In June, walking in the park alone. I don't know what's wrong with my eyes. Are they stamped? Yes they are! Even strolling on a smooth pavement also seemed dangerous. Slipped and fell. Mmm, nothing's wrong? But why do I felt a bit of an empty space just under my left knee? Looked down. Whoa.. A 20mm long and 6mm deep laceration. I'm lucky not to go into a shock. Had to limp my way back to home. Passers by from afar stare at my leg, wondering "why that boy put strawberry jam on his leg ah?". It was when a closer look that makes them realise that it is a deep cut. Back at home, I tried to wash away the bits of dirt that STICKS to the layer of fat. DAMN! It's "not quite" disgusting for me though. Phoned my Sis and she brought me to the hospital. In the end, 5 stitches and I wonder "Does the medical officer that had my wound stitched learn how to sew?" Cos' her stitching SUCKS!
In the next few months, I got two slight fractures shared equally by my feet. They don't need to put on a cast as it is just a minor thing, I suppose. Then I got huge bruises on my thighs. And recently had a patch of skin peeled off on my left shin. Now I was busy plucking out the scabs! Last night I attended my friends' BBQ. Played ball and a friend of mine kicked the ball right into the canal. I accompanied him and climbed down into it. Picked up the ball and saves the day! And my accident-hungry leg never failed me. I stepped right into the a pile of broken glass. Prrrkkt. SHIT! Weird I felt nothing. It was when after my bath then I felt a sharp pain on on my foot. It is a slit. "Yea I'm fine." Every step hurts! But I can't afford for you to worry about me. Sorry!
