Why I enjoy blogging?

I enjoy blogging. Or writing and typing out my thoughts and feelings. I don't know when it started but during my primary school days I was asked to write articles for the student paper and I won some stationery. I love to read and write and I admired my own neat handwriting. Writing or blogging is so therapeutic an expression alongside music, art and even dancing for me.

My blogs are harmless. Non political. I hate all forms of politics including that of families and church. In fact, I never intend these to be published, as a book, it will never end up a best-seller with its "sinless" uninteresting though sometimes humorous outlook in life. I wrote so that Rachel can enjoy learning about and from her mum when she is older. My blogs encourages some according to the comments I have received, well Praise the Lord. God is and always will be a part of my family and my life.

I had a pen-pal when I was in my early teens. His name was Right Yam. Funny name, I prefer to think of him as a Wrong Potato. He lives in Hong Kong and it was fun initially writing courteously about the countries and the differences especially about school. Then he started to send me photos of himself, an ordinary HK boy, middle class Kowloon resident and then more and more photos of himself. I did not send any. Not that I was feeling inferior but I just did not feel like I want him to know how I look like- pretty younger fairer. Hahaha. Then he started to send parcels. Cute stuff, trinklets, perfume????? I felt awkward receiving all these and mum was worried that we were in the midst of a long distance courtship that she emphasized time and time again will not last. The last straw came when he asked in a letter, with bad grammar and all, if I would be his girlfriend. I wrote back, a strong negative no and said that my mum wanted me to stop all these pen pal nonsense and that I believe God will bless him with someone suitable. Thereafter, i let mum trash all Hong Kong correspondences.

Don't laugh but I actually wrote to Tommy Paige!!!!! You know that young boy that wrote composed and sang "A shoulder to cry on". After the usual courtesy of praising him for his effort and effect of this song, I went on to share with "him" my great dislike for A mathematics. I ended the letter resolving to do well in Math, Physics and chemistry which I do not like at all because Tommy did not give up easily his initial attempts at song writing, so I believed. Of course I did not receive any reply. Its common knowledge that the agent will do the artiste the great favour of trashing fan mail while keeping stuff mostly trinklets and teddies worth keeping. By the way, I had A distinction for all these subjects and atotal of 10 of them in my O levels. I am not stupid, you know.

What about writing to Hans Matheson. Ha..........I know better now. Concerning him whom I admire, I would rather the good Lord cross our paths, be it in London, Europe, Asia or Singapore. But God have mercy pls, what's the point of meeting in our 50s?????in a not so recognisable state??? hopefully without any walking aid. Actually I would love to have a coffee moment with Hans, but he must not smoke in front of me. I hate all smokers when they smoke in front of me, I choke. But if God will be so kind to bless me with a coffee moment why not his friendship????provided its mutual LAH. Or we could be neighbours????? I can sing with him and Yan can accompany him should he need one for his violin or guitar sessions. And if the papparazzi do catch us having coffee and the local entertainment asked "who's the young asian, with a young child beside Hans" I would love to scream out, "a new family friend!" Amen