its been a hell of a week for mokey and i. he had his wisdom tooth extracted. Both upper and lower, mind you. At the same time. my gosh. at the beginning when i was waiting for him and heard his sorta muffled yelling (u know, like the dentist had his mouth opened with stuff inside so he cudn really yell properly) i thought, gosh, try to remain happy and upbeat for his sake. when it was over and we were waiting for the doc to prescribe meds, tears flowed freely from his eyes. dude.. that is a big guy who could do a deadlift with my weight.. to have him in that zombified state, was scary.. i could imagine the excrutiating pain he went thru. realli. its like, it hurt so bad he was just in a state of shock. i bet its sorta like loosing someone u're really close to. it hurts so much that it becomes sorta surreal and u become dazed.

ok. second para.

later, in the cab, he described how his bottom teeth was severed, hammered and chiseled in two and pryed out of his gums. trying to imagine it was like having a 300-esque battle sequence (as in 300 the movie). his upper tooth was tugged out with a contraption akin to a nutcracker, only for the dentist to find out that he had one long root and one short root. somehow this created a hole from his nasal passage, through to his gums. imagine this, if he closes his nose and blows, some air actuali escapes thru the gums, into the mouth. how revoltingly cool is that?

anw, the dentist had to patch up the hole. BY SEWING. mokey describe the "needle" as a sickle shaped thing.. like the one a death reaper has. only its a small mini sickle death reaper thing in the hands of an equally cruel dentist. (at this juncture, an evil laugh sound effect would be nice: MuahahhahahahaW). i can almost imagine it piercing through my gums as he described it. i mean, i bite on a fish bone and tears well up, wat more a sick mini sickle of death thing!

sick mini sickle.. aah. the joys of a Freudian slip.

been coming up with a lot of strange (and estranged) business ideas lately. dunno why the sudden spurt of creativity. never thought of myself as the entreupreneuring kind. in fact, not even sure how to spell the word.

bygones.

well, at least i figured that business are for really hard-working and driven ppl.. and i. hmm. not quite close. i do think that im the sort capable of generating ideas.. but i need wat u call a "runner" to sort of implement things. and there are only a select few ppl that i know and love that i trust to have a partnership with, one of which i dont get to see as much as i'd like (shoutout: miss midori).

spurts. it seems that i do everything in spurts. i start with something, totally falls in love with it, totally in the game then totally becomes disinterested and the cycle repeats itself all over again. it happens with everything.. my readings i do in spurts, my earrings i make in spurts, my religious studies i do in spurts. consistency.. hmm.. never quite got a grasp of tt concept.

sometimes i feel quite dejected and incapable when i know that in fact, i am not. sure, there are people who are better than me.. but im sure im better than some ppl too.

to be different.. to stand out from others.. that is something which i always wanna do. to think about it, i think we all think that we are different from other ppl around us. False Uniqueness Bias (look it up, its a legitimate psych term). i tink i should stop being different and try to be the same instead. look at how successful ppl have chartered their way to the top and try to emulate. i mean seriously, since my plan for being different and for standing out from the rest hasnt quite taken off, i find the former a very viable alternative.

sorta sucks that i have the tendency to do things half-way. need someone or something to change this.