Life's challenging

would it be 'days of my loser life' or 'days of my loser life continues' would the script change?

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Location: Singapore

Thursday, February 26, 2009

And my Misadventures continues

No.. this time.. i was in no hurry.. neither were there stuff distracting me (ref: Old lovely couple running hence sprained ankle story) or a case of accident-sure-to-happen settings. I missed a step and just tripped and fell.

However, i have to sensationalise the story.. or the word that seems to appear is 'LOSER' which given the size of my ego just cannot bear it. *sheesh*.

And the story unfolds...

A great weather for training at an outdoor range. I have not really been training and the motivation and passion for the sport is starting to wane. I was in no rushing mode to hurry for my training and was contented to get a lift to the range just to set up my bow and have a healthy exposure to the sun rays (i am getting too fair and flabby for liking).

As we were approaching the range, i saw 2 police cars and from within emerged 6 policemen walking into the nearing blocks. A fleet of cars (my friends' cars in fact) were 'happily' parked illegally at the adjacent block. Being a typical 'kaypoh', i was snooping at the policemen after urging my friend whom i was getting a lift from to park at the proper carpark lots. It struck me to tell my friends to start shifting their cars due to the fear that they might be summoned. I needed to warn them.....

So i climbed down the stairs.. (not hurrying; come on.. i know what you guys are thinking)... remember i was snooping and analysing the surroundings and knew that the policemen would take sometime before getting to our block. I even waited for my friend to tear his carpark coupons.. which i think i even mention to tear a later timing to save that few cents.. hahaa... Talk abt being a law-abiding citizen....

I reached the 1st floor... think i came from the 3rd one... with ease and an abled body. As i turned left to comment.. 'Hey, Uncle's car is here', haiz... i heard the reply from my right foot (why am i always doing a solo recital by myself... i talk.. i reply.), 'CRACKED'... I MISSED THE VERY LAST STEP...The step that would set me on equal footing with the actual ground... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh................. i knew it.... from my years of experience... my leg's a goner...

There went my squeaky-clean image with the splew of swearing adjectives voluntarily emerging... I held my right foot with TLC and exclaimed... 'ahhh.... i sprained it.. and damn.. its a diff foot now...'. ' I Hate myself!!'

It didnt help that my friend had to add in a line, 'You know... such policemen dont do the ticketing.'.....





Things i learnt...
1) Never be a nice guy.... in my case... Google at all times (Spore is supposedly wi-Fi-ed) to know the different job scopes of an occupation... There are differing policemen...

2) Steps should be painted a luminous yellow at the edges to warn people that they are potential hazards and that it can be seen prominently!! Look ppl my age also can miss it... not to say the very young and the very old... I am thinking for the bigger and general public!!
3) Sensationalise the story even more... ie, dont tell the truth when people do ask... cox when i did... It took their Monday blues away...

Reel Story…
Hence... i am stating that as there was a rapist out there that day, i wanted to warn, my predominantly more male, friends there that day about it... and due to my friendship and concern for them, I fell... maybe let me add on by saying.. i was also assisting the policemen in their fight for justice!!! The chase for the criminal was nerve wrecking and heart popping experience… I got away with a mere sprained.. Lucky me…


I feel better already...