The thrill of a crush

I just realized how dangerous it is to have a crush on someone I shouldnt have a crush on. The adrenalin kick is there and I wont deny how thrilling it is to feel like that again. But this time I have realized that I will be playing with fire (not that I make a move on all my crushes, most of them dont even realize that I like them.. I guess I am more into the FEELING of having a crush than actually having the crush.. (makes sense? Its not supposed to)).

Its like when I tag a car thats going faster than I am. Sometimes the car is going about 10km/h faster, or sometimes it if going about 30km/h faster. Better yet, if a fast car is trying to overtake me and I decide to speed up as well. Dangerous. Stoopid. Crazy. Yeah, thats me with a crush.

I dont want to say I am a difficult person to live with, its just that it takes a special kind of person to match up to me and my expectations. A very special kind of person.

If I were Queen of the Roads..

I think Joburg needs to have double decker roads, one on top of the other. The roads should initially be set up at the points where there is a lot of traffic, for example on the Hans Strydom between the Virgin Active gym and the Suzuki Dealer (especially after 5pm) and on Witkoppen, from the Hans Strydom turn off until somewhere by that Palm Center. And how about mornings from that Spar until the Virgin Active gym. Its so irritating because most of the drivers carry on straight on that road and I am backed up for 50 kms even though all I want is that little turn off road that will get me into Hans Strydom.

*note I will insert more roads as and when I learn them and find out I need them*

To Mallu or Not To Mallu..

Here is part of a coversation I had with Jim via MSN :

Annie says:
born where?
Jim says:
in tanzania..
Annie says:
ah... for some reason i thought nigeria.. like the rest of us mallus :)
Jim says:
;)

See that? I included myself as a mallu. After I read it on the sent message screen I wanted to add another message to take myself out of the bracket of mallus. But I knew that Jim would want to make a comment about that and then we would get into another argument about mallus...

I am getting used to being around mallus. I blame Nischy and Anushcha for this. They have some kewl mallu friends who are fun to be with (no, I do not trust them yet to talk to them about my personal life), but generally, on the whole.. I like.

I have also started to talk in malayalam, no rapid fire singing, just the basic stuff. And the jokes... it true, they do sound funnier in malayalam (Ajay, wouldnt you be proud, after all your attempts at malayalam jokes that I couldnt catch, now I am cracking chotte chotte jokes in malayalam). Like Joel talking about his mom's reaction to a jacket he wears all the time, "Adhinathe eringe werenethilla". It doesnt have the same wit as "you just dont come out of it" (literal translation.. methinks)

Its weird how I have come to like mallus. I still dont completely accept being a mallu, but it is only half-heartedly that I question whether or not I will marry a mallu. Things change, perspectives change, people change. The change could have taken place over the few weeks staying with Nischy and Anuscha, the few months since I left Rhodes and spend time with mallus, or the few years that I meet someone I wanted to change for.

Floating along in life

I am also a true mistress of procrastination. I was supposed to email Discus yesterday in order to gain entrace into the coveted world of Rhodes Forums. Still havent done that. There is this idea floating around in my head that it might be a good idea to email Discus as soon as possible. But that is all it is doing... just floating.

Speaking of floating, here is my dream in a nutshell: To make my millions (Lotto, lucky, husband ;) and retire to become a beach bum. Sit on the beach all day long, reading, surfing, sleeping... and at night I drink my potent but sweet shooters and dance til morning...

Yep. That would be the life.

Erase and rewind

I think I am someone who holds on to the past. Not the "wanting to go back" kind of holding on to the past. But the "I still miss it and would experience to continue.. albeit in a different way" kind of holding on to the past.

I am busy chatting to Wagowski via MSN. He mentioned something about the forums, which reminded me of the life I once had at Rhodes. Now I can no longer access the forums and take part in the online Rhodes culture, but I am going to have a fat chat with Discus and ask to be let in again.

Someday..