Monday, January 05, 2004
Marcato
This is the day that I have the other two teeth extracted. Last Tuesday I plucked out those two on the right. Today is the left.
Things didn’t go that well this morning. Firstly I was made to wait for forty-five minutes; upon enquiring I discovered that none of the doctors had my folder. So the nurse I was sent to look for had to go up to the fourth floor (where the orthodontic clinic I go to is located) to pick up the folder and return with it. Thereafter I was called to Operating Room Number 3 (actually it’s cubicles, to be exact, but room has more class. Asians generally want face you know).
The doctor didn’t seem as jovial as the one last week. He beckoned me to the chair, then very business-like: “You know the procedure right?” Then the needle came. Somehow this week it seemed more painful than last; I found myself breathing very hard and rapidly that tears started to well up in my eyes. The doctor was coaxing, “Don’t breathe so hard…” The nurse: “Are you okay…?”
This time he didn’t massage my mouth to let the anaesthesia flow through effectively. I asked him this, and he said, “No, not necessary.” Then he went elsewhere for a long while as my mouth gradually became numb. When he returned he inquired, “Is you mouth numb?” “I don’t know if it’s numb enough for you to start pulling.”
Whatever. I laid back on the chair and closed my eyes like the last time. The doctor inserted the pliers and started to pull the teeth out forcefully. I thought I heard the veins crackle and pop and feared my whole gum being pulled out together. The left-side teeth seemed harder to pluck than the right: it took ages before the old molars finally relented and came out. As usual I requested the tooth be packed up for memory’s sake. It looked pretty bloody this time round. And I mean real red.
Dinner was terrific. Went to Yong He for Xiao Long Bao (steamed dumplings), You Tiao (Fried Dough Fritters) and Tao Huay (Bean Curd). The most pissing thing is that they charged us for the napkins even though we did not use it. When we demanded about this to the cashier, she mockingly replied, “You all should have asked them earlier not to give you the napkins what!” What the fucking hell is this policy? Even other restaurants don’t charge you unless you use it! They’d be more than happy to take back the napkin and reuse it. This is daylight… no, night time robbery! Stupid napkins cost S$0.30 each.
This morning I read about the bogus marriage between Britney Spears and her childhood friend Jason Alexander. I think she should quit music and go and join the Hit Squad or maybe Gotcha: “Jokers get hitched and separated as fast as a blink of the eye”. It’ll keep the Marriage Registrar busy, and they’d get a double pay rise because they not only handle wedding cases in one day, but also divorces on the same. Then we end the old age custom of keeping mistresses. There’s no need, because you take the girl for a few hours, throw her away and take a new one. Think the 1001 Arabian Nights, but with less gore. It’ll take a girl as smart (and talkative) as Scheherazade to save their marriage by telling story after story. “And so…” she stops at the most climatic part of the story.
“What happens next?” the eager husband cries.
“It is late now; you must go to work early in the morning. Tomorrow I shall tell you how…” and the husband postpones the divorce. So this continues for 1001 nights and the rate of divorces will eventually decrease. Maybe Jason should spin off his own tale: “There’s this story about this country boy in this small country town. One day…” At the end of 1001 nights Britney will change her surname to “Spearherazade”, and she’ll be “Woman of the Year” for saving marriages. And if she ever gets booed for her singing she can start a company spinning stories for women who want to preserve or save their marriages.
You just wonder how people can be so fickle even in love. They get themselves drunk silly, say “I do” and next thing they know: “Shit, why did I do it? How the fucking hell do I get out of this?” Don’t just poke it at Spears and her boy: true they lasted hours but there are tons of other marriages out there that simply cannot keep the promise of “till death do us apart”. Rather, they were “did apart” by the marriage. Mostly the paradigms are the celebrities: so-and-so breaking up with this-and-that, which the newspapers, especially the gossipy ones, find very lucrative for their sales. Of course the hoi polloi are not left out either: ordinary couples can’t get along well too and quote Irving Berlin: “Let’s do it, let’s break up now.” Because…
Spears did it, Willis did it
Justin Timberlake and Fred Durst all did it
Let’s Do It
Let’s break up now!
Since Singapore is a Fine City, we should slap those who break up their marriages with fines, and confiscate their HDB apartment, besides the legal administration. The husband and wife should go for CMO (Corrective Marriage Order) and learn how to preserve their relationship when they marry again the next time. It’s so awful seeing children being tossed around as parents squabble; when they grow up they’d probably have the same experiences, because “Mummy and Daddy did it, so why can’t I do it too?” Then it brings psychological stress to those involved in the split. Forget about TV drama serials; they tend to exaggerate, but then a divorce breaks people’s hearts. But now Jason might get some publicity – and cash – out of this whole episode, so maybe it’s not a bad thing after all. ¶ 1/05/2004 10:12:00 pm
This is the day that I have the other two teeth extracted. Last Tuesday I plucked out those two on the right. Today is the left.
