And so it seems. My heart falters again. I can get super anal about even hearing about people with the same full real name as me. It just (sorry, noni) spoils MY fun. Ok, so there was that girl on suria named netty. or that netty on tv getting married with her particular zul (such irony; zaidah & rashidah: wipe that snigger off your faces). netty this. netty that.

those didnt bother me a hoot. i am netty yet not entirely netty.

That left me in this indescribable array of mixed feelings. shocked, irritated, dangit, amusement at myself. I am fully aware this might not mean a hoot to you or you or you; afterall, what's in a name, yeah? what's in YOUR name, anyway?

BUT this is MY name we're talking about.

Meet I. the very selfish silly goose.

AND YET. i dont wish to be little miss evil knievel and stand off-ish; afterall, she does want to be acquainted. . . . .

weeeeird la.

*boo*