stair wars - episode II

hahahaha... i crack myself up. the stairs can make me tumble. but they WON'T make me crack. the second time round, they did get me good though. enuf to warrant a trip to the hospital. wheelchair, x-rays and all. felt some excitement at the possibility of a long cherished fracture dream coming true. not to be. a sprained knee and some exaggerated limping is all i have to show. episode III might still be the best one yet.

beating the odds silly

i tumbled down the stairs. again. WTF?!!

know where they sell parachutes?

the importance of le derrierre

early saturday morning. i had a book in one hand. a bowl of sliced mango in the other. a bottle of water tucked under my arm. the brother's oversized slippers on my feet. together, we slipped down the stairs. went flying and landed with a BIG thud/crash/glug, five steps down. me on my butt. the book on the floor. the glass bowl all over the place. don't remember what happened to the bottle.


a path so treacherous 

now listen carefully. your derrierre is a good thing. a very good thing. feed it. pamper it. and don't listen to the likes of kate moss or heidi klum.

if you see a contradiction...

check your premises. one of them will be wrong.

i'm ironing out a contradiction in my mind right now. will be back. sooner than u think.