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Klutz is my middle name. I trip on my own feet. I drop, spill, break things without my meaning to. It just happens always and I’m inclined to beleive gravity has something against me. Really I am a big klutz and this is my painful proof.
My left fist. Taken a month ago after I noticed I unconsciously hurt myself. I didn’t even know where and what I was doing when I got that angry scratch (????). I only noticed I hurt myself when I already felt a stinging sensation while washing my hands.
I’m not really much of a shoes person. I prefer rubber slippers over shoes or sandals. In fact, I am so used to wearing flipflops that I made a complete fool of myself a couple of days ago - when I, wearing my favorite flipflops, went to a government office with the intent of renewing my engineering license. I was refused entry by the guard. Ouch!
Later, I punished myself sashayed into the building wearing a pair of 3-inch wedges. But while I was standing behind the long lines, I so longed for my Prima which is my second best footwear after the slippers.
Couldn’t find a fun sign so I’m putting this up instead. Not funny. Maybe unique. You’ll see this at the observation deck of the Chocolate Hills (Bohol, Philippines).
Just like the Earth. We can either make it or break it.
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