Let me get something straight first. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Beauty is also relative. So if you think you are so beautiful, you might look very average to me and a lot of others. But you know, people are beautiful if their personality is beautiful. If you beg to differ, go ahead. It may sound all that cliché but I hope people who believe that beauty is merely external then well, there is more than meets the eye. (Though visual stimuli is terribly exciting at some point, hehe)

Anyway, in my attempt to straighten my crooked smile(honestly, I can't stand it), I had to extract some teeth today.
For all those who have had this experience before, you can stop from here. But if you want to read on to see how my experince went then, please, do continue. :-D

I stepped into the clinic for a 4 pm appointment but I reached at 3.30 because I skipped LAN (heh, I couldn't care less anyway). I thought I could pass the time away but before I could settle down in the waiting room, they called me into the doctor's room. I had to settle down in the chair. The chair which can go up, down, reclined. It's the .....

DENTIST'S CHAIR!!!!!! *gulp*

So there I was, before my stated appointment time, getting my gums numbed. Oh, by the way, the size of the syringe is longer (from one end to the edge of the nozzle/needle) than the farthest my thumb and middle finger can reach. I'm serious!

Just because it's longer doesn't mean it's going to cause more pain. But it still DOES inflict pain.
Anyway, the dentist injects the topical anaesthesia into my gums and after about 5 minutes, you could give me a slap and all I can feel is a light touch. I'm telling you, it felt like.... nothing. Oh, but the jab, it hurts, not to the point of crying but it is very, very tolerable. Though, the dentist remarked, "You have a very high threshold for pain. Most others flinch when I do it."

-Yay, being told that.... even better than getting candy!

Next, she takes this pliers-like thingy that she used to pry your tooth from the gums. When I say pry, I mean pry! She turn left, turn right, turn left, turn right so vigourously it looks like it was as if she was opening a tight lid of a peanut butter jar!
But you sure won't feel a thing. Just much pressure that's all (pressure does not equal pain, not in this instance anyway)

Repeat process.

Two teeth gone. Money also.

A lot of blood spewed out of my mouth and I can't close my mouth cos' it was still numb. Drinking water is a funny event cos' you can't seem to keep your mouth closed for the water to stay in and be swallowed. Not for me at least, HAH.

I got souvenirs!!!!!!:-


But I still feel like I've lost a huge part of me. My premolars had been very good to me while it was part of me. *sniff*

Now, there are cavities (no, not the decay in tooth kind) in my mouth, and I feel a little empty inside (my mouth).

(Excuse the totally unrelated title, I'm just reminded of the guitar right now)
There are two dreaded things which I can count down to right now.

#1-The start of my first semester exams.


#2-The day I put my braces on.


And then there are two things I can happily count down to.

#1-The day my second sister comes home for her summer holidays


#2-The day my eldest sister comes home for her summer holidays.

(Too bad I can't go driving them around just yet)

Update:- I have rubberbands inserted in between my molars and premolar (2nd molar, rubberband, 1st premolar, rubberband, 2nd premolar) in my mouth and they're hurting my mouth and hence, eating. If this is just the start of the whole orthodontic treatment, I bet I'm going to lose my sanity in bits, and not to mention some weight. Golly, a blessing in disguise (a very painful disguise I must say)!

Will be extracting teeth somewhere this week and I'm all ready for the pain and grumpiness. Soft, unscrumptious food, here I (gulp!) come

(Decided to skip the countdown thing, I'm not in the state to count with this aching rubber in my mouth)
So long never write post ady. I feel so... clueless.

But whatever.

The last post, dated 11 May 2007, was concerning an offer I had to go study in Australia and it's practically free money being thrown at my face. And it's not even the rude throw where people patronize you kind. It's a windfall I tell ya!

I'll probably be leaving Taylor's in another three weeks time and I guess I will really miss everyone there.

KBU, here I come. *fat ass moving up and down, left and right; stomp stomp stomp*

But it's going to be so bloody difficult to readjust myself into a new atmosphere, with new people and a new kind of life (I'll be staying in a (oh my!) hostel, NOOOOOOO) and after all, I've been so comfortable with this bunch of people I call my friends since I realised that if I can't beat 'em, I might as well join 'em. (I don't mean to make them sound like bad influence, I just meant that I might as well tolerate them and get down and dirty since I had the biggest likelihood of seeing them for the next 1.5 years right? That is, of course, until this happened)

Well, even when people go asking me "Wah, then this part of your A-Levels, all wasted la?"

To some extent, yes. But I choose to be optimistic and say that "Yeah well, a better offer has come my way, and even if you don't think so, I think so. Besides, it is my life."
I don't hope on sounding as if I couldn't give another thought about what you have to say, but really, if I applied for it and didn't see this coming, I would definitely not see it as something worth going for. I'm not the kind to waste my time doing something if I didn't think what I was doing is worth the time when/if it comes true. (but that doesn't mean what I do is always beneficial la.)

That's all folks. See you next time on an up and coming new post that's sure to dazzle your day! [no promises on my blog, sorry]


Am in love with Switchfoot's "Let Your Love Be Strong" right now. Beautiful. Just beautiful.
...with Switchfoot.

In this world of news, I've found nothing new
I've found nothing pure
Maybe I'm just idealistic to assume that truth
Could be fact and form
That love could be a verb
Maybe I'm just a little misinformed

As the dead moon rises, and the freeways sigh
Let the trains watch over the tides and the mist
Spinning circles in our skies tonight
Let the trucks roll in from Los Angeles
Maybe our stars are unanimously tired

Let your love be strong, and I don't care what goes down
Let your love be strong enough to weather through the thunder cloud
Fury and thunder clap like stealing the fire from your eyes
All of my world hanging on your love

Let the wars begin, let my strength wear thin
Let my fingers crack, let my world fall apart
Train the monkeys on my back to fight
Let it start tonight
When my world explodes, when my stars touch the ground
Falling down like broken satellites

All of my world resting on your love

Switchfoot - "Let Your Love Be Strong"
Hats off to my friend Adeline Heng for her unadulterated, uncensored, pure-genius and genuine blog. Welcome to the world of blogging, and I think you're on to doing something great with your true honesty and no-nonsense blab.