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Tuesday, December 20, 2005
10:41 pm

Imagine getting a jab of anesthesia. Then thin layers of your lower left and upper left gums are sliced off. Using spasmodic jerks and yanks (head held firm in place) to remove the upper chump, and a rotating disc razor to saw the lower dude into two, saliva and blood mix to replace the cavities. Then a thin wire was used to apply tight pressure to seal up the bloody mess.

Fine. All the blood's fluid and tasty in your mouth, quite palatable. Then PHWOOMPH.
The tightness sets in.
The sensations kick in.
The abrupt burst of a scorching sting.
On and off, like pulsating rings,
The gauze I bit harder: fainting stints.

Then imagine trying to manage a strong front. Beneath, the SALT to mah wounds - like fresh chilipadi gRoUnD ONTOOO the barenaked gum's flesh (it was stiched up already of course, the anesthesia was wearing off).. take that multiplied by an hour-long bus ride BACK TO CAMP mannn. Frail limbs and soggy gauzes. Curious stares and gapingbludfilledgroaning mouth. OOWWWWWWW (ooh, arghh, grrrr). The day would have ended with me sooo much earlier and happier at home if not for that mad rush out of camp in the morn to get this teeth issue settled. Left my essentials in camp in my haste. What a way to waste time.. darn agonizing booze..bus.

Oh booze. To add to the ouch was yesterday's torturous Tiramisu Latte which turned out gud!?! - as an impressive musthave for all overnight studysessions, that is..anyway it was so caffeine-potent that I lay wide awake on my bed in the bunk all the way till 4-plus am, practising on my vocal range, praying for a better world and sms-ing a tough nut (lolZ). My stomach upset; bloated and churning - was full of combatants vying for top place in a foodfighttt!! ~Tiramisu Latte~ Ahhh.. strictly for that stronger woman than myself..to enjoy. Then guess what? Yes, you got it! Lack of sleep for the entire todayyy.

To console moiself, it was quite comforting to know that the weekend before had been all about sumptuous indulgences in the luxuries of the BRRRRRRRR..ight and sunny days of our lives. Wha? Ya. Food. And stuff. Aiyah all those la check those last entriesss I wanta sleep ya, ya..and wake up with a pool of blood on my pillow like all those predecessors of mine who plucked what I plucked cos we're all plucky schmucky.

ANDDDD I'll have to be contented with this lonngggg break I earned for myself once again. But as the pain wanes, I'll be getting used to sticking within the confines of WWW and SMS. Bedridden..whoops bedridden poorthings hafta act like bedridden poorthings, no? Can't exercise, can't yawn to the width I'm used to, can't get over-excitedd. Otherwise they will snap. And my silence and tranquility is sooo getting to my nerves. I am getting mad with cheaterbugs of money. I am getting mad that I can't get hyperrr. I am getting mad that I might not be able to sing this Friday. I am getting mad that I can't express my exasperation without people misunderstanding and getting victimized. I am getting mad that someone is so adamant in proving his point to the extent that I'm refuting whilst caught in a web of emotion. I am maddd madd mad that I can't keep myself consistently riding atop of my waves..and that I am being that ugly and sore. I am getting soooo mad I might be cooped up at home all day long till I start to gnash and snap those wires loose. Shackled. For now. ARRGHHHHHH!!! (ouch, oops)

6-day MC shiok my armpit!! Get me outtt. And get me wellll...haiyerrrr!!!!
Ok. I reckon that once stuff like caffeine and anesthesia have worn off, the next to go is the patience. It's a package thing. Thankew Blogger. Phew.

Blitz I'm soo sorrrriieee.

Now where are them painkillers. And this continuous bloodflow might cause me to start running a temp. Vampirical.

doodled
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