Tuesday, September 06, 2005


"Help! I can't swim in jelly as far as I know!"
- Fry "The Sting"

Day 8 of my quit smoking campaign once again has been frought with rage. I made a mad dash to the chemist to replenish my supply of nictone gum on my first break at work. I think I almost knocked over two kindly old ladies in my nictone-starved frenzy.

The people who make my coffee are now the most valuable people in the world to me. I even have a Starbucks card pre-loaded with money! How's that for convenience!

And my poor co-workers putting up with my wildly alternating moods all day. From hyperactive to murderous.

Then back to hyperactive.

Then sleepy.

Then horny.

A little hungry.

Anyways, on to a more irritating subject matter...

Father's day lunch with my family. For most people a perfectly normal opportunity to gather together with the folks. For my family, a treacherous ordeal. A challenge for us to be civil to each other for five minutes without resorting to sarcastic or snide remarks.

All in all it wasnt that bad. And I really dont spend that much time with my family. In fact before Sunday I cant remember the last time we all sat around the same table and shared a meal. Being the black sheep of the family, I usually try to avoid these events.

Then, once in a while, my parents do something that surprises me...

Like spend two and a half hours under the hood of my car on saturday night trying to replace a busted steering fluid tube cause he's worried I'll crash my car (thanks, Dad)

Or volunteering to buy me the next Star Trek DVD when it comes out next week just cause she has a new credit card with a ridiculous limit (thanks Mum)

So despite the unattractive picture of my folks I often paint, they're not all bad, and are often prone to random acts of kindness and generosity. Hell I even sometimes go out of my way to be nice to them. Not too far out of my way mind you, but far enough.

I guess as I get older I realise that while my family may never understand me, I do have a certain amount of reluctant affection for them.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have someone's arse to kick at bowling.
If my evening is triumphant, you'll hear all about it. If not, we'll never speak of this again.

the end.


Blogger Mel said...

Parents are funny creatures, and we are just as funny to them. There is a gap but we can bridge it with random acts of kindness, and of course, a kick ass Sunday dinner. :)
P.S You're looking all hot today, with your Punisher. You know I like..:)

11:39 AM  
Blogger mocushile said...

hmm... Parents ... cant live with them and cant live without them.. dont we say that about women and men, well parents are women and men ..hahah..congrats on the 8
days ..

hoping it will be 1 month then we will have to celebrate it...BIG TIME CELEBRATION...

Did u end up winning in the bowling or does yr arse hurt you?lol..I mean did u kick arse or did ur arse got kicked..either way you know we love ya

9:59 PM  
Blogger Slim said...

I had my arse kicked indeed.
Not by much, I might add.

We shall never speak of it again.

3:23 PM  
Blogger izchan said...

my lips are sealed.

was it a size 10 boot?

4:14 PM  

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