Great site with lots of cool pictures and graphics!
I spent the entire day researching and building a webby for Dad’s clinic. There’s so much stuff out there on the internet, its amazing how i never ventured into building a home based internet website to earn some passive income. If PCs could talk, my trusty Fujitsu of 5 yrs (u were my treasure in Syd) would be accusing me of being ‘overworked & underpaid!’ Little wonder p’ple suffer from wrist tendonitis, et cetera- if you’re pounding away on the keyboard with a hunched over posture. Groan, that was me for the entire afternoon- B-A-C-K B-R-E-A-K-I-N-G!
Penned this down when my creative juices flowed:
The Journey into Oblivion
Know me, I am a piece of gooey spearmint gum, Wrigley’s product to be precise. Pudgy hands unwrap my silvery cocoon. I enter a gaping hole.
I feel the tongue rolling me around and I am bathed in the saliva filled oral cavity. The temporalis and masseter chew me up. It’s not a bad vibe and strangely enough I feel all warm and fuzzy as I morph from being long and powdery into a smooth, elastic glob. Yes, I am fully fledged, a true shape shifter now. I long to use my new found sticky powers but alas, the slimy secretions from the salivary glands bind my powers. I feel powerless beneath the gnashing incisors and slimy molars. I am sorely punctured, wounded beyond recognition. Strong Orbicularis Oris expands me. But I am a defect, I am not as elastic and my tormentor’s patience wears thin.
Pop! I unexpectedly explode over the lips and teeth with pure delight. I am collected back into the putrid grotto. I bounce and toss before the back of the tongue lifts me up. I see the pharynx moving forwards to propel me to infinity and beyond. I realised that I had been swallowed. Alas, I had no intention to be consumed! Bubble Pop from Singapore gleefully told me how she managed to stick to the doors of the Mass Rapid Transport (MRT), causing a massive uproar. As I hit the faucial pillars, I fell into the clutches of the monstrous swallow reflex.
I pummel down the oropharyx and entered the hypopharynx. I saw the endless tunnel into oblivion. I defiantly open my eyes, this must be the coolest roller coaster rider. I bet Bubble Pop did not see this. I heard her and her kind were deposed and banned in Singapore after the MRT personnel discovered the ghastly act by some sweet toothed girl. Luckily, no Corrective Work Order was imposed on the perpetrator. I peer down in disgust at human innards.
The proximal end of the sphincter was closed. Within seconds, laryngeal elevation triggered the sphincter to open. Peristalsis must be the finest way to travel, I thought aloud. This is an awfully good massage with contraction and relaxation- the natural way. The lower esophageus sphincter relaxed and I knock on the fundus.
“Enter!” boomed the Stomach. Yikes! I am immediately engulfed in Hydrochloric acid as I found myself sliding into the Tube. I felt parts of me mysteriously dissolving away and shuddered as I lay helpless in the Tube. Strangely enough, the acid retreated as quickly as it came, as if it were providing me with a golden ticket to enter the realm of the unknown. I was pushed along by other boluses. Miss Coconut Fiber and Mr Ham stopped momentarily to say “hi” before being pulled along by the tidal wave of roaring digestive juices. I thought I saw Mr One Cent Coin stuck in the middle of the Tube. He was worn out, battling the acid for months, a once shiny coin turned dull. A most recent addition to the Tube, I thought aloud, seeing “2007” engraved on his body. I continued travelling down the Tube, this time into a pale brown place called the “Rectum”.
Suddenly, I heard a loud belching sound, followed by a huge suction force. I mustered up my courage to yell, but it was drowned out by a grunting noise. Plop! I fell out of the Rectum into clear water. I waved to Mr Coconut Fibre as he too tumbled out and floated next to me. Carpe diem! i thought aloud.
~~~ The end ~~~
Met Heidi at Kowloon Bay, HK in July. We went to artsberg to source for speech Rx materials. A boardmaker costs HK $3000 (S$600)! 1S$=HK$5. Bummed around at Kowloon bay’s shopping centre and saw miniature terracotta army exhibition. What a coincidence, Heidi’s cousin’s studying speech pathology. Heidi works at Po Leung Kuk with school aged children, am happy for her!
