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you know about the voices that speaks in your head?i listen to them somtimes. most of the times. sometimes they tell me good things. sometimes they make me wish for bad things. |
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The Gates of Doom
 Som and I figured out that if we could drink alcohol, we would most probably have drowned ourselves silly thanks to optech lab. But we're still good Muslim girls so we tried to think of other alternatives instead. There's shisha, but it's too much like smoking and I for one do not want to die of lung cancer (and the air in KL promotes this disease enough as it is) so we dropped that idea just as well. Sheesh, who'd have thunk abusing our God-given body takes hard planning?  Meet Danny Phantom-head. He's my first ever dental patient. Here he is grossly depicted with his head tilted at an awkward angle and his jaws are open in a silent agonizing scream. He deserves the pain because he refused to cooperate with me when it comes to reattaching his detachable jaws.I'm a slow worker at optech, so slow that even Faris who had to redo his second impression 4 and 5 times respectively for max/mand (or mand/max, whichever) is ahead of me. And let's not go into cons work. En Syamsol chided me for my easygoing behaviour and lackadaisal attitude that he took it upon himself to wash my mandibular model and repair my mandibular stone cast for me. I'd be thankful for him were it not for his mouth yapping away. Yes, I know I'm slow, and yes, I'm even humming as I work (Let it Rock by Kevin Rudolf feat lil Wayne, the line that goes 'and he stuck his middle finger to the world/to the world) but I'd like to try and do the repair work by myself thank you very much. All in all, I need to hit the books, and soon. Oh, and my mum was getting upset about me wearing the England FIFA tag all the time (remember that I am a good Muslim girl and Muslim girls do not wear a cross around their necks, even if it's Celtic and not Roman) so she got me a France tag instead. France. Of all the other FIFA-playing nations there is out there and she got me France. I'm gonna wear England again. Labels: dailies |