I think everyone’s has to have one of these Dr. Feel Good. The gender of the doctor doesn’t really matter. What matters most is their ability to turn your not so great day into one that goes into a good start no matter how late the day already is. It’s really useful as they do nothing but massage your ego. All you need is to go ‘I am feeling lousy today Dr. Feel Good’ and he or she will go into this barrage of verbal flower bath cleansing your wounds. ‘I love the way you look today’, ‘You look really awesome in shirt and pants’, ‘Your bad mobile is the most comfortable ride I have EVER taken. It feels like home’, ‘There’s no other guy as great as you.’ You get the picture. The good doctor will go on and on until you signal you are reborn again. The world is once again a beautiful place.
I had one. Then he has to go tender his resignation to my boss. Nuts. Where am I going to find the replacement? He is as rare as a leprechaun. It’s not quite the same saying all that to yourself in the mirror every morning. ‘How ARE you doing?’ ‘Looking sharp.’ Don’t quite cut it. You need to hear it from a neutral third party even though it’s just from the good ‘o doc whom you know will only dispense goodies. This sucks man. Going to miss having you around Steven. All the best mate.
If you can’t find yourself a leprechaun, I have this other solution to bring some laughs to chase away the gloom you may be feeling. I think she is highly talented and awesomely funny to boot. Helps that she is GORGEOUS. She will make it big time, mark my words. Oh and she is GORGEOUSLY HOT. Reading her blog is like watching one of those old black and white Charlie Chaplin slapstick movies ‘cept that she is GORGEOUSLY CUTER than he will ever be. Check her out, ahem, I mean her blog at http://www.stickgal.blogspot.com/ Oh did I forget to mention that she is GORGEOUS?
Saturday, 25 August 2007
Sunday, 12 August 2007
A Set of Metal Knife & Fork.
I do not know if it’s a combination of a lack of sleep, work, loads of Kirin beer and harmless looking sakae pumped into my guts or just memories but all it took was a set of metal knife and fork on a flight back from Japan to bring tears to my eyes. And I blamed it on those damn hooligans who caused us so much grief with air travel.
I mean there’s so much restrictions to what we can, well mostly cannot, bring on air travel today to such an extend that I once had a small and I mean puny small pair of scissors confiscated from my hand carrier. What am I going to do with that? Hijack the plane with it? ‘Take me to oh I don’t know, ok Anfield! I demand it! Or I shall ravage your hair with this mean looking pair of paper sissors!’ And here I am seated on a flight back home with my pre-packed lunch served with a set of long metal knife and fork. Gee, surely they won’t be afraid of these. I am certain my scissors would triumph over them anytime. After all, it is stronger than paper and its only nemesis is stone. Sheesh.
Anyway, so I was just about to slice my warmed up wholesome bun with this harmless knife and that’s when it hit me. Kinda like some type of time travel, I was brought decades, yes I am that old, back and seated next to me on the plane was my grams.
Like all sweet old ladies, she had this habit of pushing all the food she thought would be best for her favourite grandchild. The bun, the chicken and she would eat the rest which he doesn’t like, veggies and whatever not. Of course I would push them all back to her as I got my own meal to sort out. Unless if its dessert! And after the meal, she would peer over her shoulders and when the coast is clear, wrapped the set of cutleries with the cloth napkins and slipped them into my hand carrier much to my chagrin.
Every time I travelled with her, I loathed having to sit next to her as the inevitable will happen. Its embarrassing grams I would wail to her when we disembarked. We have loads of them bought from the stores why do we need any of these from the airline? She would just smile and say she likes the quality of these.
I finished my meal while trying hard to compose myself, it wouldn’t be nice to be seen tearing over the food by my boss who was just a seat away though he would probably think I was crying over the awful lunch. I peered over my shoulder and when the coast was clear, I slipped my set of metal knife and fork into the hand carrier. For old time’s sake grams. This one’s for you wherever you may be. I miss you.
I mean there’s so much restrictions to what we can, well mostly cannot, bring on air travel today to such an extend that I once had a small and I mean puny small pair of scissors confiscated from my hand carrier. What am I going to do with that? Hijack the plane with it? ‘Take me to oh I don’t know, ok Anfield! I demand it! Or I shall ravage your hair with this mean looking pair of paper sissors!’ And here I am seated on a flight back home with my pre-packed lunch served with a set of long metal knife and fork. Gee, surely they won’t be afraid of these. I am certain my scissors would triumph over them anytime. After all, it is stronger than paper and its only nemesis is stone. Sheesh.
Anyway, so I was just about to slice my warmed up wholesome bun with this harmless knife and that’s when it hit me. Kinda like some type of time travel, I was brought decades, yes I am that old, back and seated next to me on the plane was my grams.
Like all sweet old ladies, she had this habit of pushing all the food she thought would be best for her favourite grandchild. The bun, the chicken and she would eat the rest which he doesn’t like, veggies and whatever not. Of course I would push them all back to her as I got my own meal to sort out. Unless if its dessert! And after the meal, she would peer over her shoulders and when the coast is clear, wrapped the set of cutleries with the cloth napkins and slipped them into my hand carrier much to my chagrin.
Every time I travelled with her, I loathed having to sit next to her as the inevitable will happen. Its embarrassing grams I would wail to her when we disembarked. We have loads of them bought from the stores why do we need any of these from the airline? She would just smile and say she likes the quality of these.
I finished my meal while trying hard to compose myself, it wouldn’t be nice to be seen tearing over the food by my boss who was just a seat away though he would probably think I was crying over the awful lunch. I peered over my shoulder and when the coast was clear, I slipped my set of metal knife and fork into the hand carrier. For old time’s sake grams. This one’s for you wherever you may be. I miss you.
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