yes, i have my braces already!


i'm obviously not going to ask you to guess what's the colour because that's lame.

it's not pink GASP it's orange! and once again, i'm not not loving pink. remember the dream about orange braces? yeah. that was what saved me recover from the shock when they told me there wasn't pink. i was so crushed! i was thinking up of all the nice combinations i would have no my teeth and now, they'll all be nothing but ugly green, ugly red or ugly purple. yucks.

but it's still exciting; having metal small thingys in your mouth. it keeps reminding me that i have braces! the first few hours felt unbelievable. it was the same when i got my first handphone ever; i just kept staring at the phone and going "OMG that's mine!".

i don't really like the pain that comes along with it, because it makes it hard for me to eat. but who am i kidding? no pain no gain. and anyway, many been-theres told me that i'll get used to it sooner or later. "it's like it isn't there at all." i find that hard to believe, but if that's what everybody says, then i'm looking forward to that day! i'm not jealous of how i can't eat certain things. i'm just jealous of the fact that they can chew so naturally and easily while i can't bring my molars together without screaming out loud in agony. okay, maybe not so exaggerated, but some where along the lines of that.

it was pleasant surprising people with my braces. some people didn't seem to notice it at all. but that's okay. i had to keep doing weird things with my mouth in order to try unhurting it. most of the time i just smile, like grin, like BARING MY TEETH! yes, yes. that's it. like baring my teeth.

and the extra protrusion makes me feel like my teeth are perpetually protruding out of my already-protrusive face. so i'm very self-conscious when i laugh. it's almost as if my upper row of teeth are going to collapse from the sheer weight.

in any case, let's stop talking about my braces.

there's YEAH! tomorrow and i'm not exactly prepared. maybe i can slack the whole night off tonight? i don't know. braces makes me want to slack because i can't work with pain. and i hate that. it doesn't make me feel very strong.

chinese oral today was horrible. i kept blabbering and blabbering and the look on laoshi's face has "FAILURE" printed all over! i was so nervous i can't even think of certain words. my brain was like a youtube video which you don't pause beforehand so it can load. i was pausing at intervals for my brain to load and buffer. it was horrendous, horrifying and absolutely horrible! dammit.

haha, my latest catchphrase is "dammit". everything is "dammit" for me now.

and just like how my chinese oral conversation speech lacks structure and organisation, my blogpost lacks that too. i'm not a very structured and format person. i don't like to abide to the straight lines of a square. i hate being confined. but mostly, i just hate being forced to expose my flaws.

i played some chain game with natwong today at chinese and geog. first it was vegetables. we took turn coming up with the different vegetables and the person who finally gets stuck loses. vegetables and fruits, i won. flower and country, she won. so all's fair in games. :D

the blisters at my heel are scabbing and is itching. i try not to scratch them, but it's hard to resist. gah! it's like obs all over again. but i don't mind these blisters; it'll one day toughen my heels so i can wear my heels(shoes)!

i saved my very-beautiful YEAH! poster and proposal to ms tham's LACIE today. we saw other groups' posters and there was this cute one on turning dung into paper. even though that's seriously fascinating and extremely environmentally-friendly, i honestly wouldn't want to use dung paper. but we'll have to see. y'know, how dung paper actually looks like.

see? i'm blabbering again and jumping from event to event. i hope i can go online tonight and maybe catch jacq, so she can send me the pictures.

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He chuckled darkly, and leaned away. His face did look disappointed.

"You can't really believe that I would give in so easily," he said with a sour edge to his mocking tone.

"A girl can dream."

His eyebrows rose. "Is that what you dream about? Being a monster?"

"Not exactly," I said, frowning at his word choice. Monster, indeed. "Mostly I dream about being with you forever."