It's not so much the pain I am bothered about, its the limitation having a bandaged finger has on everything I do, like typing!
I had a shit day at work - probably because I didn't have enough sleep the night before, and during my meeting, I had to take lead and I was just totally not in the zone. I had to call the meeting off early. Even after 2 mugs of coffee, I still felt cloudy in my head and heavy on every parts of my body so I left work and came home.
It was a wise decision. A certain owl talked to me for a while and made my day a bit better. Then he dozed off, I must have been too boring for him.
Thanks for the follows, Fer, Davey and James!
Thank you for the comments, mrgagaa and pathetic prophet! Very enlightening and good to know someone's reading my blog. Pathetic prophet, you brought up a really interesting point and I actually got really geekily excited reading your comment!
So, I've talked about my love life I thought now its time for me to talk about my family.
Photo credit: Sami Taipale
I haven't spoken to my family for a month. During that time, I had a viral infection and got quite sick and called my mum but no one picked up. They were probably on vacation somewhere - I don't know where though because they did not inform me.
I grew up in a pretty conservative, loving Asian family. There were 5 of us, mum and dad and two sisters - an elder and a younger. We were never affectionate as long as I can remember. I didn't hug my mum through my teenage years until when I was about 18 and I left my hometown. We never said 'I love you's until when I was about 19 when I left my country to live in a foreign country all by my own, 3000 miles away from home. From a developing nation to a first world, using English as my third language to becoming my first language. It was pretty daunting but here I am, in one piece, unscathed.
I've been brought up to be a very independent person. I was the only male in the family and I was 'trained' to be the head of the family. I was made independent at a very young age and taught to make wise decisions. Add to the fact that I have been through quite a few sudden deaths when I was young, those traumatic events have taught me to be responsible and strategic for every decision that I make. The best advice my mum ever told me was, "your life is a sum of all your choices" and with a luggage in my hand and a backpack on my back, I left my 'home' behind. I still hold on to a lot of my cultural values and my family's values - however, my parents and I have also come to a compromise that I can never live up to their expectations of me. I go home from time to time and they have visited me once in the past 4 years and we had a great family vacation travelling around Australia.
However, other than that, I don't speak to my family much - probably about once a month, sometimes longer. It's not so much because we are not close but because we don't have much to talk about. They do not understand a lot of things I do, such as social innovation and education research. I struggled to explain them to my friends, what more to say to my parents who never attended high school. So most of our conversations revolve around what I do in my daily life outside work - which is mostly attending events, eating, sleeping, eating, events, sleeping, meeting with friends, meet some more friends and have I mentioned sleeping? I love my sleep.
It's hard sometimes, and many a times, I do feel like an orphan. I feel as I though I'm the forgotten one in the family, which is not something I am not used to. It's either they don't give a shit about my life or because they know whatever happens to me, I would survive so they never give a shit. Whatever it is, I do miss knowing the fact that I have a family who loves me unconditionally.
Aah. Maybe I should call my mum.
Random fact: I hate olives. Unless they're on pizzas in small pieces or something like that.