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Wednesday, June 23, 2004
1:10 PM

encounter with the dentist.i finally visited the dentist today, with much reluctance (not to mention procrastination for about 8months+?) and the thing was, things already started to screw up even before i reached the clinic. guess what. i boarded the wrong train, and i ended up in bugis instead of tiong bahru. geez. so i had to like take the train back to city hall. at city hall there were like 2 strangers who kinda cornered me, and they asked me how to get to orchard. there they were, asking someone who has no sense of direction, for directions. in my blur and confused state, i just blurted out "ya. there. that one" and directed them to the train that goes to marina bay. oops? its ok i guess? the train would have eventually made it back to orchard. so i was late, by half an hour. ama la. so embarassing. i had to apologize to the receptionist. finally, when i was called, i was kinda nervous and apprehensive, but the dentist as usual was still the same ol` friendly guy, and he started chatting with me. as usual, he thought i was from rj and i said "no, i'm from nj." yea, i've been correcting him since forever. then he went about drilling my teeth (is drilling the right word?) and he was like prodding and poking everywhere. the pain wasn't excruciating but it was like kinda sharp. i think my salivary glands were abit hyperactive coz i think i drooled abit. gross. the torture was over in about 7mins or so. and GUESS WHAT? the doc said i only need to get my teeth checked once a year, not once every 6 months like always. WOOHOO muahahahha what a good riddance sia. i'll only have to see him once a year. thats perfectly great!

on my way home i stumbled onto cw and gang; they were goin to 6th avenue for lunch. i felt kinda guilty turning them down but i really didnt wanna be out any longer, so i just came back home.

back to reality. 5 more days to CTs and i just started on bio. maths is screwed, left it hanging halfway. chem has completely diffused out of my brain. i can only feel econs being retained in my head. i'm NOT screwed. ama la.