Category Archives: Maintenance

Today is Friday September 21, 2018
  • Cinderella

    Aren’t these just the most darling shoes?

    Cinderella, I am not. When I took off my shoes, the pain was just excruciating! It was so painful, I was dizzy, and had to lay down. I was THAT! close to passing out. All in name of cute shoes. I am such an idiot!

    And for the next one week or so…

    Yes, I’ve learnt my lesson. The painful way. Serves me right.

  • 1 Down, 1 More To Go

    I had my wisdom tooth removed today. It was starting to decay*, so I was strongly advised by my dentist to have it removed. I’d put off removing it for 15 years. And now, no longer should it wait.

    The entire ordeal lasted an hour.

    It started with an application of a numbing gel. Waited for 3 minutes for it to take effect. This is followed by an injection to anaesthesize the area.** 2 injections with a one inch needle. It felt like an ant bite. Followed by another 2 injections of which I am not able to feel now. Waited another 3 minutes for it to fully take action. And the process starts.

    My dentist said he was just going to shake it aound a bit, to see if he could shake it off. I knew as soon as he stood up that a simple task it was not going to be. He probably needed to stand up so that he can use more force, and for better leverage. I didn’t feel anything else but pressure. Then he asks for pliers, and his assistant held my head firmly so that he could tug real hard at my tooth without yanking my head from my neck at the same time. Yank, yank, yank! Off it comes! Ok, still no pain.

    There was a bit of ‘root’ that had broken off and still embedded inside.*** The little bugger just would not come out. Knock-knock, shake-shake, yank a bit. Shake about some more, and it was still stuck. My dentists reassures me it’s on it’s way out, just a little bit more, and we’ll be done. Still no pain. 20 minutes later (but what felt like 2 hours), and the entire process is finally over! Good thing too. My jaw was starting to feel over-stretched!

    2 hours later, before the anesthetic wore off, I popped a painkiller.**** I wasn’t go to wait for the pain to kick in first. 3 hours after that, I was starving but did not dare eat as the new hole in my mouth was still bleeding. I was starting to feel pain. And the painkiller is supposedly meant to last 24 hours. Con job! Take a nap. By the time I woke up, I was ready to eat. Went out for a bite, but it was so frustrating to chew on one side, and so gently, I gave up after awhile. Sigh.

    I’ve taken another painkiller. The area still feels a little numb, and definitely a gap where my wisdom tooth used to be. I don’t know yet if there is going to be any pain tomorrow. Sigh, again.

    Still hungry, but think I will go to bed soon. That’s one wisdom tooth out, and the one on my left side has started to decay too. So I’ll have to do it all over again! 1 more to go!

    Do I brush my teeth?

    * See picture, the black yucky bit was the part that had started to decay.
    ** BLESS! the person who invented anaesthetics.
    *** See also same picture, little bit of tooth covered in blood.
    **** It is a very strong painkiller, but not a codeine based one, so no ‘high’!

  • The Pursuit of Happiness

    Can money buy happiness?

    “Money is the root of all evil”. “If you don’t think money is important, then you’re a liar”. “Whoever said money can’t buy happiness isn’t spending it right”. “Money may not solve all your problems, but it’ll sure help”. Are just some of the responses.

    NBabe and I were chatting about things we’d like to do. Seriously? I think if anybody wants to do anything, moo-lah* is required!

    Someone she knew had invested thousands in to looking good. There was the new hair-do, the slimming centre, many facials, new wardrobe after the weight loss. And it was all worth it! I totally agree with that. If looking good equals feeling good, better self-confidence, self-esteem, then why the hell not? As you may have read from earlier posts, there are some essentials that are necessary to look remotely presentable. (You can read it here.) NBabe futher pointed out that rich people are not ugly. How true. Money can buy you new boobs, a tummy tuck, a face lift, hair extensions, a new nose, a sexy rear-end.**

    If you want to take up a new hobby, that will cost you money too. Say, if your new found passion was cycling, diving, arts and craft, painting, sewing, jewellery making. Unless you have excess money, you can’t really start a new hobby over night. Now, where is the happiness here?

    Of course, there is also retail therapy! So therapeutic. THIS! requires a lot of money. I would like a new handbag, and a new phone, and a SEXY SONY VAIO. My purchases would make me delirious with joy! But this joy is momentary, perhaps?***

    So, do we over-estimate the pleasures and happiness we’re going to get when we have more money? Sure, money can make you happy, but will more money make you more happy when you’re reached a subsistence level? Then again, what is enough?

    Or have we perhaps muddled up the difference between long lasting joy and a short lived thrill?

    Things that money cannot buy – good health, an interesting job that you love, spirituality, time, true friendship, love****.

    And to find out how money can buy happiness, there are SPECIFICALLY 7 WAYS to buy happiness, go here!

    COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS!

    * This is what me and my sister call money.
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    * With all that money, I wonder why Donald Trump didn’t buy better hair.
    *** Perhaps I should buy a new handbag or a new gadget to see if it will thrill and brings me joy that will last beyond that moment.
    ****Yeah, yeah, yeah – some of you out there are going to tell me that money can buy love – but I am a romantic, and I choose not to believe so.

