The day the outings died
This morning i went for my run and while trying to avoid a pile of rubbish i slipped on some tape and fell. Well i flew in the air before i fell, so i suppose it should be no surprise that the wound on my right knee was bubbling like a merry brook. I had to walk home and by the time i go there i was mostly covered in blood. The only people who inquired after my welfare were the women who were washing cars on the road. Otherwise everyone else looked at me and looked away. Singapore could do with some good Samaritans. However, i did manage to drench myself in some gentian violent and go to a hawker centre before deciding that stitches would be a good idea...
| Roti prata please... |
| Ghin mopes after i shout at him... to not squeeze my cuts... |
| Rainbow Park at AMK - i discover here that i need to get stitches... |
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