I Met Rocky (Rocky's Bru)

I shouldn't blog about this! It's quite embarrassing. But it was the highlight of my week.

Remember I said that I'd been wanting to meet Ahiruddin Attan AKA Rocky of Rocky's Bru. Well, I did. The best thing was that it was not planned. Not exactly!

Nope, I wasn't about to email him or facebook him or do anything that would make me look hard-up. But, hell, I was so hard-up to meet him, I'm not ashamed to admit.

I think Antonio thinks I'm crazy. But he is just so sweet. He knows Rocky but will not introduce me to him because he says he (and probably Rocky too) will end up being very embarrassed.

I have been following Rocky's Bru from Day One. It was Antonio who introduced me to his blog.

I've been hooked since. This guy's one brave bugger!
From his blog, I go to the blogs on his blog roll. My other favourite is, of course, Jalan Sudin. She is amazing. Love her. I also like MM's Rantings, Stand-Up Philosopher, Zorro, Shanghai Fish, Zewt and Jacqui's Curve and Lady Patsy.

Then I got to know Elviza and Tok Mommy. I used to love Clark Gable of Pulau Duyong but sadly, he no longer blogs.

Now, back to that momentous moment!

I often see him in Bangsar with that certain someone whom I was duly told not to mention because it is none of my business. And don't speculate, I was nicely reminded.

So many times I wanted to say hi and introduce myself, but always stopped short because they seemed to be in their private little world that I didn't want to interrupt.

Antonio told me that Rocky is really very nice. On the ball. Knows stuff. Knows a lot of people. Very helpful. Six-foot two (or three) but such a gentle giant.

Won't that certain someone mind if I intrude?

Antonio said, no way. She's so nice too.

Anyway...boy, I am so nervous just writing this.

He was at Bangsar Village One, in front of the news-stand at the Grocer's supermarket, waiting for her (that certain someone).

Actually, I saw them earlier but I was not sure it was him, or her. I got closer to them as they stepped out of the escalator (from the carpark).

Yep...it was them, alright. So handsome! So macho! And she, so very attractive, and looking so good in a bright t-shirt with white slinky pants. Love her hair!

Then they headed for Basil, the Thai Restaurant. I followed.

They were seated. So I got myself seated too. Lucky me, I got a table very close to them.

They had their lunch. So did I. They chatted. Laughed. Chatted. Couldn't quite hear, although I was at the closest table.
But, I could feel the chemistry in the air. Aaah....lovebirds!

Meanwhile, I was figuring out when I could say hi.

And then. they got up to pay the bill.

I quickly got up too.

"Act naturally, act naturally, " I reminded myself..

So, you must be wondering when I met them.

After paying my bill (oh man. it was worth my tom yam and mocktail lunch!), I rushed out and saw Rocky standing in front of the news-stand.

I walked quickly. Aaah...finally, the moment.

"Hi!', I said. He looked up, smiled, but looking a bit puzzled because obviously I was a stranger, yet I was sure I must have looked familiar because I "lepak" in Bangsar too. Besides, I was lunching a while ago. at the table closest to you. Trying to eavesdrop. :-).
Er...remember? Hope not!

"Rocky?", I asked.

"I must be," he replied, ever so gently and politely. I thought...what a sexy man!

"I'm, er, your, fan..I mean...reader.", I stuttered, stammered.

"Oh?...that's always good to know. And you are?" He smiled. Man! Is this guy ever so tall.

I gave him my real name, I think. Nope. Wasn't going to say that I am the witch who leaves comments in his blog!

Then, she (that certain someone) appeared. She was so sweet. She smiled and said "hi there" and introduced herself.
My God! if I was a lesbian, I'd.....
I know I'm younger than her (Antonio knows her age because he was at her **th birthday party Rocky threw for her at the Press Club. Bloody romantic, I tell you!) but she really put me to shame. She has a great body. She is GORGEOUS!
Yep. No wonder. I could see just why!

I don't know what I mumbled. I might have said "I read you too!".
So nervous. They both smiled and I was sure they wanted to laugh just looking at how nervous I was.
But they were so sweet....

What was wrong with me? They're two normal ordinary people!

Then I said, "bye, bye...nice meeting you guys." I almost tripped as I attempted to "cabut".

I immediately called Jeremy and told him breathlessly that he didn't have to now bother introducing me to Rocky because I'd met the man himself. And a bonus for me, I met her, the LOHL (figure this one out, because Antonio said that's what she is to him).

And I was not disappointed! A fan more than ever, I am!

Now...let me run 10 miles. I need to be in shape.

So, that was the highlight of my week. And I have not gotten over it! Antonio is going around the house with earmuffs!

(So, Rocky, if you happen to pass by here...I've got a special broo for you!)

Has He (or She) Got A Secret Life?

What an odd topic. But I'll tell you why I'm bringing this up.

A close friend of ours just confessed that he's got a "secret" life.

Like a life his wife does not know about. Oh no no. He hasn't got another wife. Not another woman. Nor a mistress. Nor another family.

He's got little activities that he indulges in that the wife does not know about.

He's got sms friends. He's got online pals. He's got cafe latte/capuccino buddies. He's got drinking kakis.

And they include females. Actually, largely females. In fact, his secret life covers females.

Let's call our friend Zaman. Nice decent guy. Loves his wife and kids to bits.
A wonderful friend too.

And he has a secret life.

Why secret?

Because he's kept all these from his wife. She does not know that he sms-es women, chats with women, has coffee/teh tarik with women, drinks (mocktail/cocktail/beer/whatever) with women.

And he just confessed that he has "gym" dates.

I asked him about the nature of his relationship with these women. Zaman said some of them are "close" friends, others are friendship developed over time. Nothing serious but there is some kind of intimacy at a very distant level.

What the hell is that?

"Oh you know. Cosy in our smses but nothing beyond that," was his smart-ass reply.

Well, buddy. It better not be beyond that because serious, sordid and God-knows-what can develop from very innocent contact.

Trust me, Zaman. I have seen that. Don't you even think it, boy!

I told him to be careful. His secret life may explode in is face.

What kind of deception is that?

My final word of warning -- if it's a lie, sooner or later, boy. Sooner or later.

A Joyous Aidilfitri!

To my Muslim friends -- Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri!

Don't over-eat. Drive carefully.

Remember to buckle up in the rear seats!