:D
On my way to the National Dental Clinic NDC I was actually feeling quite excited instead of scared.
Sure... there’s 1% there will be permanent damage… but who cares man?
I’m finally going under the knife.
When I reached, I had to wear a super loose blue costume, after emptying my bladder.
As shown below,

Mom kept saying I look like some kind of Shi Fu (master) of TKD and such…
Still remembering the days where I still did went for TKD training.
Told my mom to take a few pictures… it’s not like I’m going to have another operation anytime soon even though I’m in a high contact sport…. *cross fingers*
Hah, even the nurse there was shocked that I wanted to take pictures.
They asked me whether this is my first time…. I hope its gonna be my last
Even changed my footwear to a matching blue

O yea, remember to keep something that can entertain you in the closet that you will be storing your clothes in…. it will be mentioned below.
However…. Even though it was super exciting to get your first operation.
The doctors, nurses, even the specialist kept asking for my IC number to verify identification
If I have any drug allergies and when was the time I started fasting( your not suppose to eat/ drink before any operation)
AFTER the operation, my supposedly A class ward where I have a room all to myself became a C class ward that is shared with a lot of noisy people…
The dude on my right kept playing his handphone before it was his turn.
AND he never shut off his keypad tone… so for every button he pressed I can still freaking hear it….
Wanted to sleep also can not… wanted to shout to him to diam diam also cannot…
From what I figured out when I touched my face… it swelled to the size of a watermelon!!!
When it was his turn… he didn’t even switch his phone to silent mode.
Some ass kept calling him and his ringtone… bloody annoying keep ringing and ringing.
How am I suppose to get some rest sia…. CCB
To add more salt into the wound.
The door of the resting bay kept opening and closing… a lot of people keep going in and out.
Then for no reason… just when my mind stopped buzzing… and that persons phone finally received no calls.
People outside had some sort of celebration… like as if for the 1st time Man U lost or something….
KNN fucking woke me up again la….
Wished I had at least brought my Handphone in to keep me entertained….
The whole while I couldn’t get any rest…
When that DUDE finally came back from his operation.
HE wanted to rest..
Guess what…. His handphone rang for the bloody 50th time.
Hah! Woke u up didn’t it?
But instead of switching off the handphone.
You put it into silent mode…. And placed it into a plastic hallow drawer…
Stupidity has no bounderies right?
Its even more noisy when it vibrates in there…
And finally he turned it off after the 2nd time.
Maybe its just that you forgot that THERE ARE other patients too.
But seriously… who puts a vibration prone phone into an empty plastic drawer…
Guess the GA was too strong for the likes of you.
Anyway, after being jabbed with GA, my lips were like super numb over 2-3 hours…
Cant even drink properly as I cant control my lower lips.
But a good thing to taste… was the sweet smell of the Ribena they gave… and my sour blood…
Hopefully that means my sense of taste didn’t get damaged.
They even gave me souvenirs :D
10 of my teeth!!


Tried washing the blood/gum/ red shit away…
But it was too gross to do so… even by me.

Glad I do have a good baybe that helps me shread my chicken for me into tiny bite sizes.

Unlike those who can only dream of having 1…. :P
Words cannot describe the joy in having/possessing/obtaining such a delightful human as my partner.
It seems now porridge is going to be my best friend….
Seems even now mom don’t approve me of chewing
Ever since 1 of the stitch came out after sleeping.
Sometimes… it is not the words that count.
Words spoken can just merely be lip service…
But it is the actions… and the inactions that defines who you are and how much you love them.
Never once heard Him saying that to me before….
To the extend I doubted it if your ever felt that way about me before…
But I guess its his actions every now and then that proves other wise…
Glad to have a father who follows his principles…
Heh,… maybe like what YJ says.
I’m also a guy with my principles….
Like father like son eh?
How ironic it is for the son who tried so hard not to be like his father…to only end up being an exact carbon copy.