I have always loved to write. I just don't know how good I am. In Elementary/Primary School, I remember winning a prize for best composition or story. Was the prize a Parker Pen or an Enid Blyton book? I can't remember.
Why am I even considering typing these letters into a blog? I don't have a ready answer. Just that i now know its freaking 3 am in the morning here in Singapore and its Valentine's and I had four cans of lager and I'm still in my office and at 11 pm I got stood up by a gal who was to have met me and therefore I felt that it was time for a 'Tiger'(beer) and four cans later I'm back in the office surfing the net cos I did'nt want my room-mates to think i got stood up and so while surfing the net i came across www.blog.com.uk and though I live three continents away and though we(Singaporeans)are no longer British, I felt the MotherLand's(England) milk urging me to just write something in to show my disdain of Valentine's Day. I hate Valentine's Day. But remember this, I AM..
I am gonna be a good blogger, you people are gonna be reading my posts, its gonna be more addictive than that nicotine craving that's hooked you more than effectively than heroin. I am.. Though now I'm half past high.. I am.. Mark my words, Cross your Valentine hearts.. I AM.
Ben Philemon, Singapore, still single this year on Valentine's Day.