what would you choose?
Come to think of it! You can always hide a bruised ego. Unless you tell somebody that you've been hurt, by harsh words or something more physical, nobody will ask.
Now that I have been on the receiving end of a cut lip, I can imagine the questions that will beset me when I go public. Thankfully, today is a holiday and there is enough time for the cut to at least dry.
I woke up really late today. Besides having a really late night watching a Thai movie (First Love), I had massage earlier in the evening to soothe my travel-lagged body. My body was sluggish even after eaing a heavy breakfast, still I insisted to take Cuchi out for her morning walk.
Apparently I wasn't up for the simple task. Barely through the gate and my dog spied a male canine just across the street. My unpreparedness was validated when off I dove on the hard concrete when the dog bolted towards the closed gate of the neighbors'. Caught off guard, the leash slipped off my grip and Cuchi stood in front of the other dog, wagging its tail as if nothing happened. As for me, I felt my lips kiss the ground and tasted blood in my mouth. I immediately glanced to my left, then to my right. The coast was clear. Despite my disorientation, I quickly picked myself up, righted my clothes, checked for cuts (other than those on the pads of both hands) and dragged the poor dog home.
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