The story with Uma Thurman

It was Saturday morning, the second day of Banggi Tragedy. I dropped of my dad off at Kudat Police HQ to do complete police report of family members who were involved. The earlier report was somehow misinterpret because family members of the rest of the passenger didn’t bother to report in. Hence why the early report was 21 people when it is actually more than that. Anyway, I left my dad there and went off to Kudat hospital together with my brother to collect his medication. As I was returning from the hospital, I found out there is a press conference scheduled for that day. That’s when I noticed Uma Thurman. No not the real one, the Sabahan version. Why Uma Thurman? Because the spectacle and rolled up hair resemble Uma Thurman in Gattaca and The Accidental Husband. And that’s the start of me bitching about my Uma Thurman encounter.

So there I was, still devastated with the lost of my family members, but at the same time being a normal man, together with my brother, not even my survived cousin could keep his eyes off her. At that moment, it was like “oh my god I lost my family” and then “well hello there” and then “for God sake you lost your family” and then “but she’s beautiful” kind of situation. So back in Papar, my brother, cousin and I bitching around about our close encounter with the HAWT kind. We were out of tears but we still have overflow of laughter. It’s good to bring up our spirit.

The second time that I saw her was at my home. A politician came to our home to extend donation collected to my family members. I didn’t know there’s going to be a PC, and I’m not talking about Personal Computer here. When you spend one lunchtime with journalists, you’ll learn that when they say PC, you can bet your ass that it’s Press Conference and not Personal Computer like what I first thought when I realise why would they want to talk about computers. Anyway, I pretty much lost my cool actually that day, after all these year, I lost my coolness, just like a teenage dimwit who are very shy when confronted with beautiful girl. Damn! I thought I was cured of that. I should have said something, a simple hello would be nice, instead I make myself busy playing with my cousin, and took photo of my dad and the politician, which by the way was angled just nicely to get Uma Thurman in the shot. So that would be the last I saw her, so what I thought.

So not long after that, I was chatting with my friend and I told her about my encounter when she suddenly said she know her and even told me her full name. OK, I don’t really read news paper that much so when she told me her name, I grab the paper and stared at her name. I could have sworn my head turned into a Jackass. Do-h! Using that piece of information I manage to find her on Facebook. I told my friend about it and she urge me to add her on my friend’s list, which I did and that was it. It was when another friend of mine, my ex-classmate, urge me to start up a conversation or something, just a simple hello, which I did, on Facebook. I don’t seem to be very enthusiastic about wanting to get to know her but yet I keep on bitching about her. Well, I was not in the mood last year so all of my effort started this year, a fresh new start.

So in actual fact, my real interest started this year, where I became a stalker, really. If not because of that, I wouldn’t have found her LiveJournal and blog. Well I didn’t really devoted all of my time trying to find it, I did it on my spare time, and I don’t actually went to find it, it’s more like I stumble on it. It started out from a Latin phrase on her profile, which I cross-reference with her name, which somehow led me to her LiveJournal. Her blog was a total coincidence. I was reading a blog when I saw her name and tried my luck, true enough, it was hers. Reading her blog was musing to me. I tried to ask her out actually, with a mission to get to know more about her but it didn’t really materialized, even though we did manage to exchange phone numbers. I think it’s because she’s engaged, which kinda sucks, which also explained the failed attempt.

Frustrated? Yes. But I’m cool, it’s not a big deal to me. As a consolation, I manage to gain something out of all of this. In all honesty, I think she have a very interesting world in her noggin, this is based on what I read on her blog. And I find that her imperfections are kinda perfect to my eyes. Not quite sure if she’s reading this, but I think she is, don’t ask me how I know, I just do. But I really hope she’s not disturbed by this so called revelation and hope that our friendship that has spawned briefly with a little group of people would last and maybe our little group could go on a leisure outing. I hope.

Oh before I forget, I found out that almost everyone around me in someway know her existence before I do and I was thinking, “Where have you been all this while?”. Heh, silly me.

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