remember merthiolate?

my friends say i should quit complaining about my wound. sandra did, after all, burn her face when she was three. but i'm of the opinion that kids are better suited to deal with these physical wounds. i remember getting cut and scraped, and being swabbed with merthiolate (before it was pulled out of the market) with nary a complaint.
but as we grow older, we lose our tolerance for that kind of physical pain. in return, we are given the fortitude to weather the emotional hurts that leave no bodily scars.

mas kakayanin kong dumugo puso ko, wag lang balat ko.

i must say, that's a pretty romantic--though bullshit--excuse for regressing into a brat.