I have never been a clumsy person. I was never the type of person to trip over a flat surface, nor was I ever the type to trip on apparently nothing.


And apparently, now that's changed.

And the world is my glaring witness.

Two weeks ago, I think, I was walking up the DB stairs, and I was like, I think I'mma trip, but so far going up the flight of stairs, I was lucky. BUT ON THE LAST STEP, I TRIPPED. My foot got caught in the stair and BOOM I landed on all fours. With my hands and dignity bruised, I walked away, brushing the dust off my hands and replying to the cries of "Woah are you okay?" with a flippant (I hope) "Yes, I am"

THEN on Friday last week we were having our chamber theatre practice. I was sitting down and my bag was a few chairs away. So I stand up and while humming a song (FU-FU-FU-FU-FU-FU-FU-FUNKY MUZIIIK) I walk towards my bag. Imagine my complete and utter surprise when I twisted my ankle on a flat surface and simultaneously choked on my own saliva. I DON'T KNOW WHY :)))))) Then I hear Miya ang Angela burst into laughter; apparently they'd seen and heard my choke-slash-ankle-twist moment.

TODAY I tripped on a stair. OHYEAHS. Not just any stair; if you've been to Glorietta, on its sidewalks, you know what stairs I'm talking about. So I'm crossing the street and I'm almost home free, and I was juuuust going up this ONE STEP when my foot got caught AND THEN BOOM I LAND ON ALL FOURS AGAIN. I'm like, shit fuck OUCH and one car stopped and the driver shouted MISS ARE YOU OKAY. And I reply, without looking at him, YES I'M FAAAAAYYYN THANKS. And I hurriedly walk away, with whatever was left of my dignity.



WHAT'S HAPPENED TO MY BALANCE. Is this revenge for abandoning Taekwondo? I'M SORRY OKAY. GH isn't exactly the easiest place to get to when you don't have a car to drive you there, BOO.

I have never been a clumsy person. I was never the type of person to trip over a flat surface, nor was I ever the type to trip on apparently nothing.


And apparently, now that's changed.

And the world is my glaring witness.

Two weeks ago, I think, I was walking up the DB stairs, and I was like, I think I'mma trip, but so far going up the flight of stairs, I was lucky. BUT ON THE LAST STEP, I TRIPPED. My foot got caught in the stair and BOOM I landed on all fours. With my hands and dignity bruised, I walked away, brushing the dust off my hands and replying to the cries of "Woah are you okay?" with a flippant (I hope) "Yes, I am"

THEN on Friday last week we were having our chamber theatre practice. I was sitting down and my bag was a few chairs away. So I stand up and while humming a song (FU-FU-FU-FU-FU-FU-FU-FUNKY MUZIIIK) I walk towards my bag. Imagine my complete and utter surprise when I twisted my ankle on a flat surface and simultaneously choked on my own saliva. I DON'T KNOW WHY :)))))) Then I hear Miya ang Angela burst into laughter; apparently they'd seen and heard my choke-slash-ankle-twist moment.

TODAY I tripped on a stair. OHYEAHS. Not just any stair; if you've been to Glorietta, on its sidewalks, you know what stairs I'm talking about. So I'm crossing the street and I'm almost home free, and I was juuuust going up this ONE STEP when my foot got caught AND THEN BOOM I LAND ON ALL FOURS AGAIN. I'm like, shit fuck OUCH and one car stopped and the driver shouted MISS ARE YOU OKAY. And I reply, without looking at him, YES I'M FAAAAAYYYN THANKS. And I hurriedly walk away, with whatever was left of my dignity.



WHAT'S HAPPENED TO MY BALANCE. Is this revenge for abandoning Taekwondo? I'M SORRY OKAY. GH isn't exactly the easiest place to get to when you don't have a car to drive you there, BOO.