**Another time-stamp post. I am probably happily shopping in Singapore on a Friday morning while you are reading this. Please leave your comments because I am interested to find out how you get to know my blog.
Last Friday, I cooked some foods for the youths in my church. I brought some extra for my church’s clerk. She is this dear lady who probably was the first person who welcomed me to the church. Six years ago, I phoned and she told me to come and join the RCIA. When I brought the foods to her, I asked her, “Eh, the Fathers all, sudah makan?” She told me they already had their foods.
Later on, one of the Father met me. So, we chatted a bit. He said, “Too bad I am too full already. I have seen your lovely foods (on my blog) but yet to sample them.”
*sweats* Damn nervous, you know? Knowing blog readers who are just blog readers is one thing. Knowing people that I meet every day who are my blog readers is a totally new kind of ball game. Tension betul.
Then, the conversation somehow led to ‘how you find my blog?’
He told me he was Googling for stuffs, stumbled upon my blog and had been reading it WITHOUT realising that the crazy woman 5xmom is one of the church member. Oh my God! I didn’t dare to ask him, “So, Father, what was your feelings when you found out that ‘blasphemy, this woman belongs to the church’?”
I got a shock one day when he called me by my name because it is only through my blog that he knows my name. *pressure nyerrr* (no lah, actually he is very cool about it)
Still, it is very thrilling that people does not immediately connect the blogger with the real me until much later when they happened to see my kids photos or see my photo. It is sort of respite because it gives me breathing space.
So, folks, if you are reading this, please tell me if you can recall how you find my blog? I am dead curious to know.
Through words of mouth?
Through stumbling upon?
Come on, make me happy with some comments. I will check on comments from Orchard Road. Hopefully, I get comments and I am happy enough without having to burn a hole in shopping therapy.