Taste of memory......

Doctor Felix enter the white painted room, I was lying down on the couch motionless. He took out a questionaire thing on his hand and start asking me all these question:

1. What is your fond memory of good taste, great food?


2. Are you fuzzy, simple, or whatever that being serve on your dining table it's fine for you?


3. How does it taste like? Do you think people will love it or hate it?


4. Are you addicted to it, or having it once in a while it's fine?


5. Was it home cooking, outdoor, or can be found in restaurant only?


6. Would you share it with friends, family, or prefer to dine alone?


7. Do you eat for survival, or survive to eat?


Me: "Ummm....Doc! Why are you asking me all this question?"
Doc: "Well, you have eating disorder don't you, it's recorded in your medical files."
Me: "No, I don't! I just have a large pineapple chicken pizza at Pizza Hut! Did you make some mistakes?"
Doc: "It's your name 'Arts of life'?"
Me: "That's correct!"
Doc: "It written clearly here that you have eating disorder. See for yourself!"
Me: (Looking at the file) "Oh my! You're right! But......but.....but......I don't have eating disorder!"
Doc: (He looks at my tummy) "Sure you have! You are eating like a fat cow! I have to prescribe you a diet plan! From now on no pizza, no cheese, no curry, no fried noodles, no lamb chop, no.......blah blah blah...."
Me: "Die......ah!" (Fainted on the couch)
(You can leave your answers for the questionaire in "comments", just for fun!^@^)