Toothache! *updated*

Oh oh... I'm having a toothache! BOOHOOHOO!!


My wisdom teeth hurt badly.


I want to get my wisdom teeth removed.


I cringe at the thought of not being able to eat after removing my wisdom teeth.


EWWWWwww!


Dar wants to take me to a dentist but I'm so afraid of the dentist.


This brings me back to the memories of primary school, where the school's attached dental nurse will call students one by one down to get their teeth checked. One thing I never got figured out was why is the nice lady called a dental nurse when obviously, she was doing everything a dentist does? Hmmm.

I was always afraid of being called upon by her, and wondered if she remembered me by face or by name. I wondered if she ever recognised students by name AND face. Anyway she uses a red, A4 sized clipboard to clip a yellow and rough A4 piece of paper with a table printed on it. She would call on the first "patient" personally, in the classroom, and she will then get that student to call on the other students on her behalf, with the red clipboard and yellowed A4 piece of paper.

Oh how I would tremble whenever I see a student come a-knocking on our classroom door halfway through the lesson armed with the red clipboard and pass it to the teacher. Most of the time the student comes with a bloody piece of gauze in their mouth.

BLOODY PIECE OF GAUZE!!!

That got me even more afraid cos I thought that she was gonna rip off my teeth like she did to the previous boy or girl. And more often than not, whenever someone comes from the dentist, it would be my name that was called. That's why I often wondered if the dentist already committed my name and class to her memory.

She would make me sit in the brown chair, raise the chair to a comfortable height and switch on the big, bright lamp so that she can peer into my oral cavity. She used to probe at my gums with a mirror and something sharp, presumably to remove plaque, and she would then fill up my molars with something that tasted grainy yet pleasant at the same time. She would then get me to gargle until the grainy stuff that wasn't properly used in my molars was all washed off.

Sometimes I would see blood. Sometimes she would extract a tooth. Sometimes she would just look and say "Your teeth are very clean!" and she would, almost always, show me how to brush my teeth in a proper way using fake gums with a complete set of teeth that looked really comical and a red toothbrush from Colgate. I would always feel damned relieved when she finally let me go. Visits to her clinic always seemed like 2 centuries had passed.



Cute, or not?

This is what she used to show me how to brush my teeth properly. To digress for 30 seconds, I have always wondered why, when I close my mouth, my teeth do not come together this way, instead, the lower teeth are always behind the upper teeth when my mouth is fully closed. Is something wrong with my teeth? Do I have ba gay? I don't think so, my dentist never told me I need to see an orthodontist.

The way my teeth come together when my mouth is closed is also the reason why I hate mouth ulcers, especially if they occur near my lips. Like the one I'm having now. I will tend to drool. Involuntarily. Yikes!

Oops! I think I took more than 30 seconds. Anyway, back to the topic.

When I went to secondary school, I no longer enjoyed the privilege of a school dentist. We went to the dentist at the primary school next door once every 2 years to get our teeth checked, and she's not half as pleasant as the one I used to have back in primary school.


Anyway, I think its time for another visit to the dentist soon because my wisdom teeth hurt and my gums around my wisdom teeth feel inflamed. Dar thinks it may be because I'm too heaty and wants me to stay away from cold drinks and food.


Ah. Yes. Speaking of Dar, there are some places I wanna go with him.

• Macritchie Tree-top Walk


• Sentosa


• Genting Highlands


• Japan


• Manhattan


• Paris


• Alaska


• North Pole. To visit Santa


• Jay Chou concert

Speaking of Jay Chou, Uncle Anthony and I were chatting on MSN yesterday afternoon, talking about our greatest sexual fantasy. Teeheehee.


I told him my fantasy is to shag Jay Chou.



Agree with me, he's damn cool.



Like... OOohhhh!



I find Jay Chou very sexy when he plays the cello.

It's not always you find a guy who can write music, sing, play the piano, guitar, jazz drums and cello well, okay. Musical talent in a guy always attracts me.


He said I was crazy.


So I said I wanna shag Wilber Pan.



Cos he's damn cute.



And damn shuai. Meaning handsome, for people who dunno hanyupinyin.

Wilber has a super magnetic voice I really love listening to. Plus he can rap and dance. He oozes that cutesy charm, 'ya know?


Uncle Anthony had to remind me that my fantasy is supposed to be about the environment/atmosphere, and not the partner.

I thought about it, and decided that my fantasy can be achieved very easily, actually.

I just want to shag in a house by the beach, with pristine, white sand; clear, blue water; coconut trees and the weather must not be too hot. Say, something like this



See! The white, sandy beach and the clear, blue sea! Please, ignore the ang moh lady in the bikini tanning by the beach. I think I can beautify the beach better than she can. Wahahahhaa! I'm shameless.



The lush, green surroundings.... Gives me a feeling of serenity even just by looking at the picture.



And this is exactly where I'd like to shag my dar. Wahahaha. In the privacy of our own beach house and yet still beside the beach. If it were to be night time, we would be under the stars. OOOOohhhh! So lomantic!


And Uncle Anthony had to spoil it by saying that I can just go to a beach resort.


DAMN!


I wonder when I can realise this fantasy of mine.


I used Google Image Search to look for a big enough smiley to insert at the end of the last sentence above that aptly matches the hmmm-I-wonder expression on my face right now when I saw this picture that made me laugh.



I do not know this person, but I think he imitated the smilies quite well. *laughs* From where I got the image from, it looks like a blog to me. I can't tell what language it is written in, though. Someone give me a clue?

SexyBloggers

Mr Brown and Mr Miyagi together with a myriad, okay, maybe not myriad yet, of blogders became sexy blogger wannabes.

I wanna join in the fun too! Wahahaha!

I shall take a picture of myself being a sexyblogger wannabe this evening when no one is looking and then post it here tomorrow. Watch this space!

As promised, here's the SexyBlogger shot! Wahahahaa!!


 

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I might be visiting the dentist later. I hope I don't freak out and embarass myself. Tralalalalaa