Teeth Gone Wired #3

Teeth have been making significant improvement. It's exciting to see. I have to say that all my upper front teeth are now aligned, my protruding incisor has nestled almost perfectly into the gap where a premolar was extracted. The whole set are now needed to be shifted to the right to close another gap and centralise the whole bunch. My bottom teeth seem to move a bit slower than the upper set resulting my two front teeth to stuck out a bit, making a bottom overbite. I hate to see my lower lips jutting out, not so much though, people don't seem to notice or don't even care to notice this minor change of my lips, I tuck in my bottom lip sometimes, like a fat person with pooch belly tucking his tummy to appear slim.. haha... anyway, this would be temporary. InshaAllah.

The orthodontist has placed some funny thing across my bottom brackets, it hurts so much for a few days, almost a week. Its like the first week of having the braces on, the pain has resided now. Here's a picture of the funny thing in my bottom bracket. I forgot to ask the orthodontist what it's called, I shall ask in our next appointment. 

See that white thingy on my bottom teeth. Its like rubber or maybe some elastic plastic. I don't know.

Oh yeah, I forgot, at every appointment, the orthodontist will remove the arch wire, examine the progress of your teeth, and sometimes she will apply a different size arch wire. I suppose, the thicker the wire the higher the pressure... and as you readers might have thought, it can make you teeth ache until they have gotten used to new pressure. So the other day, my ortho has applied a really fat wire to my upper teeth. It is said, albeit the pressure, thicker wire is applied more to refinement rather than for alignment for the pressure is somehow too much to move the teeth. I don't know to what extent its true, I might have read it somewhere. But the fact that the ortho applied it after my teeth have pretty much aligned kinda fit in the whole story. haha. OK peeps, that's all for now.

Regardless the pain and money. I think seeing the progress makes the whole process feels worth it. *wide smile*

Meeting Suppliers

I like meeting suppliers, how they often try their best to convince me they got the best in their line of production. I like the way they look confidently into my eyes hiding their indignant of the doubtful air echoing in my every inquiry. I like the persuasiveness in the tone of their voice, how they get defensive sometimes to the extent they slyly yet professionally belittle other comparable products that I've never heard of. I like the cheerfulness in their smile, albeit for my faux admiration which I habitually give...and I'm getting better at it. I know that they know, the decision is still mine. That I can choose not to use their products regardless what the say and they are competing with other suppliers I might have met before who had probably won me. But they try their best still. 

All in all, I just simply enjoy learning of new products and meeting enthusiastic people who have firm believe in what they are doing or at least that's how they seemed. and most of all, I like being persuaded. ;)

Apes

I wore a knee length plain fuchsia dress, a pair of black pants and a floral head scarf. I guess, I appeared a bit made-up for I had an interview on that day.

I was walking toward Surau at R&R Tapah when two guys sitting on the kerb muttered something to me. I couldn't really register their words until I walked a few steps passed them. It was something between whistling and flattering, then I realized it was nothing serious but the playful remarks a lady often gets especially she's walking alone.

I got that sometimes. Not very often, but sometimes and it has been many times. I believe many of you have experienced something similar... and it could be worse. If I were to rate the above scenario on a scale of 1-10. I'll give it  1. or maybe 1.5. Imagine 10.

What makes they do that to us? what makes us so vulnerable to men that they think they could freely harass us on the street? Is that in the way we dress, the way we walk or the way we look or the way we never look at them. 

It baffles me that most who do this ain't just youngsters. Funny that we have them in our society when many of our men are so bashful when we need them to speak up for a good course.

Guys, we are no animals. We don't whistle at each other for no reason. 

*Feminist hat's on*

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I might be having a little change of heart. 

Indeed Allah knows best, thus we pray to him for the best.


He knows.

I was A Warrior

I was told to be blessed, for this silk frolic scarlet dress, not everyone has. They said, it suits me best. Like no other dress, perhaps this is really the best looking dress among all the ancient dresses you could find in my broken wooden chest.

What I never told you. I was a warrior before. My feet are here but my heart remains in the war... and no dress gives me comfort like the steel vest I used to wear... and nothing makes me feel secure like the rusted helmet in my kept-life. 

I wish for no luxury, I yearn for days with swords and archery. 

I haven't written my story. Don't try to chain me into this palace of disgrace. Of me, being a lady and must remain within the life of celibacy, abstained from challenge and mystery? Enough.

