dEaR jUmJuM...
So I lost my phone at the same place I lost it 5 years ago. Both occasions my phone was in my pocket. Haizzzzz. Such a feeling of deja vu when I was going round and round the shop looking for my phone! I am never going back there again.
Also, I realised how inconvenient a smartphone is when you lose it. EVERYTHING is linked to your phone- Facebook, email, Twitter... So in addition to barring my number, I had to deactivate all of them and I'm not even sure if they can still log in so I'll probably wait a week to reactivate....
The worst part? Losing all my personal pictures to a total stranger! Trying very hard to recall everything that was in my phone. Haiz, please please please, DO NOT go through my pictures! =(
I'll probably have to use my old Nokia again. I doubt my parents will buy me a new one. I don't think I deserve one either.
a sad *atm*
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Re: To Catch A Fall
dEaR jUmJuM...
Revving up our blogs again! =)
Okay so this is in response to Erratic Behaviour's blog post 'To Catch A Fall', http://locomoart.blogspot.com/2012/11/to-catch-fall.html#more
which reminded me of my epic fall in August 2011...
It all started that fateful day when my mum dropped me off at Kuching High's back gate. I was happily striding along with my 100 pound bag and arms full of books and my water bottle, when I saw my friend Sylvester so I looked up and smiled at him.
Right when he smiled back, I realised my left foot was caught in a hole in the slope...and before I knew it I was tumbling forward. Anddd because my arms were occupied, I couldn't break my fall, so I scraped my knees on the rocky pavement.
At first I was just a bit stunned. It wasn't until Diane helped me up to the staff room and saw my bloody knees, and the pain hit me and I cried... I found out later that another girl had fell at the exact same spot a week or so before. When my mum knew about it she was so riled up, she called the principal and made him patch that hole ASAP!
Anyway, my left knee never healed properly so I have to live with two scars- one looks like a J and the one above it looks like the eye of Sauron from Lord of the Rings..
←
That fall was really a setback for me as my scarless legs were always my pride and joy. It made me very, very self-conscious and I always try to cover them up.
When taking pictures, I would either:-
a. Cover my knees with my hands/ items of clothing
b. point my left knee downwards so the scars are barely visible
And then I realised, screw that! So I have some disgusting scars. So what? It wasn't something I chose to have. And from then on, whenever people start staring at my knee, I happily tell them the story of how I fell =) Ultimately, that fall made my dad a much poorer person because of all the scar creams I buy...heh.
And of course, if all else fails, there's always laser surgery! xD
*atm*
Revving up our blogs again! =)
Okay so this is in response to Erratic Behaviour's blog post 'To Catch A Fall', http://locomoart.blogspot.com/2012/11/to-catch-fall.html#more
which reminded me of my epic fall in August 2011...
It all started that fateful day when my mum dropped me off at Kuching High's back gate. I was happily striding along with my 100 pound bag and arms full of books and my water bottle, when I saw my friend Sylvester so I looked up and smiled at him.
Right when he smiled back, I realised my left foot was caught in a hole in the slope...and before I knew it I was tumbling forward. Anddd because my arms were occupied, I couldn't break my fall, so I scraped my knees on the rocky pavement.
At first I was just a bit stunned. It wasn't until Diane helped me up to the staff room and saw my bloody knees, and the pain hit me and I cried... I found out later that another girl had fell at the exact same spot a week or so before. When my mum knew about it she was so riled up, she called the principal and made him patch that hole ASAP!
Anyway, my left knee never healed properly so I have to live with two scars- one looks like a J and the one above it looks like the eye of Sauron from Lord of the Rings..←
That fall was really a setback for me as my scarless legs were always my pride and joy. It made me very, very self-conscious and I always try to cover them up.
When taking pictures, I would either:-
a. Cover my knees with my hands/ items of clothing
b. point my left knee downwards so the scars are barely visible
And then I realised, screw that! So I have some disgusting scars. So what? It wasn't something I chose to have. And from then on, whenever people start staring at my knee, I happily tell them the story of how I fell =) Ultimately, that fall made my dad a much poorer person because of all the scar creams I buy...heh.
And of course, if all else fails, there's always laser surgery! xD
*atm*
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