  • Tissue Galore

    Tissue products are just not simply tissue products. Tissue products is used in every facet of my daily life! And I am sure the day will come when everyone else will feel the same way.

    Did you know that we use up to 23.9mio tonnes of tissue per year? This is despite some countries in Africa not knowing what tissue products are.

    It’s for hygiene purposes.

    Toilet tissue – For wiping the toilet seat (public toilets only), and you know where else (where the sun don’t shine, of course!).
    Facial tissue – In the event there is no toilet tissue. For cleaning your mouth after a meal (Ladies, dab-dab gently). In the event there is no other type of tissue product. It’s nice and handy to carry around those dainty little packs.
    Napkins – At restaurants, brightly coloured patterned ones for parties and barbecues. It’s so much easier than providing cloth napkins that needs washing and bleaching. Use and throw! How convenient.
    Towels – Just for the kitchen. To soak up the oil from deep fried foods, to wipe oily-anything, to wipe anything wet. I repeat, use and throw!
    Tissue paper – Or wrapping tissue. Don’t you think it gives that extra little special and thoughtful touch when you receive a gift wrapped in tissue paper, in a box? Or when you go to a shop, buy something, and they wrap it in tissue before putting it in a bag? I adore this! I re-use this wrapping tissue; to stuff my shoes and handbags so they maintain their shape because they don’t stain, unlike newspaper.

    My ideal characteristics of a tissue product – it must be strong! Yet maintains that silky softness. And NO LINT! please.

    I am sure there are a lot of environmentalists out there who would like to tell me how many trees are lost to making tissue products. And I know so too that tissue product companies are doing their share in making their products more environmental friendly (Well, at least those with a conscience). We just can’t win.

    And I don’t think anybody wants re-usable toilet tissue, or recycled toilet tissue.

    Lastly, toilet paper is not something anyone thinks about till it’s ALL GONE!

  • Maintenance – Part I

    Out for dinner with my friends the night before, we got about to talking about people we know, and people who know people, who’d undergone cosmetic and/or plastic surgery to enhance the way they look.

    I did a quick search on this topic, and I was not surprised to find out that the amount spent on cosmetic and plastic surgery amounts to $12.4 billion in 2005.

    Top 5 cosmetic procedures are – botox, chemical peel, microdermabrasion, laser hair removal and spider vein treatment.

    Top 5 surgical procedures are – liposuction, rhinoplasty, breast augmentation, eyelid surgery and the tummy tuck.

    I do not aspire to look drop dead gorgeous. I will put surgical procedures on hold till later in life when I decide to turn back the clock.

    However, I do want to look somewhat presentable – in case I bump into an old classmate or an old crush. And so I have to juggle my time attending to my daily, weekly, and monthly maintenance regime. Absolutely status quo.

    On hair – I have a love hate relationship with my hair. I hate my incorrigible hair, and it’s my crowning glory. I spend the most time on my hair. I have tried various products and devices that is suppose to enable me to manage my own hair, tried various perms and haircuts, short of shaving my head, and I have not found this miracle. Going to the hairdresser to have my hair washed, and styled with the hair dryer is the closest I have come to achieving manageable hair. And life goes on, as I try to manage getting my hair done every other day, and a bond is formed with my hairdresser. Each hair session costs RM5.00

    On unwanted hair – There’s the tweezing, and plucking, and various hair removal creams, and ouch! Waxing… I have not braved shaving yet, and I don’t think I will.

    Nails – I am a nail biter. To prevent myself from chewing my fingers, I get a manicure, and paint my nails a nice colour. But that lasts only a week, and I’d be back to chewing my nails. For longer lasting coloured nails and bite-proof nails, I get gel nails. Perfect looking nails for 4 weeks!

    Skin – My shelf is filled with jars and bottles. My bathroom counter is filled with more jars and bottles of all types of creams, serum, gels for anti-aging, whitening, firming, slimming, anti-cellulite, detoxing, cleansing, double-cleansing, toning, and the list goes on. Do I ever get round to using every single thing? Hardly. But I still spend 45 minutes getting ready for bed everyday as I slather on my claimed wondrous potions.

    Exercise – Not a believer of competitive sport, the gym would be the best place for me to boost my fast depleting metabolism. And after 2 years of going to the gym, I gave up my gym membership in exchange for a glidex. I thought I’d get the best workout in my room, telly in front of me, and the glidex – my arms and legs all working out in perfect tandem. I was so wrong. I’ve used it all of 5 times. My sister bought the i-gallop, a mechanical seat that rocks back and forth and right and left, mimicking the motions and promises to give you the same workout as horse riding. Now another piece of furniture that sits in front of the telly, unused. My exercise regime now consists of feeble attempts at Budokon, a combination of yoga and martial arts. Despite the adrenaline rush, the glowing after feel of a good workout, and statuesque posture following each session, I get round to practising Budokon once a week.