legends of the Bai Kar

We were suppose to go to batam. it was a trip not to be for the 7 of us... after intervention from the authorities and the infamous clumsiness of yours truly.

i slipped and sprained my ankle and bumped my ass... i went to my student's house to teach despite feeling sorry for the ass and hauling myself out of the bathroom. 3rd student's house later, the feet and swollen to size of a pork knuckle, as the husband kindly put it. so i called my superhero, and headed to see the tui nar sinseh.

OF COURSE it bloody hurts, otherwise i wouldn't have even come to see you.... and of course i cried lar, i'm a tofu. tofus wobble...

In my poor thing state, i missed the great sake outing. but the gingi hubs and i made it up with a jap dinner of sat. but i still wan the yakitori... arghhh...

so now, the bandage is off. my ankle is a yellowish and green... tonight must let my dad put some dunno "it will suck the orh-cheh out" paste.