RAEVILLE

Thursday, January 26, 2006

As I was sitting on the dentists' reclining chair, I wondered, what makes them want to be dentists? There is always a reason to why someone wants to be something in life. Unless they've been forced to do it by their parents, but otherwise, what makes a person want to be something like a dentist?

The dentist switched on an over-head light, which shined brightly in my eyes. It felt like an operation room, only, the walls have stickers of happy Disney characters and the ceiling has happy faces of the sun, moon and a cloud with an alien sitting atop it. The dentist put his head over mine, and began calling out numbers, while he picked at my teeth. He was very gentle, and I had no reason to be panicking, so I kept quiet and shut my eyes. I wondered, as I was being checked there, how many teeth does a human being have? This is probably a very stupid question to ask, seeing that, maybe, I'm 17 in a few weeks time and I don't know how many friggin' teeth I have. I simply don't know. I guessed 36. It could be too much.

Apparently, I grind my teeth in my sleep. The dentist said I've been doing it for a long time, which has made my teeth look funny at the sides. He also said I might need to wear a Night Guard. I thought it was similar to a retainer, but I don't know in truth. There are ways to come around the problem instead of using the Night Guard, like listening to calm music before you hit the sheets. I've been very tense when I go to sleep, he said. Tense? When I hit sleepyland? How can that be right? I love sleeping. It's the way I regenerate for the next day! How can I find it tense to go to sleep?

Maybe it's a psychological thing. It's strange, how our bodies work, don't you think?

Cheers.

& turned on the lights; 11:45

about me.

raelene. rae. roro.
eighteen years.
malaysian.
completed her final year of school at st caths, sydney.
is a musician, photographer and aspiring designer.
loves travelling, art, music, great food, clear blue skies, writing and ice-cream.
enjoys drowning in music, strumming random chords on the guitar, playing tennis,
finger-bashing it out on a game console and a bowl of curry laksa.
despises bad traffic, girls with long and fair faces with large contact-lensed eyes, bad food, mascara goop, hard pillows and hard beds.

raeville.

RAEVILLE came about some time in the year of 2001. or 2002. it's been so long that i've forgotten already.
it all started here (i doubt the link works anymore though), in a dodgy little blog page. then it moved to here. a year later, and we moved to better things, namely blogspot.

ps. raeville is best viewed on mozilla firefox. just because it's better :)

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