The fall caused my pride to drop at least three thousands one hundred and seventy five feet, and it’s gonna leave some horrible scars on me! A few deep cuts on my elbow and a row of scratch-liked escalator marks on my back. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks even though I tried hard not to cry. I couldn’t control myself cause it was too painful, and the blood looked scary. Did somebody curse me or something? Why would I have such bad luck today? I had been using that escalator for decades but nothing bad ever happened, not until today. Now what? I have this phobia of using escalator and phobia of wearing sandals. Blame myself for not praying hard enough to prevent such mishap. I hope those eye-witnesses will never remember my face. Better still, I hope they will never remember that incident, let alone spreading it to the others. It’s okay that I tell you guys in my blog, but it would have been awful if I know that the witnesses are telling this story elsewhere.
Fresh blood. . .

Just look at my eye. . .
Poor back of mine X(
Finally it's plastered!
p/s: I can hardly lift up my left hand now. It hurts. The joint is probably injured. Thank God it wasn’t my right hand!
1 comment:
not bad.
just scratches, from the way I see it.
surely you are made, tough!
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