About the fading scar I upload on my gallery. The story behind it was quite interesting, at least to me. 😂 

The scar was a result from a motorcycle accident with my cousin. I almost lose my sight because of that accident. My cousin, also a girl, almost died from that accident too. That is like the biggest accident I ever had in my life. 

We were quite wild back then. We like to go out at night. That night, we were back from the PC room. Like I said, we were quite wild back then. She wore her helmet loosely, tho I told her to tighten it. And she wear short skirt and pretty much clothes that show every skin she have. 

I was and always been so conservative. I wore jeans, jersey with a thick sweater outside because night could be cold, so I wore my clothes like that. We were and are very much opposites in clothing. I also wore my helmet very tight, always. 

That night, I had a bad feelings in my gut so I told her to switch and let me ride. But she said it's okay so I didn't  forced her to change. Althought that bad feelings grow all the way back. I am the type that of I have a bad feeling, you gotta trust me because it never ends well, to my experience before it.😅 

We end up involved in an accident about 5km away from my house and I seriously didn't think about myself when we involved in that accident. My phone was smashed on the road and the cover was lost but it still can be used. I flew from the bike about 20 metres away from the motorcycle and my cousin. 

Crawling on the road, I goes to my cousin that is unmoving that I freaking out, reaching my phone, I flash it to my cousin's face and I thought that I have killed someone. Tho I am not the one riding the bike. I blame myself on the first basis. I held her in my arm, calling my other cousin, screaming, "We're in accident! Save us!" 

That was the first time ever, I screaming call other person. I just threw my phone after that. I didn't dare to see her like that. It was never in my mind that time, that I was going to lose her that way. And that road was very dark. There's no lamp post around and that road is pretty 'dark'. If you know, then you know. 

We were brought to the hospital. And all the time, I thought I was fine. I thought I didn't have any scratch on my body  I didn't even think about me that time. All on my mind was my cousin. I was really scared. Mind you, I was only 19 years old. 

I saw her wounds clearly whwn we reach the hospital and she definitely in a worst condition. Blood everywhere on her body, from head to toe and I just can't help but blame myself. I didn't even realize my condition until the nurse call me over. It was about an hour after our accident took place. 

"You're wounded too." 

Then I look down on my body. Wound everywhere. On my elbow, the back of my left hands, the side of my fingers, my waist and my knees. But there's more. 

I was told to get X-ray. My dad arrived at the hospital that time. My dad didn't show that he was mad so I apologize to him, and promise to him that it would not happen again. Which it really never happen, ever again. I keep my promise on that to my dad. 

He brought me on a wheelchair to the X-ray room and I was on a verge of fainting that time but I keep myself sober. Trying my best to not faint. I was practically an octopus that time. I think the shock from the accident just hit me. 

When I changed my clothes, THAT was when I look at the mirror in the changing room. My condition is quite worse too. I have a wound on my chin and one over my eyes. Under my eyes to be exact, a little bit too close to my eyes. The doctor told me that any closer, I would be blind. The visor on my helmet was smashed, that's why I got the wound. 

My theory on our accident was my cousin dragged on the road with the motorcycle. That's why she had way too many wounds, especially she wasn't wearing her helmet right. And she also wore that clothes of her. While me, I flew on the road which explain why I was 20 metres away from my cousin. And I just guess the distance between us. Roughly around that. That's why I have less wound and also, my clothes were pretty much protect me from that. 

My mom was very mad when we arrived home at 1am. And I sleep in my ripped and torn clothes.😂 At least that was funny. 

I handle my wounds like I didn't have any pain. I had to handle my mess on my own. It was a red raw scar everywhere on my body, and I washed it with an antiseptic, Dettol like nothing. Everyone knows that Dettol is like the kings of antiseptic here, at least in my place. My brothers flinching when I just soak my wounds in the antiseptic and even wash my wounds under the flowing water. My brother literally asked me, "Are made of steel or what?! How come you look so relaxed washing your bigass wounds like that, with a Dettol at that?!" 

They freak out, really.😂 I was the type to acknowledge my mistake. I was partially my mistake too, tho I wasn't the one riding the motorcycle. And I was the one that got scolded a lot when I wasn't the one riding it.😂 Funny, right? 

The scar faded a lot. It used to be very dark. I used a medicine from the pharmacy to reduce the scar. I used to be insecure with that scar, until I read a fanfic of Loviet, called Home. There's lines in there that I loved a lot. 

The body is a canvas and every stretch mark, every bruise, every scar was nothing more than paint, proving to the world that you lived.

The more paint on the canvas, the more life you had experienced. 

I am so fascinated that time. And that was when I started loving all the scar on my body. 🤭 

And don't worry about my cousin. She's alive and very well married with a second baby on the way.🤭

While me? 

Let's find me my own Johnny Suh.😎