There is no harmony in the song you sing for me. I wish for nothing but to remain a warrior in this dried soil of reality. 

and no one knows best, but He.

The heck was the above writing? ahaha. I was called out for a mandatory interview for an unwanted program. There goes my inner voice blaspheming on the event. haha. Wish for what is best. Ameen. ;)

One day at a time.

One sad evening, I made a wish to be a florist.

When was that sad evening, it is not now of course, but perhaps just now. It rained beautifully, it is raining still. You know how in the movie, it has to pour to make a scene dramatic. Oh, that is! perhaps, I am just being dramatic, there is no sadness after all. Just a normal evening, the sun is just leaving, and the moon is idly rising. I'm sure they blew each other a kiss twice a day. At dawn, and just about now... at dusk. Oh dear, what a faithful couple but never would be together.

It's good to be home around these hours, especially after days of working around the clock. The clock should learn to work around us. Why must we go about complying to something we invented. Stupid head, it is not the  clock you're abiding, it's the time. Ouh yeaaah! there goes my little voice. She is a lot cleverer sometimes, talks too much though, especially when I am quiet.

Words to me could be like gasses sometimes. Have you ever tried holding your fart? Say in a public space... or are you a kind of fart-and-leave person? eeeew! Okay, here's what I am trying to say. I hate buckling all my feelings down, it hurts... but it is apart of being an adult that you must learn to not to say everything. It all will eventually go away. Or sometimes, they turn into something else, like a... uhm.. a blog post. ahaha.

Hey, you know that sometimes when I have to come home later than 12 midnight, I get worried of turning ugly. Somebody is still stuck in the childhood it seems. ahaha. Na ah, It's just fun playing some silly games such as that in your head. Make believe of something that wasn't true. Like believing the person who says he cares for the environment really gives a damn about it. You see, sometimes people just say thing that they think is the right thing to say or what people want to hear when truth is; the opposite. 

And people, don't look down on Pluto. A friend recently shared a song he wrote/sang about pluto which subsequently reminded me of a cinematic documentary of the planet which I watched in Melbourne Scienceworks few months ago. God I miss Melbourne. My firends, just because someone else is smaller, dimmer, younger or perhaps far from you... doesn't mean he/she is not affected and can always be forgiving of everything you, do or say to her/him. Maybe pluto isn't a planet after all. But it's oval orbit makes the whole lot of solar system very interesting...and what I like most about pluto is, it is independent. It circulates the sun in oval like a boss. ahaha. 

It is dark now. Day by day passes just like that. So, this is how we grow old. 

Be happy. Maybe someday I can still be a florist. Cheers =)

Of Forgiveness and Offences.

A crime in the eyes of law is a pleasure in the heart of a hooligan. oh well, maybe she/he isn't really a hooligan... maybe he/she is just a desperado. A desperado cherishes everything, for he got nothing.

Dear people, I have a curiosity. or to be exact, something I wish to learn. Should there be a manual, I'll throw an investment onto it... and there is no law, no hooligan no desperado.

Only a heart seeking to understand...

How do you forgive an offence that is about to be committed against you, knowing that you would never be able to forget it? Should anyone reading this have any idea on how to do it. Prey tell, for I've been trying my heart out... just, to understand why should there be a forgiveness at the first place when there wasn't an apology.

Maybe there was... an apology.

Saying "sorry" sometimes is just a custom. Like, "I'm sorry sir, you stink!" That's not a real apology. It's just a 'proper' way of telling a hurtful truth. Perhaps, sometimes you could sense a tinge of sympathy in such revelation. But very often, nay...like in the aforementioned situation, I believe the concern is the nose of the person disclosing the truth. Poor stinky man, you stink!

Hang on. This is a different story all together. Take this, would you let anyone trample on your beautifully blooming garden with a promise that things will grow back as usual. How usual is usual and how long do you think all the lavender and roses would take to grow and bloom. one whole year maybe? maybe you would have to wait for the next spring... and maybe it's a forthcoming spring of a distant future, a spring of a year prior to the summer which you disappear. Even the thought of trampling on someone's garden is unforgivable. 

Ah! here's a complicated heart bickering against a rational mind. Be forgiving, they say. Yes, sure. Yes, will do. I guess what it really takes is a blatant devotion. This is when my second thoughts get loud. 

There is no law no hooligan no desperado.

Only a heart seeking to understand and to be understood.

chewaaah. ahahaa.

Bitterness shall end here. Thank you for reading, and sorry for wasting your time.