This morning when I was about to shower, for no apparent reasons, I accidentally bumped my knee to the mezzanine’s edge of the tub. I literally heard a loud “BAaaMMMM..!!!”. Milliseconds later, I looked down at my knee only to see.. (in slow motion and 16x zoom)… that my skin was slowly cracking and fresh blood was coming through, little by little, drop by drop. The pattern of the cracking skin resembled the dry soil of longstanding draught you’re likely to find in pictures… only this time it’s bloody red. (Okay, I admit I’m a bit exaggerating here..) hahaha 
I thought: “Bummer! Another bruise, another scar…just what I need…”
It’s funny that when we were little, scars were no biggie at all. How many times did we fall down from the bicycle? From ice-skating? From roller-blading? From climbing the trees? From running around like there’s no tommorow? Honestly, I couldn’t quite remember how many scars and blemishes I’ve accumulated over the years. But as we grew up, we realise more and more that we can’t afford to get another scar. It’s completely unnecessary and unasked for (in another word, ugly). If there’s a list of things that should be banned on earth, I’ll make sure I vote for ‘scars’.
And as if maintaining proper & presentable skin isn’t hard enough in a land where mosquito lives happily ever after (I bet mosquito’s population outgrows that of our own), sometimes we simply find ourselves in a ‘bumping week’ (the week where we continually bump and hurt ourselves). Have you ever had that week, or am I just speaking for myself here? 
That’s why, I began to think..there’s really nothing wrong with having a child-proof home, even if the child in consideration is, in fact, a sloppy 24-year old, hahaha
But, when all else fails (read: when you’re all bumps and bruise and wounds), there’s this “potion magique” I swear by. It’s called Wah-Tor Oil, and you can find it in any Chinese drugstore. It’s red and smells rather weird..but trust me, you should hang on to it! It’s a life-saver!!! :P
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surely scar-banning practice are more for the female side of the equation, yes? i mean, i got lots of big huge scars, and i’m actually proud of them. i can tell my grandsons the tale of how grandpa got his scars
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Grandpa Honksy Panksy, what can I say? (*bowing) hehehehe
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On our last trip together, Merlin fell down the stairs at Apple store in NYC, got bed bug bites from the hostel which turn really ugly (rashes, fever n stuff) and if that’s not enough, on her last weekend in Britain before she return to Indonesia, we went to Notting Hill and she got hit by a car when crossing Portobello Rd.
All that in one holiday, the holiday she’s been waiting on for ages
Scars are bad for you, but I agree with Hong, sometimes they’re worth having just for the stories. hehe..
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O.M.G Poor Merlin
Must be such an unforgettable experience: tragic, funny , & aggravating at the same time…
And falling down the LONGGG ladders in NY-Apple Store, that must really hurts
I got tick bites before from a hotel in Italy, and so I got red spots all over my body. When I went back to London, there was this Indian shop attendant who pointed at me and ask Ivonne in his very heavy Indian accent: “Chicken Pox?”
Thank you for writing your stories, Meldy!. I completely understand Hong’s & your view on this one