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Friday, April 23

I cannot get the incessant bugging of the drilling out of my head, it's as if it's on auto-play of some sort. Reminds me of the time when I had my tattoo done, I swear I could hear the vibrations of the needle for a good long time. So I paid a visit to my dear ol' gentle dentist this morning at 830 AM, and I was out of the place at 915 AM. Of course with a swollen cheek, profusely bleeding gum, and how could I forget .. a numb right-side of my face all the way to my ear, with bloodstained saliva dripping down the right corner of my mouth? I had to keep dabbing at it with my tissue paper which invoked the stares of the rest of the commuters in the train. I cannot stand the sight of blood, and there was a lot of blood this morning ... I mean, even now! But don't ask me how I make it through the cursed 7 cramping days every month. It's been six hours and it's still bleeding (sigh). I cannot open my mouth, I cannot speak, I cannot eat, I cannot sing, I cannot laugh.

Why do I always get such unpleasant reasons to visit the dentist? On June 24th 2003, I chipped my tooth, my front bottom tooth, in Malaysia. And by the time I rushed back to our lil sunny island, all the dental clinics were closed. I really wonder what the hell was in that fried rice, I barely started on the scrumptuous dinner that was laid out in front of me. When I bit into that fateful spoonful of fried rice, all hysteria broke loose. I've always fussed about my teeth, it's the only nice thing about me. What the Goddesses got me for my birthday present in JC2 was a laugh! A whole sock filled with toothpaste, toothbrush, floss, mouthwash, towelette, a rinsing glass and a roll of mint. Ha. Oh well, so much for fussing about my pearly whites (Flashes her 1000watt smile)

Now that 1/4 of my wisdom has been removed, I dread returning visits to remove the remaining 3/4. Wouldn't that make me really unwise then. Alright, I'm cheesy yes I know. But WHY did my wisdom teeth have to pop out and yet some other lucky people do not have to experience it? *Rolls eyes* I concluded I have excess of wisdom, that's why ...

-->Olive - Smile<--

PS: What an apt song title I must say. (Forces a painful smile)