Things didn’t go that well this morning. Firstly I was made to wait for forty-five minutes; upon enquiring I discovered that none of the doctors had my folder. So the nurse I was sent to look for had to go up to the fourth floor (where the orthodontic clinic I go to is located) to pick up the folder and return with it. Thereafter I was called to Operating Room Number 3 (actually it’s cubicles, to be exact, but room has more class. Asians generally want face you know).
The doctor didn’t seem as jovial as the one last week. He beckoned me to the chair, then very business-like: “You know the procedure right?” Then the needle came. Somehow this week it seemed more painful than last; I found myself breathing very hard and rapidly that tears started to well up in my eyes. The doctor was coaxing, “Don’t breathe so hard…” The nurse: “Are you okay…?”
This time he didn’t massage my mouth to let the anaesthesia flow through effectively. I asked him this, and he said, “No, not necessary.” Then he went elsewhere for a long while as my mouth gradually became numb. When he returned he inquired, “Is you mouth numb?” “I don’t know if it’s numb enough for you to start pulling.”
Whatever. I laid back on the chair and closed my eyes like the last time. The doctor inserted the pliers and started to pull the teeth out forcefully. I thought I heard the veins crackle and pop and feared my whole gum being pulled out together. The left-side teeth seemed harder to pluck than the right: it took ages before the old molars finally relented and came out. As usual I requested the tooth be packed up for memory’s sake. It looked pretty bloody this time round. And I mean real red.
Dinner was terrific. Went to Yong He for Xiao Long Bao (steamed dumplings), You Tiao (Fried Dough Fritters) and Tao Huay (Bean Curd). The most pissing thing is that they charged us for the napkins even though we did not use it. When we demanded about this to the cashier, she mockingly replied, “You all should have asked them earlier not to give you the napkins what!” What the fucking hell is this policy? Even other restaurants don’t charge you unless you use it! They’d be more than happy to take back the napkin and reuse it. This is daylight… no, night time robbery! Stupid napkins cost S$0.30 each.
This morning I read about the bogus marriage between Britney Spears and her childhood friend Jason Alexander. I think she should quit music and go and join the Hit Squad or maybe Gotcha: “Jokers get hitched and separated as fast as a blink of the eye”. It’ll keep the Marriage Registrar busy, and they’d get a double pay rise because they not only handle wedding cases in one day, but also divorces on the same. Then we end the old age custom of keeping mistresses. There’s no need, because you take the girl for a few hours, throw her away and take a new one. Think the 1001 Arabian Nights, but with less gore. It’ll take a girl as smart (and talkative) as Scheherazade to save their marriage by telling story after story. “And so…” she stops at the most climatic part of the story.
“What happens next?” the eager husband cries.
“It is late now; you must go to work early in the morning. Tomorrow I shall tell you how…” and the husband postpones the divorce. So this continues for 1001 nights and the rate of divorces will eventually decrease. Maybe Jason should spin off his own tale: “There’s this story about this country boy in this small country town. One day…” At the end of 1001 nights Britney will change her surname to “Spearherazade”, and she’ll be “Woman of the Year” for saving marriages. And if she ever gets booed for her singing she can start a company spinning stories for women who want to preserve or save their marriages.
You just wonder how people can be so fickle even in love. They get themselves drunk silly, say “I do” and next thing they know: “Shit, why did I do it? How the fucking hell do I get out of this?” Don’t just poke it at Spears and her boy: true they lasted hours but there are tons of other marriages out there that simply cannot keep the promise of “till death do us apart”. Rather, they were “did apart” by the marriage. Mostly the paradigms are the celebrities: so-and-so breaking up with this-and-that, which the newspapers, especially the gossipy ones, find very lucrative for their sales. Of course the hoi polloi are not left out either: ordinary couples can’t get along well too and quote Irving Berlin: “Let’s do it, let’s break up now.” Because…
Spears did it, Willis did it
Justin Timberlake and Fred Durst all did it
Let’s Do It
Let’s break up now!
Since Singapore is a Fine City, we should slap those who break up their marriages with fines, and confiscate their HDB apartment, besides the legal administration. The husband and wife should go for CMO (Corrective Marriage Order) and learn how to preserve their relationship when they marry again the next time. It’s so awful seeing children being tossed around as parents squabble; when they grow up they’d probably have the same experiences, because “Mummy and Daddy did it, so why can’t I do it too?” Then it brings psychological stress to those involved in the split. Forget about TV drama serials; they tend to exaggerate, but then a divorce breaks people’s hearts. But now Jason might get some publicity – and cash – out of this whole episode, so maybe it’s not a bad thing after all. ¶ 1/05/2004 10:12:00 pm
