Song change! I'm not sure if I've played this song before. It's a nice cheerful song for a terrible period of my life so I hope you bounce along to it.

I went to have my wisdom teeth extracted yesterday day. The surgeon was very good. Some professor who is super experienced and needed only 5 minutes to remove each tooth. There was an Indian dentist observing and he was very impressed too. When I returned home, I didn't realise the anaesthesia would wear off so fast and didn't take the painkillers immediately. OOOHHHhhhh... then it was like hell man. felt like chopping off my head to lessen the pain. But after I took the painkillers and curled up in bed for half an hour, the pain vanished. I think the painkillers must contain morphine or something. I'm going to become a morphine addict like Mary Tyrone (JC lit text character)

But the interesting part of dental surgery is the operation itself, not the post-op suffering. So this was what happened:

First, the surgeon put a topical anaesthetic on my gums. Then, he injected each side with 2 syringes of anaesthetic. Each syringe took two jabs to be emptied so it was a total of 4 jabs on each side. But due to a miscommunication between the coffee shop auntie-like nurse and the surgeon, he thought I wanted to remove my upper jaw wisdom teeth too. So on my left side, I received a additional 4 jabs on the upper gums before the mistake was realised. The surgeon was quite happy because I didn't wince at all when he jabbed me. High pain tolerance, you see. He was telling me how most of the big tough guys he operated on before winced before the needle even touched them.
After the anaesthesia took effect, my gums and throat and lips went numb and I could feel sharp pain. I could only feel pressure but it wasn't painful at all. The auntie nurse covered my eyes with a cloth to protect from the sharp operating instruments. I asked that the surgeon to give me a running commentary on what he was going to do because I wanted to know when he was going to cut or pull etc. First, a trapezoidal flap of skin/gum was cut and pulled back to expose the buried tooth. Then, some digging around was done to get a good grip. Then, the tooth was sawn in half for easy removal. Then, a plier like thing was used to crack the tooth all the way through as the saw could not reach down to the places still covered by the gums. More digging around followed. The 2 halved were pulled out one after another. Finally, the wound was stitched up with needle and thread. Everything was repeated on the other side to remove the other lower jaw wisdom tooth. Thankfully, the mistake of injecting the upper gum was not repeated. This all sounds gory and horrible and it was. Blood was gurgling out of my mouth. But due to the anaesthetic, I didn't feel a thing. You could have cut my lips and I wouldn't have felt a thing. The pain only came afterwards when the drugs wore off.

So now I'm constantly on painkillers. Thank you God for painkillers. The one I'm taking is called Ibuprofen or something. Anybody can confirm if it actually contains morphine? I would like to know. The surgeon said that it is sometimes also prescribed for menstrual pain.

Hope I didn't put you off your food.

Talking about food, I'm on a liquid diet again (last time it was when I got my braces). I eat soup, soft-boiled eggs, yogurt, mash potatoes and ice-cream. Not a bad way to life actually.

And if anybody has any plans to ask me out to ogle at the stitches, forget it. My cheeks are swollen and I look like a bloody chipmunk. I'm not stepping out of the house anytime soon. Not in this state.

On Friday, I went out with Xinying. After eating at J8, we decided to walk to Bishan Park. On the way there, an army truck drove by us. Now, picture Xinying: slim, long hair and wearing a spaghetti strap top. Of course the army boys did their lecherous smile and wave routine. So I gave them the finger and shouted FUCK YOU! Xinying was amused. I dared her an ice-cream if she shouted FUCK YOU! to the next army truck boys that passed by but sadly we didn't meet any more Chi Ko Peks. She was searching all over for army boys because she wanted a free ice-cream.
FUCK YOU! aside, we had a nice day in the park. We tried to be olympic gymnasts on the excercise equipment but ended up looking like little monkeys instead.

My sister went back to Aussieland today. I have a big bed again!

Song change! Enjoy! Though it's probably not your cup of tea.

I haven't been updating this blog regularly. I'm not so busy these days so maybe I will.
My recent trip to bangkok was all ab out eating, shopping and sweating to death. Sitting by the window in a taxi gave be sun burn on one side of my face. Ouch. It was so very hot. I can't abide heat. Almost died in a melted puddle of Audrey on the streets of Bangkok. And the shopping. I've never like shopping much. But there was simply nothing else to do. My tireless sister dragged us through street after street and I had no choice but to follow. I bought lots of weird pants. Maybe I'll wear them as pajamas (what a hard word to spell) when I go overseas. The saving grace of the trip was food. Thais know how to treat food right. And luckily for me, not everything was spicy.

The past few days have been all about catching up with pals, buddies and other alien lifeforms. The Aussielanders like Jun, Boon and Adela will be going back to Kangaroo Kountry soon and the world will be quiet and peaceful once again. I think I will miss them. Quiet and Peaceful?!?! I can't stand quiet and peaceful. I'm planing to go on a backpacking holiday to Aussieland. What I need is a travelling companion. Is there anybody out there not starting school in August? Preferably somebody young and human. Blondie-lovers need not apply. I won't share.

Just wanted to play with the picture function. This is how my room looks like, all over. I've covered almost every square inch of the wall. Planning to complete the wall mosiac and move on to the ceiling.

The Admiral's Odyssey (the show I was working on) is finally over and I have time to eat and sleep. Six weeks of exhaustion and hell. I've learnt a lot. I've met extremely nice people and I've also met nasty ones. I've learnt not to assume and not to trust strangers I've learnt to humour people. Is this what adult life is all about? Knowing what to say and what not to say. Who to say things to and who you shouldn't tell things to?

At one point, I was tearing because of the enormous stress, physical and emotional fatigue. I hadn't realised I could still cry after all these years.

I've also made some new friends who are based all over the world.

The show was fantastic. And it made it worthwhile for me. It's hard to explain to those who don't already understand. When you've put six weeks of your life into a show, you want it to be the best show ever and all the terrible times you suffered will be worth if the audience loved it.

My life has a few days to sette down before I leave for Bangkok with my family for a shopping trip. It's going to be hell, I know. Shopping's such a nightmare. Leaving on the 14th, returning on the 18th.