Lately, I have been writing my blog rushingly to the last minute. On early January I start to write around 8pm and it gave me like almost 4 hours to add things or edit the words. I love writing but I realised I might always have the same writing style, which might be too monotonous for the reader.
People like to watch other people life, that what I learn from the social media. Private photos and videos are well received and liked than photos of your pets or the natures. I like to keep my private life private as much as I can, but I might have to share my life a bit here and there.
I was attending blues and jazz jamming session with my husband today. There were roughly more than 20 or 30 people at the hotel tonight. I look around and realised that I was the only Asian in the room. I told my husband about that, and he just smiled.
I often feel proud if I found myself different than other people at work or at school or among family and friends, but when I was the only Asian in the room tonight, I don't really know what I feel. There was mixed feeling, it's quite unpleasant but it doesn't bother me so much.
My husband usually is the only westerner in my friend and family circle, at the beginning of our relationship he often said to me "Can you spot the westerner?". Many times I just laughed as a response to his cheeky question, I never really asked him whether he feels secluded and uncomfortable. I never checked his wellbeing in that kind of circumstances, I was too busy catching up and expect him to understand or independently find something to amuse him. Tonight was the first time I asked him whether he feels unpleasant when he was the only one that ethnicity different in my friend and family gathering. Not to my surprise, he said he never feels unpleasant at all, he is very chill person. I love you husband, thank you for being a very cool human being then and now.
By the way, can you spot the odd one out tonight? 😜
