Or, is it love?

First Love continues ...

By a journalist making a Special Guest Appearance
YAN of yancorner.blogspot.com,
who always keeps her word
mGf SE7EN on Desi's list because she ask'd me to tell.
I had to oblige -- can't say NO when Yan's not just obliging, but also caring&sharing, can EyE?


"***I wrote these two paragraphs in the second entry of my blog titled “Seeing with your heart” on 16th February this year.

The mentor of my formative years introduced me into the inspiring works of Fanny J. Crosby. They included “Blessed Assurance” and “All the way my Saviour leads me”.

What’s so special about Fanny? My mentor said she “saw” with her heart. She was blind from the age of six weeks. How could she “see” the world and write such beautiful songs? She used her heart to see God’s creation. I believe Fanny saw with her heart. Therefore, she had the inspiration to pen over eight thousand gospel songs in her lifetime filled with praise, thanksgiving and trust in God.

Did I really consider him as a mentor only? Or were there some feelings attached?

He was my English teacher when I was in Form 4. He was also the teacher who stayed two houses away from my house. The boy next door played guitar and songs of Bee Gees on a spinning machine for me, the teacher two houses away taught me to “see with my heart”.

Though in Form 4, I was only 14 then. At 5, I went to Primary one. During those old days, we were allowed to go to school early.

He came from India. Yes, an Indian. I could not utter a word of English when he took over our class. Writing essay was then a pain too. Because he stayed just next door, he invited me to his house to borrow books to read. He then suggested that I write to him like the way readers write to “Dear Aries” column and he would answer my problems and at the same time correct my English.

So, we kept an exercise book, that 120-page with flower cover type. I wrote to the teacher. Very often, it was those worries of young girl, most of these worries were probably just imaginary ones. He then replied my letters, addressed the problems, and corrected the English. I enjoyed his words – full of wisdom and encouragement.

Every Saturday morning, I and some other classmates lingered in his house reading books. It was when I started reading Sherlock Holmes books one after another when other classmates were reading the Mills and Boon romance stories. I enjoyed his presence. I thought it was a place like home – warm and fuzzy feeling.

Then one day he went back to India during school holidays. When he came back, he brought a bride with him. My world collapsed, dreams shattered. But, I continued to go to his house on Saturday mornings together with other classmates. This time, beside reading books, we were made to eat all the “awful” Indian food made by his Indian wife ….

He went back to India a few years later. The old classmates have wanted to invite him back during our re-union gathering five years ago. He did not make it. This year, we are going to have another re-union gathering, will he come?
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To Love Somebody

Lyrics: Bee Gees


There's a light
A certain kind of light
That never shone on me
I want my life to be lived with you
Lived with you
There's a way everybody say
To do each and every little thing
But what does it bring
If i ain't got you, ain't got ?
You don't know what it's like, baby
You don't know what it's like

To love somebody
To love somebody
To love somebody
The way i love you

In my brain
I see your face again
I know my frame of mind
You ain't got to be so blind
And i'm blind, so very blind
I'm a man, can't you see
What i am
I live and breathe for you
But what good does it do
If i ain't got you, ain't got ?