Saturday, March 19, 2005

of rennbahns and amalgam.


rennbahn '50 1
Originally uploaded by crimsondevotchka.

i swear i didnt get off the bed to switch off the alarm. but it got switched off. so, instead of already leaving the bank by 1030am, i woke up at 1030am.

drats.

but OK, tried to save myself. gave nancy from the dental clinic a ring and told her i was stuck at the bank and could only make it at 1200. luckily (for me), there was a walk-in emergency who was apparently rolling on the floor in pain and could take over my slot. woke my brother up and rushed over to the bank in a cab which took all of two minutes. a walk would have cost us 10 minutes and i didnt want to have to lie to nice nancy again. like the bank guard was placing me under arrest for sucking on a lollipop in a non-eating area.

we were in and outta there in five minutes and found myself at dentigiene a lot earlier than i liked. dentigiene is linked to my family clinic and we were surrounded by sick shits. the man in front of me was snorting continuously, throwing funny sounds from the back of his throat every bluddy fifteen seconds, blowing out spurts of air from his nostrils while reading the mandarin newspaper. i mean, hello, other people wanna read that newspaper too? not me for sure, not only because i do not read mandarin but also because i am not going to hold a newspaper that has snort all over it. not even if someone collapsed of a sudden heart attack and i need to give mouth-to-mouth with a rolled up newspaper.

so i thought, hey, come on dali, give this guy a break, he must be sick right? right his sick wife left the prescription counter and nudged him to get off the sofa.

some people just have habits that are abhorrible.

then enter missy dali into the dentist's room. was greeted by unfriendly female orderly, then a 5 year old boy on the sofa by The Chair, apparently the unfriendly orderly's son (as long as he wasnt assisting in any way) - then i saw my dentist, dr susanne lim. it was like i entered some kind of time warp back into the 80s.

she had a haircut like ... like ... like my math teacher in school, mrs mok. or like that designer woman from The Incredibles (who also looks like my friend edna). like a shredded coconut husk was overturned and placed on her head.

real old-school.

in the middle of bleeding my gums to death, she chucked the murder weapon/bleed weapon/electric drill/whatever on my chest and then said 5 seconds later, "dont mind, ah? i'll place it there."

that wasnt the only thing she threw on my chest.

*ching*
*cling*
*keclingding*

it was equipment after equipment piling up on my - my - chest.

the first dentist in all my 22 years of life who chooses my chest as a makeshift table. says a lot about the flatness of my chest. hmph.

although i'd like to add that breasts do tend to look like they disappear when in the horizontal position.

i love dr susanne lim. i will make an appointment with her the next time. although it was the most painful dental visit i ever had, i just adore her attitude. she knows her stuff. she doesnt sweat the small shit.

walked out with brother who was patiently reading annoying pretentious socialite magazines (because i am not featured in any one of them) while i was being used as a makeshift table and went off in search of a supermarket with new zealand mussels. we were planning on lemon butter mussels *slurp*

then i saw it. the puma rennbahn '50s. despite precarious current financial situation due to expensive dermatologist consultancy fees, dental fees and conman-cum-plumber, i went into the shop and bought it.

am now proud owner of puma rennbahn '50s in pearl white and cordovan (just imagine maroon). you may view my flickr page to enviously drool over my shoes on the right.

got home, amputated prawns, boiled linguine, boiled clams, cubed scallops, sliced calamari and cooked a delicious pot of marinara sauce with beloved brother.

too bad ravi was asleep (sick, he said. sick, my ass. not even snorting one bit. just wanted to sleep. tsk.)

with these new pair of shoes, i feel like a new woman.

i shall walk tonight and deflower these shoes.

1 comment:

tantegirang said...

so now i look like mrs. mok too?:(
JAHAT.