You spot your bus. You decide you refuse to wait. You make a run for it, sprint across the traffic light, realise you are making good time, so you double your pace. You never knew you could run so fast, and you beam with pride at your own speed.

Then suddenly all the fanfare dies. The music gets distorted.

You feel your left ankle twist.

Keep running, the bus is leaving!

Then you find the floor inch closer and closer to your face.

I can't be falling. Falling doesn't feel like this.

And you remain in this state of denial until you realise you're sprawled on all fours in the middle of Chinatown, with your lower lip kissing the ground.

What a way to display one's patriotism.

You look up and realise that your bus has left, your new shades are fatally scratched, and there's a guy standing diagonally in front of you armed with a video cam.

"Are you ok?" asks the video cam guy.

You detect an American accent. Must be an ABC tourist.

Amidst all the confusion and flurry, you do not forget to note that he's kind of cute.

You manage a weak "Yeah, I'm ok." as you pick yourself up and continued your journey towards the bus stop, this time with a hobble.

"Walk more carefully huh," the video cam guy continues.

"Oh I will. I just missed my bus," you lamely reply with a mock pained expression on your face. Actually you find the aftermath of falling pretty exhilirating. It jolts you out of your comfortable stupor. The scratched skin on your elbow gives you the high. Except for the pain in your left ankle, all your other joints suddenly feel more flexible. If not for that blasted left ankle, you'd break into a run all over again, just to feel the wind in your face, and to re-experience the burst of energy in your system as your legs pick up speed.

Then suddenly you remember the video cam.

And you wonder how your entire action sequence would turn out on screen...