on a saturday afternoon

what did you do on last saturday afternoon? strolled down air-conditioned hallways of shopping malls? sipped on a fine cup of tea, with a rich chocolate cake by the side? or slept late until your grumbling stomach woke you up?

well, i spent mine tumbling down the stairs of istana budaya. like jill, but there was no jack at the bottom of the hill to break my fall. not a hobby of mine, this tumbling down stairs business though i don't think anybody asked me beforehand if i liked it before buttery feet caused my downfall, literally.

people usually has frame by frame memory of incidents like these where they can tell you exactly what went wrong one frame at a time. me, my mind was a blur - as usual. i can't remember how i fell and why i fell. all i know is i fell, like a huge sack of potato, right where a huge group was gathered, waiting for intermission time to be over. embarrasment maximus. didn't help that my dress was short. nothing was exposed though. at least, i think nothing was.

a young man who was walking past with his girlfriend stopped and enquired if i was alright. a most unexpected display of gentlemanly act. in a whole room of apparently sophisticated, well dressed people, at the very least one person in the crowd had a heart. the rare breed of a gentleman, even if he did nothing more than just enquire.