So, it had been 5 months now huh. 10th May 2013 till now.

5 months since I gained 2 probably permanent line of scars on my right arm.

Now, how did I get that scar?

Well, I got robbed while waiting for the bus early in the morning.

Yup, that's it. Early in the morning at approximately 6.45am while I was waiting for the bus to go to work.

Sadly, there was no one around. The bus would arrive in another 5 minutes but I got unlucky. :C

2 men on a motorbike came turning round the corner and stopped in front of me. The guy at the back holding a small machete jumped down from his seat and came running towards me and snatched my bag! Stunned, I tried to fight back for my things. I know I shouldn't but I wasn't in a clear state of mind as I was still in shock. I held on to my bag as he pulled me along. They tried to dash off but I was still holding on. That was extremely stupid of me, I know. I regretted doing that till this day. So, to get rid of me, the guy just slashed the machete to my hand causing my flesh to split open. I fell down real hard on the tarred road. My stainless steel watch broke. I was so confused I didn't know what to do so I just ran back to my house, screaming for my mum. (I kinda woke the whole neighbourhood up. Oops!)

I tried explaining in between my cries. Mum got shocked when she saw my hand and quickly took tissues to stop the not-so-much blood from flowing out. Truthfully, I didn't feel any pain. Not one tiny bit. I don't have a lot of red blood cells either. I'm anemic. Hehe~ My sisters got traumatised by it though. >< Mum brought me to the 24 hours clinic while my dad sent my sisters to school. The doctor said I was lucky. There's like only a centimeter gap to my bone! I got stitched up, about 7 or 8 stitches. I didn't know I have another cut. Probably got that when he tried to grab my bag.

I can't remember what happened clearly since it happened so fast but I clearly remember the pain. The pain of not being able to move my arm at all and have to solely rely on my left hand. I couldn't write which was a major problem. I couldn't even type properly. It's tiring with only one hand and 5 fingers. Be grateful you have 2 hands! I also had bruises on my knee cap. A very big bruise! I couldn't squat nor can I stretch my leg. It was so painful to go up the stairs. Going down was also painful but lesser. T_T Washing my hair also became a problem. My mum had to help me with it. It felt so weird. All that difficulties lasted for about a month. I had to force myself to write earlier cause I have a logbook to write and submit. My writing was extremely ugly but I had no choice. At least I can write and my words can be read. That's more important.

This was the day I took off my stitches, 10 days after the incident. It was ticklish and painful. Can't move my arm properly yet.

This was after quite sometime. The healing process. My knee was changing colour at that time too.

From red > green > blue > purple > white snow! (Skin was peeling off)

It's like autumn changing to winter on my very own knee. Hahaha! I've only experienced artificial snow.

This is how it looks like now. Isn't it pretty? I grew to like my scars. :D

One day it hurt a lot. I wondered why when I didn't even touch it. After an hour or so of pain, my whole arm felt numb. I lost my strength to even lift a blanket off the floor. The next day, I saw a small red spot on the scar. One of the stitches burst. Oops!

And that was my story. ^^