Today, yeah that's right, 14th Dec 2006. Something amazing happen. This is the story..

I was travelling on the right of a 2 lane road with 3 of my friends today. All of a sudden, the car in front of the first rider swerve to the left lane. Then! The first and second rider saw a huge mother f*cking size of a rock in the middle of the road and swerve to the edge of the right and left side of the lane. The third rider, view blocked by the first 2 riders, saw the bloody rock just 5m away from him. His speed, 50km/h. So simple maths will explain he will have 0.3 seconds to think AND react. Since the left side was a car and the right was the road divider, he made his decision. He went straight towards the rock. And he flew. Oh, by the way, I'm the third rider.

Okay here's the climax. The part when "I believe I can fly". The whole process may well in total be around say, 5-10 seconds, but frankly speaking it seemed to be like say.. 5mins? Yeah, 5 mins in the air.

First, my front tyre mounted that bloody huge rock and the bike sorta like travelling on its rear tyre. Then, my rear tyre mounted the rock too. So you can imagine the picture now, both my front and rear are not on the ground. I'm Flying. Well I was holding on to the handle bar but my butt wasn't on the seat. I was uh.. Just like Superman with both hands holding on to the handle bar. 3 things then occured in my mind on what should I do:

1) Hold on to the handle and try to sit back then land stylishly and continue with my journey.

2)Hold on to the handle and try to sit back then land but fail and die.

3)Throw the bike off and jump in mid air and hope the best for me and my bike.

Ok many would think I'd choose choice number 3, well that's wrong. As proud as I am, I chose choice 1. So I executed my move. I pulled myself to the bike and forcibly put my leg over the seat. While doing that, I realized because of my body weight, the front of the bike dipped and I'm face to face to the road. SHIT man. Then one word came flashing across my mind:

I shall apologize for the vulgarities that would be appearing soon but I would elaborate my actual thoughts while plan1 failed. Here goes, "F*ck, shit, I'm gonna crashing into the f*cking road head first and die."

Without much thinking, actually I really did not think twice. I released my grip on the handle and throw myself to the left away from the bike. I flew in the air and awaited the landing. I landed and rolled, and rolled, and rolled, then finally coming to a stop. I lay there motionless.

I lay there and checked my body, afraid of making any large movements in case of bones breaking or blood spilling or such. Then I tried to get up, got up and sat along the road divider. One of my friend rushed over and checked on me, then both of us went to my other friend and moved the bike into Civil Defense Academy (how convenient to crash right outside CDA huh, they even did my bandages later).

Here's the eerie part. According to my friend, after I jumped off my bike, the bike landed and continued to move forward for 80m. My friend freaked out as there's a bike without a rider chasing him from behind. Then the rider-less bike fish tailed and hit the kerb of the road divider. Guess what? The bike flew in the air and flipped 3 times. Then it went crashing down with a nose dive into the road and slammed so hard I could hear while I was lying 100+m away from the "landing area" lying motionless.

Well, thats the end of my encounter today and I shall not elaborate further on the details. I'm still alive that's for sure except for the abrasion on my right knee, right back, left arm and serious aches on my right shoulder and left hip and thigh. As for my bike, it's totally destroyed.