If I were to take a poll, I bet that a good 90% would say that they wish that they could turn back time and go back to Form 4/5 and another good 15% would wish that they were a little younger... Like maybe primary school aged?? No worries and what not...
Well, since I'm not smart enough to create a time machine, perhaps the best that I can do is to remember the time that reminds me of the past the most... That is... losing part of your skin...
Yeah… It reminds me of the time when I was a kid and always falling down, leaving my skin on the ground and blood in the dirt… Ah… Memories… But not that of the pain that I’ve gone through, but the endless process of cleaning the wound and putting medicine on it… Damn! It stings!!! And not to forget about the ‘pantang’ on the wondrous food that you can’t eat when you’ve got that scab…
And let’s not forget about the pus that may be just around the corner when you get your wounds a little wet accidentally and listening to your parents saying:” well, that’s gonna leave a scar,” when they use a tweezers to take of the scab just to get to the fresh skin bellow to clean off the pus.
Fresh skin is always pink, and you can sometime see the small blood capillaries bellow it, and just when you thought that it would hurt when you touch it, your body already put you in ‘prepare to die mode’… Hey, it ain’t so bad… Until the hydrogen peroxide or some mentholated Chinese medicine comes in to spoil your good time… Dang!
With all that going on, you might even need to wait for few weeks before you are scab-less and no more have the tendency to draw your arm back as you would when you touch an iron, or feel a non-existing twinge that gets into your mind when someone touches your leg…
Hmm… Sianz hor… Getting injured…
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