It was raining heavily after lunch and I had to run from Sim Lim Square to Burlington Square because Ryan had parked his car in the open-air URA lots.
Ryan ran first, and then I followed not far behind. Just as I was thinking of shouting to him, "Be careful, the floor seems very slippery—", I found myself losing balance at the last step of Sim Lim's entrance.
My brain went into Electronic Fly-by-wire Restabilization Mode, trying to compensate and to keep from slipping on the very wet floor. The only thing my attempts to rebalance did was make me look like I was performing an ancient tribal mating dance in the rain.
I still fell. And not very glamorously, I might add. I splatted on the floor, and to add to the indignity, I landed on a puddle of water.
The crowd that was standing in the shelter made a collective gasp.
After I pulled myself up, I ran to join Ryan around the corner, hoping to quickly leave the scene of the crime. I thought, maybe if I left fast enough, no one will see me.
Ryan laughed and said he was planning to tell me to be careful because he also felt the floor was dangerously wet. And when there was a 3-second lag in my arrival, he already suspected I had fallen.
"Good thing I didn't see you fall. I would have fallen down myself, from laughing," he said.
"Gosh I hope no one saw me fall like that. Damn malu lor," I laughed.
When I got back to the office, the first tweet I saw on my Mac was:
@malique: "My eyes either playing with me or I did see mrbrown run in the rain and fell. Hope he's fine."
Haha! Thanks Malique, I am fine. Just drenched clothes, a slight sprained neck, and my elbows and dignity bruised.
