It Happened on a Motorcycle...

~ Posted on Thursday, July 29, 2010 at 10:28 AM ~

Yeap... what you are about to read happened to me on a motorcycle... My dad's motorcycle to be precise. Now, to give you a quick idea of what you are going to read on, if you have never watched the movie "Wild Hogs", just have a look at this road hazard scene from the movie and I'll tell you a similar story of what happened to me long ago... something of an equivalent kinda gross incident... Please feel free to exit out of here if you haven't or just taken your food...I would really appreciate if you could click at the link and watched the video clip first before reading on...

So anyway, back to my story now... I think I was about 19 or 20 years old, working part-time as a sales girl in a souvenir shop and everyday to and fro, my dad will give me a ride on his motorcycle. His office is about 10 minutes away from my souvenir shop. So every morning, I'll be hitching a ride with him and when evening comes, I'll walk over to a bus stop half way between our working places and wait for him.

One day as usual, we were about 5 minutes into our journey home and I was listening to my Walkman while sitting behind my dad and out of nowhere, some insect just flew straight into my mouth.

My immediate reaction was of course to not crush it in my mouth and I quickly tried to spit it out, while not daring to even think what might it be. Gosh... out of so many things and vast space around me, and the insect chosed to jackpot straight into my mouth. And just in case you are wondering why it can go into my mouth... I said I was listening to my Walkman right? So listening to nice songs will make me sing along to the songs... Singing along to the songs will make me excited and opened my mouth wide as well (no one can hear my singing cos dad's motorcycle is pretty loud)

Imagine a girl in her late teens trying to spit out an insect which jetted into her mouth at high speed while riding on a motorcycle with her dad.

You think that is funny? Read on and promise me not to laugh... out LOUD...

Now, if only I have the spitting skills like this old man:

(*Image taken from Google image search)

But no... too bad... If I spit like the old man above, you wouldn't be able to be entertained by my funny story today.

So yeah... like I said, I can't spit like this old man.

With all my might, I managed to sort of dispel out the insects (remnants of it) from my mouth. Imagine blowing air bubbles with your mouth, only you do it real fast.. Uhuh, that was what I did. I air bubbled out the remnants of the insect from my mouth but because I was afraid of being able to taste the remnants of the insect in my mouth, I sort of gathered some saliva in my mouth so that the remnants of the icky insect parts doesn't stick in my mouth. But when I air bubbled everything out, yeap.... my saliva came out as well... because I panicked at the thought of tasting the insect in my mouth, I did everything fast and forgot the saliva in my mouth. And did I mentioned I CANNOT spit like the old man above?

And when you can't spit like the old man above and you are riding pillion of a fast moving motorcycle, the wind is blowing towards your direction. So everything pretty much dribbled back to myself... Luckily I wore a wind breaker but it was super gross enough that I now not only have remnants of insect body parts, I also have my saliva dribbling down my wind breaker as well... I think I'm grossing you guys out already with these details, so I'm just going to stop here by leaving some piece of advice:

* Don't sing and drive (or when you are on a motorcycle)

* If you really have to, spit to your left or right NOT to your front... (it might also land on your driver's helmet come to think of it hehehehe...)

So there you have it... my own version of road hazard story which happened on a motorcycle. This post is written as part of this week's Writer's Workshop.

Colors of the Sky...

~ Posted on Monday, July 26, 2010 at 9:02 AM ~

I love watching our colorful sky...

I love it when it is going to rain.

I love it when the sky turns dark and I absolutely loved it when I smell the rain...

The photos below are taken from our balcony before a heavy rainfall at our housing area:

This was on another occassion...

These few pictures below are taken as the sun begins to set - also taken from our balcony.

I just love the purplish pinkish hue of the sky...

These few below are taken at the park where we always go for our family walking exercises...

The sun is also starting to set and you can actually see the moon at the top right corner at the picture below:

Don't you just love God's amazing creations?!

Newspaper is Yummy!

~ Posted on Tuesday, July 20, 2010 at 12:33 AM ~

Yes you read that right! Read on to find out why I said newspaper is yummy!

Earlier today, I was on my usual round of blog hopping - checking out the blogs that I followed and posting my comments and then I came across this post from one of my favorite bloggy friend (Mama's Little Chick) and the picture of her cute daughter with a newspaper hat suddenly reminded me of something silly I did back when I was really young... about 4 years old or so... surprising I could remember this childhood memory of mine hahaha...

For those of you who followed my blog, please don't start thinking that I am really naughty and mischievious (wait a minute... I'm having this Déjà vu moment... Yikes!! That is usually what I said about Benjamin! Hah!) Yes, I know I blogged previously about my horrible childhood where I actually stuffed some red saga seeds into my nostril and got it stuck...

So anyway, when I was around 4 years old, we lived in this 2 storey terrace house and although there are 2 bedrooms and a living room on the 2nd floor, I remembered every night our whole family will bunked in and sleep on the ground floor's living room (there are only 4 of us in the family: dad, mum, my elder brother and myself) I'm not sure why we don't sleep upstair (I think there are some eerie occurrences or something during night time) but I remembered mum used to do a lot of sewing last time (during day time of course).

Her sewing machine is located on the 2nd floor and she always piles up a stack of newspaper on the foot rest when she's not using the sewing machine. So being young and curious, I'd be wandering and toddling around on the 2nd floor accompanying my mum while she did her sewing.

(*Image taken from Google image search)

Again, I am not sure how it started but I remembered squatting down near her sewing machine one time and checking out the yellowing newspaper... and then I started tearing off a very small piece of the yellowing newspaper.

And I shoved it into my mouth.

And I started chewing it.

And I swallowed the newspaper bits.

And I repeated the act over and over again - everytime mum did her sewing.

I don't know how long this goes on or how often I eat those newspapers... I do remember by the time we shifted out of the house to a government flat nearby, I was going to be 7 years old. Am not sure whether those newspaper I ate are harmful but yeah... at that age, it is kinda yummy... probably because it is yellowing and OK, OK, it's gross... I don't think I should continue on further... hahahaha...

So, that's it... another one of my memorable childhood experiences...

Next time you see a newspaper, think about a little girl who ate it for ermm... 3 years??

(*Picture of Ben above rubbing his tummy... contented? ;P)

BURPPPPPPPPP!!! 

YUMMY!!  Hehehehe...