Ninie Ahmad: Off her yoga mat.

I am surprised sooooo many people searched for ‘Ninie Ahmad’s New Boyfriend’ (search results appear in Wordpress, in case you don’t know) after yesterday’s post.

All these years of dating and blogging, I have (finally!) learnt to not kiss and tell ALL (kesian Supertall, korang masih lagi Search dia).

I am sorry to disappoint you but I don’t think you will ever find any more photos of Ninie Ahmad’s boyfriend online, at least not here! And I will pretzel and hang them upside down those who do post us in their blogs / Facebook, LOL.

But what I can’t help to not share is – why I fell for (let’s just stick to calling him) Mr Petrovsky.

• His ‘platinum’ hair that makes him look errr, wise.. Not Mikhail Baryshnikov 60-years-old old wise, but you get the picture.
• HE IS NOT ON FACEBOOK, DUDE (don’t get me started with Twitter)! Who else can say as much?
• He took me to watch Sex And The City in New York City (that’s 3 million brownie points!)
• He speaks French, jangan marah. Ok, you can come back to envisioning Aleksandr Petrovsky.
• He loves yoga and is ZOMG good at it! Plus he looks so good on his mat, it tingles my orange chakra
• He makes pancakes! And cooks, yo! Fancy dinner! For me!
• He recycles! And uses organic everything!
• Since he cooks and recycles and DOES YOGA, it’s a no-brainer that he is not our typical Malaysian man (fine, he is French not Malaysian – happy?)

As much as I can’t wait to leave KL, I don’t know how can I leave such a wonderful man here when I am not sure if I want to ever come back, when I don’t know where my next home is..

‘And the wheels just keep on turning,
The drummers begin to drum,
I don’t know which way I’m going,
I don’t know what I’ll become.

For you I’d wait ‘til kingdom come,
Until my days, my days are done,
And say you’ll come and set me free.
Just say you’ll wait, you’ll wait for me.‘

~ COLDPLAY

After 11 years of yoga and knowing I have invested this much effort, THIS MUCH I KNOW – I won’t be able to enjoy the company of men that take pride in killing themselves and not understanding my quest of simply wanting to maintain 13% body fat percentage live longer.

I thought I will never experience the day where I’d finally meet another someone who is not intimidated of what I seem to be made of and who shares almost the very same values in life.

Until recently..

I think I might have just found my very version of Chris Martin.

And it makes me nervous.

‘Let me in, unlock the door.. I’ve never felt this way before..’