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I ponder as I listen to the clock tick away, as I clean and arrange the last of the items on my altar.. there is peace in religion.. a new feeling, an experience. As I shall gather more new experiences on this day..

I miss the days.. the golden days.. I wish.. to become the early bird.

Crunch Time.

An evening glow the shade of a lemony orangy autumny sunshine outside my window. Warm.

I remember when I was younger, when I was still a little boy.. I had a wanting.. I wanted a scar across my face just like those comic characters I see. I thought I'd look awesome if I had a trademark scar across my face. Heroic!

Fast-forward 15 years, I got what I wanted. Well, I guess I can't say I'm all sad because I'm a little excited to see what it's gonna look like.. Of course I went to a plastic surgeon to make sure it'll look like what I had in mind, and he helped me modify the alignment of the lining of the scar a lil too! Dynamite!

Now we backtrack 10 years, when I was still in highschool (okay, so I lied to some of you bout me never going to school before). When I was so crazy about basketball and all that NBA craziness and Michael Jordan Era, I had another wish. I had always wanted to bald my head ((grins)) but it never happened coz I was a real mommy's boy and mommy didn't approve. Well, I'm still a mommy's boy but now I've a real valid reason to shave it off! hohoho

Although I'm all manly and macho now, I guess the little boy is just a part of me that'll won't grow old. I may know how to run and jump but I'm still gonna want to walk most of the time and occasionally crawl all over the ladies ((winks)).

That's killing two birds (scar and hairdo) with one stone's throw (car crash) my style. Easy.

I'm listening to..
Amy Mcdonald - This is the life.

Accidents do happen

on the road.

When I woke up, the feelings I had was invigorating. It was reassuring. It was comforting. You don't care how you look, you're just glad to be alive. Perhaps, I should just speak for myself.

First thing I did after regaining consciousness was to check & see if I still had my hands & fingers & then my feet & legs. Making sure I still had control of all my limbs. I didn't even bother with my face. I must admit, I am a vain-pot & I do rate my own looks rather highly, shameless of me to say (all for the greater purpose of blogging).

Instead, I am surprised, in hindsight, that I couldn't care less for how I looked regardless the amount of blood oozing from my head. The whole backseat of the Myvi I was in was soaked red & (so was my friend's shirt who pulled me out of the wreck). Next thing I did after I thought I was okay, was to check on the others, the driver and the front passenger, both were fine (not a scratch even).

Not aware that I was the sole contributor to the bloody mess, I was consoling my friend (the driver who was obviously in shock) & walking about being my usual bossy-self making sure everyone was okay. Doing my best to keep everyone from worrying, not aware that I was the source of their worries ((grins)).

I have a wound on my forehead measuring about 5 inches starting from the top of my right eyebrow right above the bridge of my nose going diagonally upwards & into my hairline, two inches. There was no pain. I felt a sensation, but it wasn't pain. Perhaps I had no time to be in pain.

Well, I have got lotsa time now, lying in bed.. & I feel it now ((cringe)) & blogging doesn't help.. I still have too much time/too much pain. The freeloaders don't help.. they're an extra pain in the ass..