gordonated

Actually…

As those close to me will know, I’m a son of a preacher man who married a school teacher in the early 80′s. Nothing big to boast about. Just plain humality in learning lessons in life the hard way.

My paternal grandparents came from around. The old-old man being a teacher in his early days, followed by doing missionary work in China, and his wife sits around at home in full support (passed away in 1999). Likewise, my maternal grandpa, hailing all the way from China, was a storekeeper. Supplied gas in his later years (passed away in 2006). His wife, a housewife who cooks absolutely fantastic food.

My paternal grandparents have three kids, dad in the middle. His elder brother, a sailor cum head technician for some ship in Singapore. My aunt meanwhile, another missionary cum preacher in Hawaii & London, married to a Japanese-Hawaiian in holiday land.

My maternal grandparents have five kids, mum being the eldest, followed by her sister, a housewife. Then, an adopted kid, who now runs an ice-cream selling business. Followed by a sister, who used to work as an accountant in a bank. Finally, my uncle who resides not far from my place, a civil engineer.

As for the kids (like myself), some of us work as graphic designers, a nurse, a mechanic, a sales person, an internet-cafe junkie and the rest still studying.

This sounds like a self-boasting family post but I was just thinking where on earth did my so-called brain juices came from. What happened in the years that caused me to ‘nated’?

1. My dad draws collects utter junk stuff, dresses up like a salesman and talks like a strict man vs my mum who cooks, does house chores, strictly country like any typical mum.
2. My paternal grandpa writes his sermons, watches TV regularly and has amazing PR skills vs his wife who had an extremely hot temper, sits around and defends her grandchildren when mum gets mad.
3. My maternal grandpa (possibly one of the most kind hearted person I have ever met in my entire life) who is extremely hardworking, wrote some award winning diary, extremely caring and very organised vs my grandma who was also absolutely caring, cooks good food and has lots to talk about.
4. I was not really close to my uncles. My dads brother is an adventurous guy who can drive over 3 countries in a week and doesn’t mind backpacking in India. His sister meanwhile has a very particular taste for fashion.
5. My maternal uncles and aunties were pretty much very warm people. Gatherings and reunions excite them. They live simple minded and try to live a comfortable life. Money does not make them happy but people do.

My guess in this is that being surrounded by all this pampers the brain to react towards things that I’m obsessed with today.

Welcome to Gordonated land. Also professionally known as some silly dump-yard trying to be hip & cool.