Shall not display it in the interest of the squeamish & faint-hearted...
Nor shall I need more looks of pities or naggings...
Had an overdose of TLC on that day itself... from a bunch of mortified salsa pals to the empathic uncle at the bus stop, even the shop vendors offered first aid (but ran out of antiseptic, hmm)...
Touched, but no biggie, really!
Pretty proud of it in fact, like a child displaying trophies on a shelf...
Prob coz it was well earnt from my blading stint which haven't been pursued for like a million years, haha... An accomplishment of course for an absolut couch potato... Tho I can't do anything more than moving in (only) straight lines or tumbling about...haha... Oh but it was worth the fun and the (almost elusive) tan... Ok fine, maybe I'll contemplate kneeguards in the future...
But I digress...
Anyway went on to recount past scars/injuries...
Concluded that they were all witnesses of comical misadventures... and unfortunately not heroic tales of saving ppl from burning houses, surviving shark attacks nor diving for a victoric game point... So life is pretty safe and boring, just that the person living it is accident prone, haha... oh well, at least there'll be something to laugh at...
The Hall of Fame:
1) 3 Scars from running after the bus (after tennis Practice, of All times)... above left knee, below and above right knee
2) Said blading scar... below left knee (thus completing the set, heh)
3) Childhood scar from bumping into corner of stairs, while running up again... corner of right eye, 3 stitches (any closer would've gone blind)
4) Twisted right ankle frm tennis (or wassit 1 month ballet stint? haha)
Wonder where the next one will be?
Maybe I should try out which locations & shapes would look best eh?
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