beautiful children
thanks to hafiz, i trembled in the dentist chair while he happily drilled, poked and godknowswhat around with my tooth. everyday that i went to the dentist, i brought along my jade pendant to keep me "safe" so to speak (cause they say jade stones help dispel bad thoughts).
so while he punctured my tooth, dislocated my jaw, and sucked up all my stray saliva, i stared up at the fan, the flourescent lights, and ceiling. shaking, shaking, shaking. i was seriously scared. and eventhough i didn't feel any pain, i was always anticipating the lightning bolt of pain to shoot up to my brains. so eventually after cleaning out all my roots and removing the nerves, he stuffed in some cotton wool and temporarily sealed it. there you go, a stuffed tooth.
three appointments. and at the end of each, i was left with a throbbing tooth. the third was the worst with him sticking painkiller and injecting fluid in at the most painful part of the root. i could've just killed him. it still hurt and i realised i had to stop chomping on it to stop it from hurting after the whole procedure. it will heal in a few more weeks. either that or i'll have to have it extracted. and i don't want that. 9000TK lost. about $200. for a root canal and light filling re-done. in tooth coloured filling. very nice might i say :)
it still hurts a little today, but that's cause i bit on it too hard yesterday. i won't for the next few days. here's hoping to a full satisfactory recovery.
i remember the times when escalators were so fun to get on.
and a up till a few days ago, i assumed that everyone knew how to get on escalators.
these two Banglas (i suppose they were from some village but what they were doing in Dhaka, i can't imagine) were waiting at the start of the escalators. and when i said excuse me, one of them ran away dang it. HAHA!
while the other one, practically jumped on it. on a perfect rectangle.
there was another one too, already on the escalator shouting instructions to the other two.
when he got to the top, he jumped off it like from a meter away. HAHA
talk about rural.
willy wonka
for my birthday, i want:
a wonka bar
a faux leather bag of some sort
a new ear piercingand a bag of jelly beans.
my tooth hurts. and i can't chew much. i'm afraid i might bite too hard and send a flash of pain up the side of my face. ouch
tomorrow will be my last day (hopefully) at the dentist for my root canal check up. hope it won't hurt when he pokes that needle up my tooth. hope he's gentle. and hope that there's nothing much to wrong with the other tooth on the left side of my row of (not so) sparkling whites
after watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, i've had this urge to eat a chocolate bar. espescially a wonka bar. yum. it's hard to even find a cadbury bar here. shucks. i'm going to have to settle for a toblerone or a kinder bueno. or bake a nutella chocolate cupcake. yum yum.
yes, thanks res for rubbing it in that you've got no chocolate whatsoever around the house. yeay.
welcome home
All hail the long haitus :)
could things get any more stagnant?
the drainage outside the duplex is as dark as their skin and even in the morning stink to high heavens.
the coolest thing though is the fact that your breath condenses.
the view from the top is fantastic and nothing here is quite as it seems
birds are as fat and lazy as the people
clothes are cheap
and life is slow.
to live here won't be a bad idea.
to put up with it is another thing altogether.
the weather is suited for lazing on the balcony sipping coffee and talking junk
but maybe that's just jack frost talking :)
see you around mister.
