Most Unfortunate...

Nur and I went over to visit our old friend Faris last Tuesday because the dude had the utmost misfortune of getting himself into a motorbike accident. Nobody hit him, he fell himself on the slippery expressway going towards Clementi where he was headed for school. He was on Lane 1. He didn't die, of course. He just suffered damaged knees and now needs a walking aid lest he and his super tall frame fall flat on the ground.



He is almost two metres tall, you see. Prolly almost Michael Phelps-like tall.

Just watching him hobble precariously around his house was like as if we were the ones feeling his pain. And he kept rubbing at his thighs because the veins and nerve-endings from his knees were killing him despite taking his meds. Yowza.

So anywazoo, here's a pic of each of his knees. Please do not keel over or regurgitate whatever you had for breakfast, lunch or dinner. Or all three. Although, this isn't really for the faint-hearted, pregnant or homosapiens with chronic illnesses.


Right knee.


Left knee.

Hmmm...I guess it doesn't look too bad, though. Okay, I'm just messing witcha. I nearly wretched out my lunch the first time he sent these to me.

Laterz...
Lenny