I've finally decided to go and do braces. Happy as I am to get my mind set on doing it, things haven't been smooth sailing. For a start my dentist seems to be more keen on removing one of them teeth in the lower jaw to ease the crowding that's occuring now. I would certainly want to keep all my teeth and go for the longer process. But he didn't recommend the removal of that tooth for no reason... he told me there's a pit in the gum and it's likely that it won't last another decade. So... an X-ray needs to be done to verify that.

The X-ray. My dentist's clinic is in the heartlands. He asked me to go to this imaging centre in orchard to get the X-ray done. So I called, wanting to book an appointment. The lady said that the machine is down and will call me when it's up and running. Well I received that call yesterday, and so I went down today, only to find out that the machine has spoilt again. So I waited, for 4 hours, until I gave up and left.

Four hours... What was going through my mind in that period of time I really haven't got much idea. It was a mixture of agony, impatience, anger... nothing pleasant.

Then I came home and stare at this pink piece of paper. Whose bright idea was it to make the students write a proposal for all three arteliers? A certain J. And did that J consult the rest of the tutors? No. He was the coordinator, he saw it fit to do things his way, he thinks he's so smart. Sigh... Why complain when I'm gonna have to write it anyway.

The only thing I'm looking forward to is Friday. 8 years we've been together... can you imagine? Still, this must be one of the more depressing moments of my short quarter of a century.