Thursday, June 23, 2005

Say Ahh!

I hate dentists!

They bring out the coward in me.

I had a good dentist in Dubai. He was nice and funny, with good in-the-mouth manners and everything. But he wouldn't let me close my eyes! He would make me keep them open when he was working on my mouth cos apparantly he wanted to know if I fainted since I was on local anesthesia and that happened sometimes!(the fainting). And I would stare at his eyes, actually at his specs, where I could see the reflection of the bloodied mouth (mine!) he was working on. God!
And he liked his jokes, that one! He would notice what I was doing and the white knuckles and act like he was frustrated with me being so scared and yell " Nurse! I've had it! I'm leaving!" with four weird thingys still stuck in my nouth. I wud groan my sorry, and he wud laugh and say, " I'm done! i'm just kidding! " Him and his kidding!

But that was just the beginning unfortunately! When I was in India my prosthodontist and orthodontist decided I had to wear braces , so they made me pay them 12000 bucks and forced me to visit every 2 weeks so that they could rip my mouth open and then stitch it back together again. Sadists!

At the end of most sessions, he would stuff my mouth with cotton and tell me not to take it off for at least a half hour. And cos I was on my own , I would have the hardest time trying to make the auto driver understand where I wanted to go with my mouth all outta shape. I used to cry my eyes out on my way home, and then , once home, I wouldn't be able to eat anything solid, cos my mouth just couldn't take any more abuse! So I would cry some more!

And today, I had to go to the dentist again. I'm on painkillers, but my mouth still hurts!

Sunday, June 19, 2005

Rant Rant Rant!

Ok! Here's the deal, I'm looking for a job in this damn desert! (which doesn't seem to be damned and is nothing like a desert, but watever!)

I've left my beloved country and came back here, and have been here for almost 2 months now. I got two job offers, one which I rejected cos its not really what I wanna do (KILL ME!!!), and the other which did not work out, cos speculating really isn't my thing. I thought I could do it at first, but then I realised that was just the money talking!

So anyway, I'm without a job, getting bugged with the sighs of despair from my parents who think I'm a waste of oxygen, and I've been putting on weight like crazy, cos all I do is, of course, eat sleep, and turn the pages of the Appointments section of Gulf News ( the local noosepaper), which does not really count as exercise!

This post doesn't really have a point, other than ranting a bit about the injustice of it all I guess. I've been working for almost two years now, and was dependent on NOBODY financially. So now I feel weird when I have to go daddy for everything.

Somebody (AAANYbody) help me!!!!!!!!!!!!

Friday, June 17, 2005


When I feel my parents are not proud of me.

When somebody I trust betrays me.

When people I care about lie to me.

When no one cares anymore.

Well, to hell with that, I don't care myself.

Wednesday, June 15, 2005

A Reason

Change. Confusion. Fear. Friends. Old. New. Fear. Doubt. Sadness. Emptiness. Lie. Love. Expectation. Disappointment. Heart-break. Pity. Regret. Memories. Laughter. Indifference. Good? Bad? Prayer. Passion. Smile. Tears. Wonder. Hide.


Well, its a new blog folks.