Stitches: Part 2, Unlimited Accidents

You are recommended to scroll down and read the earlier posts titled: "Stitches: Part 0, The Story of How I got my New Stitches" and "Stitches: Part 1, The Beginning", before you attempt reading this post... This will make your point of view on this mini biography a more holistic one. Enjoy~


And so the story continues...



At the blink of an eye, Rickson is now 7.
He has just moved to his new house where he shared a bedroom with his younger brother.
They both shared a double-decker bed, occassional rotating every few years on who shall sleep at the top or the bottom.

Rickson was a nice boy (he still is), and he would often give in to his younger brother (when his younger brother was still young and adorable that is).

The double decker bed has such nostalgic value.
His cousins will often drop by and they would play 'blind man' at night, swinging around like monkeys.
You would expect Rickson to hurt his head here, but he didn't.

It was.. one day, when Rickson wanted to go to bed.
His bed, was the lower one of the double-decker.
In a weird way, he had a habit of running towards his bed at a fast pace and jumping towards it.
"Fun", was what he would described it with his then limited vocabulary.

BUT One day, because of parrallex error
(It was unfortunate that he will only be taught of parrallex error when he's 13, in secondary 1 science curriculum, which will be in another 8 years time),
he ran at his top speed,
jump towards his bed,
and...
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......
....
...
..
.

"BUANG!!!"

HEADSHOT...



Looking back as he writes this post now, Rickson realized why they say that "Knowledge is Power!"
IF only his teachers had taught him about parrallex error when he was younger...


Word of Wisdom from Rickson:
"Knowledge is Power!
But Stupidity is of Greater Power!!
So get yourself some Knowledge to save yourself from the Devastating Destructive Power of Stupidity!!"
(All these are spoken from pure experience)


Another blink, and he's now 8.
His maid was always mopping the floor at the worst timing.
This time, Rickson was rushing out of the house for school.
With pieces of homework clutched in his left hand, he looks at his watch on his right wrist and hastens his pace upon realizing the little amount of time he had to reach school, not noticing that the floor was all slippery and wet.

When his left heel made contact with the shiny slippery white marble tiles on the floor, it slide forward due to the reduced friction of the wet surface (something he didn't learn in his science class again).
That leg was swung so violently front that the forward motion of it pulled his upper torso backwards.
And all within the split of a second, his weight that was leaning backwards far outpowered the centre of his gravity, causing him to SLIP and...


"BUANG AGAIN!!"

another headshot...




A year later, the 9 year old Rickson walked into his bathroom one day to take a shower.
The floor was relatively wet but he decided to ignore it.
He removed his clothes, walked towards the shower, SLIPPED, AND SOMERSAULTED INVOLUNTARILY!!!!
(For those who didn't catch it, he fell again)


"Another Barlukoo" (Bar-loo-koo, meaning blue black on the bump of the head), his mom likes to say.

He learned that day that 'Ignorance is not a Bliss'.
That Ignorance, is a Blister..



Rickson sits in his classroom feeling all excited.
He was going to recieve his grades for his Primary 4 examination papers.
The next period had just started and the Health Education teacher walks into the room announcing: "Rickson Tan. 90/100!"

He was quite stunned, but he appeared as if it were normal, and went to recieve his result sheet from his teacher.
Back at home, he was so happy that he began singing, dancing and jumping around.
He started jumping on his sofa seat, then on the top of the sofa (the part where you can rest your head).


Little did he remember that his dad had just changed the sofa set awhile ago, and instead of having a strong and heavy base, this one had wheels on it.
When he jumped on the top of the sofa, his weight pushed the sofa backwards, causing him to fly off.
That motion swung his body backwards in the air, causing him to land on the floor...
ON HIS FACE!!!


To be exact, it was on his two front teeth!!

He cried for 15 minutes lying down on the floor hoping someone would come 'sayang' him.
Unfortunately, no one was at home.
He had to cry until he was too tired to cry, pick himself up, called his mum to tell her what happened and listened to his mum telling him that he was stupid.

Even more unfortunate was that he only did well in his Health Education exams but did badly for his other subject which were much more important.
As a result of that accident, the roots of his two front teeth were slightly damaged.


How can someone knocked his head so many times you would ask.
All these may seem horrific, terribly dumb, extremely amusing, or whatever you would like to call it.


But all these, are nothing compared to the next two major accidents that are waiting for Rickson.


Tune in to the next and final episode: "Stitches: The Finale".

Next Time, Right Here, at I-V-O-E.