Whose life is it anyway?

I went for tooth extraction today…

Actually it was more like surgery = ="

Due to the sideway growth of my wisdom teeth, my dentist had advised me to take’em out. ouch. ai ai. So this morning I obediently chaperoned myself to Angkasa Raya to give business to Dr. Thomas.

ah. . .

Dr. Thomas was a chubby Indian guy, with a demeanour as calm as a the pokok outside my house. His hands worked quickly, like a cat crossing the north south highway. So basically this was what happened:

1. He applied some cherry flavor anaesthetic jelly to my gums.

2. Started jabbing 2340980 times. causing me to cringe 2340980 times.

3. Started polishing his tools.

4. Started cutting my gums, cut cut cut. @ @

5. took out some sort of saw and sawed my tooth in half.

6. ngEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH ZzzzzZZZ

7. crunch crunch ** started twisting my teeth.. yank yank

8. pop goes half a teeth

9. pop goes the other half

phew, it’s finally over, no wait.. time for the 2nd tooth? nuuuuu

…

so basically I lost 2 teeth in less than 10 minutes.

Oh well, my ancestors better have a very good reason for passing me such genes and causing me to lose these teeth. LoL

Ah.

So went I got home,

the anaesthetic wore off.

And it was

shitty hell.

UUARAraurauraurUARURUAuraughHH!

painful lo.

got myself to read the novel Chang and Eng.

Fell unconcsious on my bed due to boredom reading the novel & excruciating pain & blood lost & comfy bed effect

.. . .

woke up to blog.

LoL.

Oh yea. yesterday we went to Melia’s house to take pics for the class profile. And then later we had steamboat. Which was nice. I was wearing my favourite joy T shirt. Strange. I always feel joyful when I wear that shirt. My classmates tot I was drunk. lol.

Melia’s mom invited us to join MCA. o.O. lol

then we went to watch fantastic 4. whoa leisure mall’s car park took 2039840 seconds of my life.

Not bad la the show. I treated it as a comedy. and since I was wearing the joy shirt, everything was funny. I could’ve sworn that the intergalactic being looked like the fish shit in my aquarium filter. lol .

Then later we went yamcha @ char chan teng.

then we went home

got home at 12.30am.

kinda scary driving @ night. especially when 1 is alone. Kien Yuen’s housing area.. or rather industrial area where he lives.. was like a total ghost town… totally no cars. not a living soul in sight.

hehehe. It was a nice experience altogehter. minus the ouch part.

Pot of jacks.

or

An avalanche of durians.

…

ouch.

What goes around comes around, I think. Then again, when I blog, I don’t think… I only type. Such an overwhelming sense of connectivity, of unison and oneness, for me can only be experienced between my fingers and my keyboard.. wouldn’t it be nice if such a feeling could be duplicated onto a certain human being.

A certain human being. lol

Then I wouldn’t even need to blog. I only need to be close to this person… and the message will still be crystal clear… in conventional silence. Ah. Ha. Ha. Ha.

Growth stumps my heart like an iron rod. Stump stump stump it goes. When will it ever stop, no one knows… Change is exciting, exhilirating… but always so awkward to live with. Then again, everything depends on our point of view. Whether the cheese is on our right or on our left, depends completely on where we are standing.

ha ha ha

So where am I standing?

here la. lol

I noticed that, the more a person likes us, the more we feel inspired by them. But then I also noticed, that when a person likes us, there can be 2 types of likes. 1 being like and appreciate you from the heart, while the other being like and appreciate you just for show.

When people truly like and appreciate us from the heart, we feel truly inspired. It’s strange, when people recognize greatness in us, we too couldn’t help but see the greatness in other people, and feel inspired by them.

But when people give us plasticky appreciation, the effect is somewhat toxic. Not only are we not inspired, we feel.. EXPIRED.

And then.. hohoho, it is exactly that fury of expiration that causes us to HUNT DOWN inspiration, and become great again.

I’m such a philosopher.. but then again, did I ever say I wasn’t? lol

Lol, my words wear masks. I know some bloggers who blog with masked words as well. But its ok. I think. It’s healthy. We don’t expose ourselves too much. For we fear the light of photoreceptors. We’re photophobic. Don’t shine your torches at us, ARGH!

Ahem . Still, I think my close friends are able to see through these masks… or incredibly high leveled 38 ones.

I’m so confused. :S pls ignore me.