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While sms-ing, a friend reminded me my blog on endurance beauty. Oh yeah! I recalled. Getting so use to living with it now, I almost forgotten. Haha…

Well, went for the fourth fix yesterday. And as usual wires changed. Top one with thicker wiring now - 0.16, huhu… small number, but not nice to smile in photo already ah now that the wire is thicker and very visible from a distance. If I didn’t hear wrong, the wire going to be thicker & thicker as time goes by. Wahsay…

Bottom part, the lonely teeth in front at last joined the rest of its member. Doctor attached a bracket to it, and then fastened with the whole wiring for straightening process. According to him, the lower jaw seems to be small and so the next trip, he will consider for extraction after studying my mould and progress again. The next date is very close to CNY… I’m so worry now if can’t enjoy feasting during the festive.  Sweaty… I’ve always been praying to escape from extraction nightmare, think I going to pray harder now. Will it works?

Anyway, I thought the fixture is no big deal, since the last treatment I went; there isn’t any numbness at all. I was wrong. Two hours from the fix, I couldn’t believe on what I see in mirror. The Damon 3 is so fast & efficient that it has aligned the newly fixed teeth to its neighbouring teeth. Paying hefty for it is definitely no joke. And the pain?!! Of coz there is!! The numbness increase bit by bit, and come evening, needless to say. Had scallop with salty egg porridge as dinner again, yummy! Still, sorry to my friend there, for me FFK the dinner promised earlier. And thank you for casting the tooth fairy to give my gum a pain remover spell, haha!!

The numbness is still on-going as I now blogging here, but it’s not as severe as yesterday night. Tonight dinner, am attempting to eat rice… although it’s going to be hard & slightly painful to gnaw the food, but don’t bother lah… maybe I just take longer times to finish my meal. That’s it.

Towards a greater smile & beyond!!!

For once, I’ll take it. Then, twice, I’ll still take it (although I really, really wanna smash you guys face.) Come third times, I’ll walk off.  Well, that’s what I think I will do if it happens again. ‘Coz I think enough means enough. Tolerance has its limit. Things are not funny being repeated and repeat again.

Moreover you guys are my best buddies and it’s kinda heartache to be put on a spot, especially when acted in group. I feel like some sort of betrayal. Forgive me saying so but it’s just my feeling at that moment, I keep in my heart. Maybe I’m not being sporting, some might say… but to me, is not a matter of being sporting or not.

It’s just a personal value. And I often believe one has a choice to do something or not to despite of whatever persuasion, forces or thinking that come along the way. If the stand is strong nobody can sway it.       

Take drinking for example. Why do friends want to see their friends drink and get drunk? And why do the friends need to compel to drink? Is able to drink one round after another is a cool gesture, being perceived sporting or is a way to be accepted among the peers? Tell me.  

Whether a good drinker or not, why would one wants to make public his own strength or weakness? People will still get you to drink regardless yes or no. And if you refuse to drink, people make fun teasing you, again and again. What’s the point here? 

There’s this uncle in the family, which many of the cousins don’t quite like to mingle during their young age. ‘Coz uncle like to lecture for good whenever we gather. And nowadays, being the youngest girl among the cousins, I’m the common victim. He often says, “Sip like a lady. Don’t drink!” “I saw you drinking before, and that’s not the way a girl should drink!” Really, his sentence gets me into thinking when had he saw me in action before? Was it during one of the family occasions? Or he was coincidently there when I was hanging out? I really have no idea, and I just listen to his very same speeches as a respect to the elderly.    

In fact, which parents like their children active in drinking. I know my parents, they don’t and discourage. It’s not that we can’t drink but we got to know our limits and responsibility. Especially being a daughter, more concern they are. If one day I came home drunk, I wonder what will happen. Disappointed faces and talks, and because trust is broken, it takes harder time to regain for myself and for the friends I hold closely in heart.

Whatever it is, all I wanted to express is that I sincerely treasure our friendships, which I hope we can keep going for many decades more in life. Maybe I’m just being emo here, which I am at times.  It’s just not funny anymore, PLEASE STOP. Period.