One evening, a pair of moths were darting playfully around the kitchen in an eatery. One of them accidentally nose-dived into a hot wok of vegetables and got buried among the leafies. The engrossed chef, unaware of the drama beneath him, went on happily with his cooking. The other moth circled anxiously above, sending out waves of panic while helplessly witnessing the death of its comrade. A terrible demise in flames and heat, its body charred beyond recognition.

As luck would have it, the charred moth became the 'mu er' amid my veges yest nite. As usual, I was watching tv while having dinner and was absentmindedly pinching the veges with my pair of chopsticks. Any idea what the black fungus called 'mu er' in chinese is? That's what i thought I picked up until I flipped it over... and discovered that my 'mu er' seemed to have wings and feelers... eeKs! Totally lost half of my appetite..it was only about slightly smaller than my contact lens case!

The tragic moth story came to me after my bro sent the veges defect back downstairs for a new batch afterwards. He had spotted a similar-sized moth flying about the ceiling. Poor mothie... and pooorr me.

My short stint on Fear Factor was really memorable. Now, I really gotta kowtow to Allan Wu, for his courageous feats in the reality show on tv.