How to survive being thrown out of the car

As I was cleaning the interior of my car today, I decided to clean the door sill while still perched in the driver's seat. Yes, I know I could've stepped out of the car and kneeled down next to the door to do it, but I was just too lazy and the nappa leather seats were just too comfy! Well, it cost me because somehow, I managed to find myself in an awkward and precarious position and ended up landing on my face and elbows on the cold hard concrete. It hurt. Fortunately there was no one around and I scrambled back to my feet and nursed my sore and skinned elbows.

And then I thought to myself, "Gosh, falling out of a stationary car hurts a lot! How do you ever survive falling out of a moving car?" Therefore in order to protect the interests of all the motorists and passengers reading my blog, I went ahead to do some research and here's what I found.

Prior to actually getting thrown out of the car, it's best to prepare on your own. Go into a quiet room and spin in circles looking down at the floor and up at the ceiling in order to get ready for the spin that you'll get thrown into once you hit the floor. Then, take yourself to your nearest slabs of nice, clean concrete and practise throwing yourself elbow first on the floor. This way you can mentally prepare for the impact, so it's not a shock when it happens. Obviously you've got to make sure you have some decent protective padding on first.

Once you've done the initial preparation, you need to find a good smooth surface to land on. If the surface is rough, there's a very high chance you will tear your clothing and really injure yourself. The car itself needs to have a wide door and, more importantly, a reliable driver that you can trust.

Recce the road and practise opening and closing the door of the car

Before actually going ahead with the jump, drive along the road a couple of times, opening the door and checking for the best spot to land on. Shout at the point where you're going to jump, so everyone around knows where and when it's going to happen. Once you've done the initial preparation, you need to find a good smooth surface to land on.

Try to land elbow first. This will reduce the shock of the impact.

Good padding is essential. Ideally, your whole body will be covered, preferably starting with a pair of jeans and a decent jacket. Underneath that, you'll need padding on your elbows and knees - basically every bony bit of your body needs protection. When it comes to being kicked out of the door, think of how a pen or pencil rolls. That's what you have to emulate. Throw yourself out, leading with your shoulder or arm. If you lead with your hand, you'll tear all of your skin and you won't complete the roll properly.

Wear plenty of padding and let the momentum carry you until you stop.

Your arm should contact the surface and throw you into the spin. The hardest part is actually stopping once you've begun the whole thing. You have to keep going, let your energy just carry you and slide along. Once you've accomplished that, you can stand up, dust yourself off and live to tell the tale.

Re-arrange clothes, comb hair and repeat if necessary.

blogger's blog block

As I sit on my bean bag, lazily strumming my guitar, wondering what exactly is happening with my life right now, I've come to realise that events of late are really messing up my vibe. Its cramping my style and I have to break out of it. You'd think that after living 26 years of life, you'd be able to master it and yet somehow, I still find myself grappling with situations day to day, barely surviving. Here's a messy jumble of thoughts thats going through my head right now.

PR in Melbourne? Or head home to Singapore and get a job there? What a tuffy. this is like a life altering multi shake up decision to make. I'm still looking at the piece of paper with the pros and cons of each, and its still a mind boggle for me.

Guarding your heart? what does that mean? surpressing your feelings and not letting it develop any fondess or attraction to someone?

Why are there 3 chinamen living in the house next door, and not 3 exotic european supermodels on an exchange program? And why would the chinaman leave his trash bin in the middle of the driveway? doesn't he know the driveway is there coz there are cars moving in and out?!

different people live according to different standards and rules, and when you find yourself drawing closer to them, you gotta be careful to know what those rules and expectation are if not you're gonna ge burned. better still. don't draw close to anyone at all! go figure.

I love writing letters. but my handwriting has changed. again.

should i restring my guitar? i feel so lazy.

Even good friends and leaders can fail you and mess you up. the only person you can trust totally is yourself, but i'm not too sure about that too.

Its late and i should be getting back to bed.

Why does housework have to suck?

This song really rocks. Lights and sounds by yellowcard. In this day and age where the radio waves are clogged up with an overdose of hip hop R&B and boy bands returning from the dead, an energetic pumping rock song like this is a gem. And its also this type of song thats helping me get through my chores without pulling my hair out and throwing myself through the window. Its the anthem and soundtrack of my life right now and it chases away the misery of my current situation. I actually jump around and try to imagine I'm out there wakeboarding or snowboarding instead of being indoors with a broom and sweeping. nice.



Sigh, those were good times....

Home is where the heart is

Gosh, its barely been a day since I got back to Melbourne and already I'm toying with the idea of packing up to return to Singapore for good. Its been an overwhelming jumble of errands and chores to finish and frankly, I'm sick of it. The house is in a mess and its dusty and there are cobwebs. There's so much laundry to do and to hang out. My car is covered under a layer of filth. hmmm, well I hope its my car under there..... oh and I need to send it for servicing too. I gotta settle my PR application and meet the migration lawyer. I have to work out my finances and decide how I'm gonna budget to survive. ARGH.

I miss home. My family, friends, loved ones. My dog. the comfort and familiarity of everything. Mom and Dad, you guys better take care of your health ok? I love you guys. my family rocks.

Leaving on a jet plane

Don't know when I'll be back again

morning call

I've been getting a regular visitor lately. Its a mynah. This chirpy little bird will land itself on my window sill and chirp at the top of its lungs every morning. Its as if its trying to wake me up from my slumber and telling me to get my butt off the bed and go do something productive. After a while, it gets to me and I will jump out of bed. Sometimes, I think its telling me something. and when I Listen carefully, I can almost make out a pattern.



(wake up sleepy head, the sun is out to play
you don't have much time left, you're wasting most of the day
in no time you'll be flying to Australia, the land of cows and hay
and you'll miss singapore so much,
you'd wish you spent your time in a better way)

And at this point I usually go into a panic attack coz I've imagined a bird chirping a rhyme to me. but more so than that, I get worried coz its true. I am leaving Singapore in less than a week and honestly, I am dreading it. There's so many things I've grown attached to here, so many things I don't want to leave behind. And yes, by sleeping my time away here, I'm not making good use of it. argh.