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Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Why do girls wanna be princesses?

Hello! hello! Have i been missed? i have to apologise. it's been a while. a very long while as a matter of fact. my fingers can't seem to type properly anymore.

Honestly. i wonder how many people are disappointed when they click on my blog's URL which is so OBVIOUSLY on their Favourites, and they realise that i'm not updating. Oh please do tell me if you're one of them.

OR. perhaps my loyal fans have been disappointed one too many times and have decided never, never, ever to set foot, or in this case, index finger, on my blog! my glorious glorious blog!

So well, here's good news! I'M BACK! OFFICIALY.

i dun really know why i was gone.

It's like you think: ok. i wun blog today. mayb tmr.

And the next day you are like: uh. another day wun hurt. Haven't met any more psychos on public transport yet. so might as well wait till i do and blog about it then.

And thus, as follows in this pattern, i end up abandoning my beloved blog.

WHAT WAS I THINKING?!?!?!?!

You must be wondering. So, if i haven't been blogging, and i have no school to attend, what the hell have i been up to?!?!

Well. All i have to say is. Life has not been smooth sailing for me ever since i got kicked out of SAJC. I've been close to sprouting widom teeth, losing something which i thought i wouldn't lose, and engraving the television schedule onto my defunct brain, AND not to forget, horrible nightmares.

Let's talk about the first incident.

One day, i had an ulcer on my lower right lip. Ulcers are like on the top ten list of things which irritate the hell out of me due to the inconveniences they cause. You have the tendency to bite them and then they bleed like there's no tmr and you carn eat anything with salt on it cause it'll burn the ulcer like salt on a snail (please dun try salt on a snail. it's utterly disgusting and cruel).

So anyway, life still has to go on even when you are suffering in the wrath of the Royal Ulcerness, so i decided to eat apples. Remember the ulcer was on the lower right lip? Therefore it only made sense to me to eat the apples with the left side of my mouth. You see when you chew hard stuff, you have the tendency to use the back of your mouth, the very last few teeth (are they molars?), and so i did just that.

But after that, when i went to sleep, i felt this strange sensation at the back of my mouth, at the part with the gum after your last tooth on the lower jaw, the part where the wisdom tooth supposedly sprouts out from. i thought it was just because i have been overusing that part due to my ulcer and i just forgot about it and fell asleep.

BOY WAS I WRONG.

The next morning, it swell to the size of a fucking marble! Can you imagine a marble at the back of your mouth??? I couldn't bite, i couldn't sallow. i couldn't even talk. There was constant spit dribbling out of my mouth as i couldn't swallow my very own spit!

Imagine that.

The very worst thing was no doctor or dentist could do anything about it! The dentist said that i had to wait till the wisdom tooth sprouted. Until then, he could do nothing about it.

I thought i was going to die from pain.

I refused to eat because it was too painful. But after much cajoling from my parents i decided to have some tau huay. Little did i know that the tau huay was going to save me from all the pain i was going through. Turns out the little marble at the back of my mouth was filled with pus, from God knows where, and when i started to eat, something, possibly the tau huay, managed to burst the little marble, and all the yellowy, disgusting, saltish pus came flowing out. But all these happened, not before i had to suffer 2 whole damn days of living without food and looking like a retard with drool all over myself.

So.... what have i learned from this horrible little episode?

You know the action of swallowing your own spit? Treasure it. A simple act like this doesn't even require thinking. It's a simple body reflex which i'm certain most people don't even take note of, but when one day, you lose the ability to do such a simple thing, you start to treasure it. Like how you should always treasure little things and people who have been there all this while, without you noticing. Cause when these things are lost, they are irreplacable.

And that, is the story of The Not So Nearly There Wisdom Tooth.

Now, let's move on. I will not elaborate on THE THING WHICH I THOUGHT I WOULDNT LOSE BUT CAME CLOSE TO LOSING, cause it's just too personal. But here's a side note.

Don't ever base your existance, or even your value, on anyone else besides yourself.

It's just something that i've learned and i hope no one will ever follow in my footsteps, because nothing's forever and nobody will be there for you forever, so love yourself for yourself, not because of the people who love you. Cause the people who love you can stop loving you anytime, but the love for yourself is unlimited.

Hope you understand.

Now, on a lighter note, due to my very abnormal sleeping hours (1.00am-1.00pm), i have been experiencing nightmares. These nightmares are not HOO-HAA! Scary, but Warped Scary. Perhaps i should explain.

I think, it was last week. I had a dream about Bo Bice, the american idol rocker guy. I dreamt that i was out with him at the beach, to look at the moon or something like that, but it was plainly platonic. I saw this weird guy hiding in the bushes. He looked like an illegal immigrant and i was scared. I wanted to leave but Bo was being retarded and all and decided to befriend the weird guy in the bushes. And then the weird guy gave Bo bubblegum. But it was not any other bubblegum! It was human-eating bubble gum!

I mean. After consuming said bubble gum, you will suddenly become man-eating and will hunt down specific people to munch on. i told Bo not to eat it but he wouldn't listen and he ate it and i decided it was time to bail. I ran away but Bo got on a lorry with MAN IN BUSHES and started to chase after me! i remember running all the way from East Coast Park to Katong Shopping Centre and then I caught a Comfort Taxi and got the Uncle to drive me home.

When i reached home i ran to my neighbours house (i don't know why i didn't run home), and immediately borrowed their telephone to dial home to get my parents to run away so that Bo the Man-Eating Rocker wouldn't eat them. After much confusion i finally realised my mother was at my neighbour's house too and she was there to bake cookies (?!?!?) BUT my dad was still at home!!!! (oh no!)

I was so worried! I saw Bo and MAN IN BUSHES' lorry coming and they were going to drive into my carpark and suddenly, as if on instinct i ran to my neighbours door and put one palm on the white washed surface, and then i got the rest of the people in the house to do the same thing, and to my utter amazement, the lorry couldn't move! Bo and MIB were revving the engine but it was no use cause there was some strange spell and they couldn't move as long as there were hands on my neighbours' door!

And then i woke up.

Tell me. Is that warped, or is that incredibly warped?

I think i could even start a television programme on my unexplicably weird nightmares. It could be titled: Nightmares of This Century; Warped or Warped? (trying to spoof the midnight show Fact of Fiction which showed quite long ago, reanacting stories about the supernatural and then at the end of the show they will reveal whether the stories are Fact, or Fiction)

Try not to freak out?

(MORE NIGHTMARES TO COME SOON IN FUTURE ENTRIES! AWAIT ONE ABOUT COOKED LITTLE FROGS AND APE-MAN. MAYBE IT WILL CHANGE YOUR MIND ABOUT EATING TIAN2 JI1 ZHOU1 (frog leg porridge. ew.))

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