power of the finger

frankly, one will never appreciate the things/ pleasures one's finger can deliver until he hurts it. and i am saying this as i hurt my right index finger yesterday. i was shredding the turnip to prepare for the lou hei (tossing of the raw fish salad or yú shēng) and i ended up scrapping a piece of skin/ meat off my finger tip. there was blood all over. it was terrible and messy. i only managed to arrest the bleeding after plastering it and applying pressure over the wound for some time.

and this morning, the finger felt terribly painful and i couldn't use it… sighs. and it was really one of the few moments when i felt a little handicapped. i couldn't scratch myself properly, type my keyboard, or for that matter, i couldn't even pick my nose! and certainly, when i shower, i couldn't use my hand to soap myself! really difficult!

and yes, since i am at the topic of the power of the finger, i actually posted the opening line of this blog in my facebook and soon after, a friend commented and said "mmm... so suggestive!" now what could he be thinking of? haha!

and oh, as i was checking the net for possible pictures to post in this blog, i came across this (see above). and if what was suggested in the picture is true, then i must be a perfectly super macho gay man! my ring finger is way longer than my index finger! haha… 

:-)