I’m in pain.
I fell.
Not once, but TWICE – all in a half-hour time frame.
First stunt
I was walking down the stairs from CCK LRT to CCK MRT. Mind wandered to something else… and the next thing I knew, I tripped, fell and slid down a few steps.
In a kneeling position.
And so, the front of my legs brushed against the edge of the steps. I managed to grab onto the railings for my dear life but only managed to slow down the tumbling-down speed.
Fortunately, a guy walking beside me managed to grab me by my arm, and hence, saved me before I reached the end of the stairs.
***
When I was on the train, for some reasons, I remembered thinking to myself why I was so clumsy and if I would fall a second time… But I immediately brushed the thought off…
***
Second stunt approximately 20 minutes later
The new crime scene was at the block of flats next to mine.
Before I knew it (again), I tripped over some entangled wire gauze and fell.
FLAT on my face. Yes, FLAT – face down; chest squashed.
I think I lay motionless face down on the cold hard concrete floor for a couple of seconds.
Too stunned to move. Too traumatized to even groan.
An auntie was nearby and just turned to look at me. But instead of coming over to help me up, she, too, stood motionless at her spot and just utter an “Aiyoh”.
***
Limped home… Opened the door to pitch-black darkness. Daddy and Mummy were away at Genting Highlands. Brother’s in Taiwan.
For some hormonal reasons perhaps, I suddenly felt so depressed.
And started crying non-stop…
Not because of the pain, but because I suddenly felt that I’m such a pathetic soul.
I hate returning to an empty house.
Worse, with my new fresh injuries, I suddenly felt so weak and needed someone to “sa-yang” me, fuss over or even nag at me for being so clumsy and careless… Anything... I needed someone to talk to, YET, ironically, I was too lazy to pick up the phone…
Instead, I logged onto MSN and told my few close frens and two colleagues who were online. They were very sweet by showing concern while trying to make me laugh – which I did because I’m very easily amused….
Was even more touched when one of them immediately called me. Even though he was so far away – in Switzerland… But I couldn’t utter much as I was choking from my own sobbing… But there he was at the other end of the line, having almost a one-way conversation trying to cheer me up.
***
Told my boss and a few other close colleagues about what happened when they asked about my swollen eyes the next day.
The more I shared with them, the more embarrassed I was regarding the crying saga… But after all the laughing and stuff, someone commented it’s weird that I had such a huge reaction the night before since I am quite an independent girl...
Or so I seem…
Well, I guess...whoever said that independent girls can't and won’t have their weak moments too?
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