i am sad.

i am sad. i am sad. better not repeat anymore times lest it seems like a "sised" post. (pronounced see-sad) but dun worry carol...this has got absolutely nothing to do wif u. Hong hui ar...sometimes the things u say dun really make sense. i totally dunthink u said the right things today. i never felt that way before ok? in fact...to me it realli doesnt matter whether its 20 people or 2 people together. i enjoy all ur company and no way would i ever lie to my loved ones. this is a fact. but i digress... y am i sad? becoz i jus went to the dumdum dentist that looks like a 1000 year old ginseng speaking wif a super high pitch it sounds almost like casey leong. i told him i got a toothache. he told me to pull it out. and since he looks not onli lke a ginseng, but also like an expert sinseh from china who swam over to singapore wif a mission to cure all toothache in the world, i somehow nodded. he also looks like a ghost, a monster without any teeth! how ironic considering he is a dentist! he wears shirt that my grandfather would find nice and a visit to yun nam hair care would oso seem like not a bad choice. but one thing abt him: while most dentist intimidates, he works his magic like a hairdresser. the moment he starts, i felt like sleeping...the very same feeling of hearing the shaver go across ur ear for the 173 time when u go for a haircut. ok point being? i think i got hypnotised and somehow now i jus got a tooth pulled out. i got a feeling i look damn ugly now. and thus the sadness. concrete evidence, dun believe i show u the teeth. i reiterate. this is no sised mission!! as i type on , the cotton bud is still between my teeth. nay. my upper molar and my naked jaw. i feel insecure. i have totally no idea wat i wld look like when i remove that white (now turned red) piece of thing from my mouth. from now on, i can no longer laugh out loud as i used to do. wat if i even lose the ability to talk craps at 26 craps per minute? wat if my speech becomes "lao hong" from now on? and ppl dun even noe wat i'm talking abt? may i cry now? or may i cry onli when my darling comes telling me u're really ugly. shucks...talking abt carol... its 9 pm liaos...time to go. the nakedness of the jaw is more than a hole in my oral structure. its like a hole in my speech. a hole in my confidence. a hole in my life. (okok i shall stop this drama mama flowery upsetting melodramatic "purple prose" this is not me at all...i'll leave this to the rest of the world on a mission. the sised) wahahahas...