Happy Birthday & God Bless!!

Her entrance caused not a small sensation. She has eloquence and mastery of words that make you rush for the dictionary. And the first subject she broached was nothing less then the departure of Singapore from Malaysia. Wow! And I only blog about what I do on my Sundays, my verbal somersaults and trivial family matters.

It was thus a little disappointing that the comment she made on the above subject in someone’s blog, just disappeared, thus the important link to track her down (at this time the gender of the commenter was unknown) also gone. But I didn’t have long to wait as the new blogger made another appearance, with a more impressive anecdote that stirred my curiosity to no end.

So, a click on her nick led me to her blog, which I did so apprehensively looking for clues for her real identity. Its rather like going to someone’s house while she is not there and you look through her belongings, her address book and diaries. But I was ill equipped on my first visit. I didn’t need just a dictionary, but a medical dictionary to be able to understand what her entry was all about.

It seems that she does have some problems with her insides, that being her colon but if she’d use more semi colons in her postings, it’d help me understand better. So, at that point I speculated that at the very least, she’s a medical student or at the most, a doctor. Whatever it is, someone with somekind of medical problems that bothered her enough to dedicate an entire blog to it.

And from her blog too you get very strong whiffs of Jiffs, detergents and Dettols, which one suspects she gets very high on, while she religiously scrubs her floor and bathroom. You get the impression that she lined her disinfectants as lovingly and meticulously as she would her Chanels and other fragrance.

Fed by whisperings in the bloggers’ world, I came to know that she’s a songwriter, whose command of the Malay language causes jaws to drop you can almost hear the clanging and feel the tremors. Her first waxing of Malay lyricals made me reach for Winstedt and Wilkinson. Dewan Bahasa and Mohamed Hj Salleh and all his pronouncements on beauty alone won’t do.

It was enough anyway for me to post my first comment in her blog, fishing for information as to her identity. In fact, cunningly, I insinuated that I knew her, to which came the reply, “Muahaha, and I visit you too, and quite like your white foundation!” referring to my silly attempt to conceal my face in one of my postings. Thus started a strange relationship between this blogger and me, which developed into something which I have come to cherish.

She stalks my movements while I wait for her witty yet wise comments. In my late afternoons I keep her company while she waits for her husband’s return from late night work. We prod each others’ brains and bounce off ideas for issues that bug us for that particular moment in time. We help soothe each other’s stress and pains, and listen to each other’s life’s little whoops and woes.

And soon, we realise that the world is such a small place, the bloggers’ world even smaller. Her mum knew me and my brother in law was her former professor of English.

Our regular chats left me feeling as if I am talking to an eldest daughter, who has become a friend, with whom I can share everything, from perfume to baggy T-shirts, whose wisdom I have come to rely on. Please join me in wishing her Happy Birthday and God Bless!