I'm sticcchking...

so i decided to become one of those people who jogs during their lunch break...
big mistake...
thinking it was a brilliant weather to go out jogging in the open...
i decided to tackle fort canning park since it was just next to the damn building...

i tripped, fell and got lost...
in no one particular order of course...

it felt like i was on a stair master from hell, instead of a leisurely afternoon jog...
with the steep and sharp edged flights of stairs constantly mocking me...
being thy graceful self i fell flat on my face in front of a bunch of Japanese tourist...
if that wasn't humiliating enough i had to ask the tour guide for directions back down to civilization...

because i thought i couldn't make a bigger fool out of myself...
i decided to fall tumbling down a flight of really steep and sharp stairs and into a group of wedding people taking their lame cheap-ass wedding photos on the damn hill...
got up, and crawled under bride's humongous wedding dress leaving my trail of blood...
OK not really...

point is...
the next time...
I'm sticcchking to MDA's damn gym...
indoors, air-con, and fucking obscure!!!