Friday, June 27, 2008
Pajamas in school.
Tell me, does this look like a pajamas to you?
Superbikes and romance. I’m sure you’d agree that the 2 goes very well together. Well, listen to my story and then see if you’ll still think so.
As u guys know, Leon’s superbike is with Mike for safekeeping. It’s really a blessing for Mike since he can travel to work and BCM faster now. It’s a blessing for me too as I had an entire year’s worth of physics lesson sitting upon that bike. The moment Mike revved up the bike, I could feel the power in its engine but I thought it’ll be like riding on Mike’s own bike, just a little faster and a lot more romantic.
So there I was, excitement welling up in me, waiting for the moment we hit the highway. However, Mike accelerated on the main road just outside our house. I was impressed at how fast the pick up was. I felt even better, anticipating the fun we’ll have during our short ride; or so I thought. When he went over a bump, I almost flew off the bike as I was still getting used to leaning down on that huge bike. From that moment onwards, my hands gripped Mike as tightly as those riders on a roller coaster. I didn’t even dare to let go to sweep away some hair that blew across my face, which was so uncomfortable as I can hardly see the road.
Although the main reason I can’t see the road was the immense size of the guy sitting in front of me, another reason would be the wind and force on my helmet. At our fastest speed, which I would not reveal for fear of causing my mother to have a heart attack, the force on my helmet was enormous! Just like the G-forces mentioned on TV. I began to have an inkling of what it’ll feel like to sit on a fighter plane with lots of G-forces acting on you. I didn’t even dare to move my body in case I upset the momentum of the bike and send both of us flying in the air for which I’m sure we’ll meet with certain death.
As a matter of fact, I was not so much afraid of the speed than the stops. I knew that while we were moving, unless of course some dumbo swerves his car into our lane suddenly, the law of physics says that we will keep moving. During the stops, all I had to hold on to was my husband and it is quite terrifying when he stops coz I feel the inertia. It’s like I’m gonna fly out of the bike with my hands and feet flailing in the air. I’ll probably look like Bobo the clown when I do that. My palms will probably be red and swollen too.
The inflated size of my palms not due to the crash but because I really had to support my weight on my hands as I leaned forward on the bike. Usually on a “normal” bike, I could put out my hands (like Titanic) and still maintain my balance. However, on the superbike my ‘mass’; to put it like the physics people say, is shifted to the front. It’s like doing a hundred times of push ups. Not that I’ve ever done that many but you get the idea.
In the end, I rediscovered the malay saying, “Indah khabar dari rupa”. Television has always hyped up superbikes and romance. I realized there isn’t much romance when all I can do is hang on for dear life, hear nothing but the wind in my face and a have a sore butt and palms after our outing. However in terms of excitement and thrill, nothing will ever beat riding on the superbike!
Honey, when are you taking me for our next ride?
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Rhinotillexomania Tag
Yes
Do you think that nose-picking is common in adults?
Yes
How often do you pick your nose? (daily, weekly, monthly)
Daily
How much time do you spend nose-picking?
5 seconds
Why do you do it (Unclog the nasal passages,to relieve discomfort or itchiness,to avoid the unsightly appearance of a booger hanging from my nose, personal hygiene,out of habit)?
To relieve discomfort or itchiness
Which finger do you use?
Little finger
How do you dispose of the goop? (tissue, hanky, floor, stuck it to furniture, eat)
Tissue, duh?!!
Rhinotillexomania
Of course, scientists must give everyday things complicated scientific names. Nose picking is a term for us common folk. Nose-picking should really be referred to as rhinotillexomania (rhino=nose, tillexis=habit of picking at something, mania=obsession with something). So, the next time that you see a person picking their nose, tell them that they are a rhinotillexomaniac.
· Most people (90.3%) disposed of the goop in a tissue or a handkerchief, while 28.6% used the floor, and 7.6% stuck it to the furniture.· 8% of the respondents actually ate the end product. In case you are thinking of trying this delicacy, the study claims that the pickings are quite tasty (salty).
So, what have we learned from this groundbreaking study? Basically, boogers apparently taste good, although I can guarantee to you that I will never do the taste testing to find out. And we are wondering why there is no cure for Cancer yet!
Friday, June 13, 2008
Little Biker
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Recipe for a good holiday.
But I got to say I really enjoyed this holiday. All thanks to this recipe I concocted:
Ingredients:
1. Free time. Lots of free time.
2. Baby.
3. Super Hero husband
First, draw up a schedule.
Then, put in all activities.
Make sure to have Pulau Ketam Trip (with hands free. Meaning no babies tagging along. Wah ha ha ha!!), trip to The Curve (coz I’ve never been there), birthday parties. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MUM!
Thank You hubby. Without you my holiday will be so drabby. Thanks for being my driver, cook, cleaner, baby sitter, IT Consultant & much more.
Gotta give credit to a great mom in law!! No complains at all even when I left Miracle at her place for a whole day!
Crabby Island
Tuesday, June 3, 2008
Hand phones n Close ups
p.s: To the girls whom I took ur photos, u got to admit it looks good on my blog. Heheh!! Jangan marah,ya.
Sunday, June 1, 2008
The B.I.B.L.E. Tag
Miracle & her Dad's BIG bible.