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Have just managed a SPECTACULAR fall during my usual evening run, and it was so ridiculous as must have been not more than four metres from finishing point. Have no bloody idea (pun bloody not intended) why I fell as I knew this route better than it knew me (been running for a year at least), and do not recall tripping over anything. Decided it is indeed seventh month come early.

Today is red-letter day (marked by red-bloodied pair of knees staring at me right now). Day started with traumatic lizard scare, followed by a bad stomach, then embarrassing display of 38-ness in front of charitable stranger, and now this. As if I haven't reached my quota for physical and emotional abuse, I just got off long-distance call from grandmama who insists on going to China despite animals of all species spontaneously breaking out in mysterious disease orgy. Well, at least Hainan Island has water aplenty, I think.

It certainly takes some shit luck to have such a happening life despite not leaving parametres of neighbourhood. If anything good came out of the shitty day, it's the demonstration that Singaporeans ain't as aloof as commonly perceived. When I fell, the impact of the fall was cushioned by both my knees (ARGH!ARGH!ARGH!), and you can imagine how bloody painful (no pun bloody intended again) that was. I was still recovering from the shock impact on my knees when I felt strong arms pulling me back up. AND THAT WAS MY HERO. Nah, no lar. Was a very nice man who helped me, and was kind enough to make sure that I fell, and not fainted, and offered to help me home. It would be nice, except I was four metres from home, bloody hell. I thanked him, and he was so nice, really! Malay man. I always say malays are the nicest people around. Allah has good teachings. Then I was walking up the steps leading to my flat when a couple asked if I want some tissues. They were all concerned, am momentarily proud to be Singaporean. I realised that is a rather irrelevant thought at this point, and I blame all the national flags all over the place, but honestly, people are so nice. Maybe it's only people in my neighbourhood. We radiate the aura of kindness and love. Dr. Tony Tan, you did such a good job in our constituency!

Now attention back to my knees. Bloody painful it is, but I must say I have strong threshold for pain; I didn't scream the house down when my mother applied the medicine for me. Was suddenly all nostalgic about the childhood days when my mummy would clean my battle wounds for me and apply medicine, but would rather not have triggered fuzzy feelings for parental figure in this manner 20 days to my 21st birthday. Honestly.

Now I only wish that the wounds will heal before school reopens. Otherwise I cannot wear pretty dresses and that would be bloody annoying.