. His long comments suggested that he is also a chatterbox. But a blogger can be anyone. A chatterbox in the blog but a sealed box in reality.
Second - Sha meets Mr. Blogger as a Cleaner
Me: Encik, boleh keluar dari tandas sekejap. Saya nak kemas.
Him: Tapi saya nak kencing sekarang.
Me: Tak boleh tahan kencing ke, encik?
Him: Tak boleh.
Me: Tapi encik kena tahan! Schedule saya mengemas pukul 3. Tak boleh lambat!
Him: Kencing 5 minit pun tak boleh ke?
Me: Tak boleh!
Alamak, what if he is stubborn? Because everyone told me that I'm stubborn a mule! Stubborn man is meeting a stubborn girl? Oooo...that's not good isn't it? What if both of us start to slap each other? Oh, no...a disaster! Erk. Whatever is going to happen after the slapping session is going to be beyond my wildest imagination. Nooooooo....his icon is showing that he might have big hands. My chubby face might not going to accommodate those hands. Tidak! (Will you slap me, Mr. Blogger?)
Errr...honestly. These have been my occupations and I was thinking about the what ifs. Yes, I'm a blogger at home - who might not appear as a barista or a cleaner. But what if I'm meeting this person at work; where I'm going to be clad in my black uniform and green apron while brewing coffee. The worst, what if I'm meeting him while I'm mopping the floor?
Will these change his opinion towards the blogger he saw in this cyber world or will he accept the barista friend? Or the cleaner?
When someone is inviting another person for a meeting or a date (in this situation, it's going to be me), I will have to bring the Mr. Blogger for a meal. Since I was a barista or a cleaner, will this person accept my invitation for a feast at pasar malam - where the fried chicken is more affordable than KFC? What will be his reaction if I'm going to tell him that I can't buy him that nice buffalo wings in Chilly's?
Yes, whatever I just said just now was my biggest fear.
The fear of showing the pimple's scar by the size of a hole in golf course.
The fear of flashing imperfect smile with crooked teeth.
The fear of the drizzles from my mouth when I'm talking.
The fear of the having the body weight of The Biggest Loser's contestant.
The fear of presenting a cold ayam goreng instead of the one cooked by the chefs.
The fear of not being able to talk about Barack Obama and having the only ability to speak of a kitten named Fernando.
The fear of not being able to translate the dots in the sky to something interesting like a classy stewardess in the flight to Thailand?
My words are insignificant.
My life is a cold reality.
This person said this and asked this yesterday:
me? i'm doing it to change the world. one step at a time... start by telling story in my own way. what about u may i ask?
The answer to that question is....
I'm just a blogger with small and simple ideas with hope that people will read my thoughts;)
So, who was that person?
Yup, you can read from the comments of yesterday's posting and you will know. Hehehehe...that's not fair, right? Okay, I'll announce it:
My answer is - this. Please click so that you know the person better.
Talking about him makes me think of the insecurity of telling him about my actual occupation last year. I wanted to hide it so badly because I didn't want anyone to know too much about me. Unfortunately, I eventually made a mistake which caused the gate to the real me to be opened;)
Should I tell them about this story or do you want to do it, Mr. Pocket?
Ooooopsss...did I mentioned his name just now?