Saturday, November 14, 2009
Today, I went for my dental appointment at Alexandra Hosp. It was drizzling heavily, but since I dun relished having an umbrella in my overfilled bag (despite having my mum's advance notice), I (lan lan) have to walk on the shelterless pathway between the hospital and bus stop without one.
Reached the dental clinic right on time after walking around the hospital, which strangely doesnt tell me the direction of the dental clinic. The x-ray results for the teeth: 4x wisdom teeth, with one already out. To my horror, 3 of the remaining teeth were actually pointing inwards, also known as
Mesioangular impaction to those interested. Unlike my friend, who have to ask for his teeth to be extracted, the dentist straight away asked whether I want to have general anesthesia or local anesthesia to extract my 4 teeth. Obviously I chose general; I literally just have to sleep through the operation =D I also wouldn't have to care about the cost, as its fully paid for saf. =DD The operation date wasnt fantastic though; its just two days before new year's eve. I guess it is time to end these four teeth's regime in my mouth once and for all before the new year starts.
12:02 AM
Wednesday, November 04, 2009
Had my long delayed dental appointment today. It wasn't that easy to get out though, as today is the evaluation day for my close combat training. I have to endure about two hours of waiting time as Im one of those last groups to be tested. Unlike the mock grading (which I flunk), I managed to 'smoke' my way through all the stupid techniques with a lot of exaggerated actions, reactions and shouting (screaming actually. especially towards the end). The sparring was especially exhausting; imagine screaming and shouting with each and every move you make, be it defending or attacking. By the end of 2 minutes, we cant even bow to each other properly.
Oh ya, I still haven't talk about my dental. Because the test end so late, I have to rush to bath, get off-pass, walk out of camp and take a cab to Woodlands polyclinic within half an hour. Miraculously reached 1 minute before appointment time. I sat on the all too familiar 's' shaped chair and face upwards towards the bright lights. A dental consulation during secondary school was the last time I remember seeing those lights and surroundings. This surroundings don't give me good memories, though. I never had an appointment when the dentist just examine and let me go when I was in school. And its still the same for this time.
I was surprised and mortified during the examination when the dentist told me I had not one, not two, but three decayed teeth. And the teeth which I thought were my wisdom teeth and which I happily neglect and let it decay? Turns out to be my second molar -.- So, for everyone who, like me, dunno what are wisdom tooth, they are tooth that grow behind the second molar, or it can be also called the third molar. Sighs. Obviously the dentist cannot sit by and do nothing to the decayed teeth. So with no mental prepartion or whatsoever, she cleaned up whatever there is supposed to be cleaned up. I think I may sound like a big fuss here; afterall what's the big deal with cleaning my teeth? Well I have to confess that I have a childhood phobia of seeing dentist ever since young, especially since none of the dental visits I had were pleasant, as mentioned above. The feeling of putting multiple metal things into my mouth was so revolting that I have to force myself to relax and not choke on my own saliva. Luckily I did not embarassed myself in front of the female dentist today, but to say the truth, I was really glad when the consultation ended.
8:25 PM
Sunday, November 01, 2009
My weekend....
Zouk wasnt the most empty places to visit at any time, even more during Halloween where it is changed to a place called 'Villianville', and flocks of costume wearers came and squeezed into the extremely full arena, each with its own type costume for a purpose; some to attract attention, some to scare, and even more people tried to gain free entry to Zouk with their costumes. Unfortunately me and my band of army peeps werent dressed up; we simply didn't think it would be neccessary. However we realised we were wrong when we reached the place: At least 7 out of 10 people there came dressed up, from the simplest, tattoo drawing on the face, to the most complex, a monk dressed up with all the props on hand, plus one bra sticked to his 'headgear'. Lol. It was definitely fun in some sense to so called 'vibrate' with the music on the dancefloor, but I wun visit it again unless I have a bigger bunch of peeps of mixed genders. I must say its quite a visual spectacle to see all the costumes dressed up by females, and interesting (and digusting) to see the behaviour and strategies displayed by some males to so called 'rub flesh' with people of the opposite sex.
500 Days of Summer! Nice movie, realistic, witty and funny. Sometimes certain relationships just wouldn't work out, with no fault lying on both parties. Another message from the movie: There is no such thing as coincidences when it comes to relationships; its fate. Treasure it, or you will regret dearly for sure.
9:55 PM