Stitches: Part 1, The Beginning

You are recommended to scroll down and read the earlier post titled:
"Stitches: Part 0, The Story of How I got my New Stitches", if you've yet to...



Okay, here comes the truth...
(I promise you its not some weird story i came up with, its nothing but the truth now)

Unlike the previous post on the story of "how i got my stitches", this true story is not supposed to be funny, so don't laugh even though it sounds dumb.

Here goes..


There is a beginning for everything under the sun.
But no beginning is entirely something new.
Every beginning begins because something happened before it had began, causing it to begin.
The beginning of the story of my scar, goes back to many things that led it to begin.
And now, i shall begin from when it had not began.


This story goes back to a Rickson at the age of 3.
He was short, cute and chubby. (yes i know, its unbelievable other than the 'short' part)
There are often many different responses parents could react on upon seeing their child trip and fall.

The more traditional (Auntie) Asian would pick their child up and go: "Aiyo ah boy, pain anot? Sayang sayang, don't cry k..."

The strong American Dad will go: "Come on son, pick yourself up, you're a man."

The (ideal) caring and encouraging Dad would stretch his hand to pick his child up and go:
"Son, its allright. The reason why we fall is so that we can pick ourselves up."
(Like Bruce Wayne's dad)


For Rickson, it was a unique response that not many would expect nor experience.
It could well likely be on of the molding blocks of his character when he was all grown up.


The 3 year old little Rickson was walking out of his room one day. He tripped on his little legs and fell towards his room door, knocking his head on the door.
Upon the realization of the pain, tears begin to build up in his eyes.
But just before he could cry...

"Haha.. Orbigood!!"

(Orbigood [Or-bee-good], means 'you deserved it' in Singlish)

He turned around to see his elder brother laughing at the incident.
Before he knew it, his mum realized what happened and came towards little Ricky.
Her fingers slowly parted his hair to the bump on his head.

She looked into little Rickson's eyes and said in Chinglish (Chinese + Singlish) while laughing:

"See lar, never open your eyes properly. Orbigood lar. Your Orbakut so big, now look like you got elephant's head."

(Orbakut [Or-bark-cut] means 'a bumped on one's head due to an injury' in Singlish)


Rickson's elder brother laughed harder upon seeing his mum's response.
With the stinging pain still lingering in his head, he softly massages it with his little palm and stares with disbelief at his brother and mum.
He couldn't help himself, but to...

Chuckle.
He hastily runs in front of the mirror to take a look at the bump on his head, and laughs at how funny it looks.

That explains why at such a young age (referring to the current 21.5yr old Rickson) he has wrinkles on his face when he laughs .


Because he laughed too much when he was young.

(It is a good thing to laugh a lot though)



To be Continued.... (More bumps coming up)