A Long Weekend

It is very late at night now, 12.24am of Monday morning to be exact. I should be in bed by now, after having gone through a rather long and eventful weekend. The pace of the weekend was rather frantic and before I knew it, it is now already very late of Sunday night (or rather, very early of Monday morning!)I guess my mind is still in tune with the frantic pace all weekend and am finding it difficult to switch off just like that even though my body feels so tired that it aches all over.

Had a mini gathering of friends and families today over at my house. Maybe you can call it an open house, this weekend being the last weekend of Syawal. The event might not have been the same proportion of the Prime Minister's open house, but the work required and the energy spent on it felt as though it was. It was a good time to play catch up with some friends whom I've not met for so long. Some friends whom used to be very close with me. As much as some people choose not to believe it, relationships with friends do change after you get married. You can't just simply hang out with your old pals anymore. There are commitments that you have to attend to. Priorities change as families grow. And friendships will naturally require a new paradigm.

Two good friends of mine turned up today. It had been a long while since I last got together with either one of them. Both are now married with a child each. One is a guy who had been my housemate when I was studying for my degree in London UK, and the other is a childhood friend dating back from my primary school days. It was fun meeting up with them again, more so now that our lives are now evolved over things that are very different from the days when we were younger. We are now married and parents to our respective beloved child.

The presence of my ex-housemate was probably the toast of the day for me. I guess with the commitment of work and families, we have not been able to be in touch as we should have. Perhaps I only have myself to blame. I know I am lousy at keeping in touch, and without friends like this guy in this world I would probably be friendless. Conversations between us have been few and far in between for the last two years, and I suspect perhaps I've offended him and his wife somehow. Having him over today has made me to realise that friendships like this are well worth preserving. It would be a shame if such a good thing gets destroyed by a little misunderstanding or perception.

The other friend of mine is no other than the famous Sarini who used to be an avid blogger, who has now chosen to stay in the blogging wilderness. Rumors has it that she's still writing, but oh well, having her over at my place was good enough for me to play catch up with her. Her daughter Hana has grown up to be a beautiful girl and I felt so moved when I finally got to see Hana again. Heard so much about her from Sarini and I felt that she looked more beautiful than I had imagined. Uncle Izwan is very pleased to have you and your parents over.

Geee... it is close to 1 am already, and I can still feel words and ideas flowing out of my head like water running out of a tap. But I know I have to sleep soon nevertheless. I have so much to achieve at work this week, so many deadlines waiting to be met. What's worse than having to go to work on a Monday after a very long and tiring weekend with very little sleep on Sunday night, is having so much to achieve on that Monday after a very long and tiring weekend with very little sleep on Sunday night. I hope I won't regret this extra hour I've spent blogging instead of going to bed early tomorrow.

I already have a feeling that I will...

The Visit to The Dentist

I went to visit the dentist last Wednesday. It was no easy feat for me, considering the phobia that I have about meeting dentists. It was my first visit in 3 years, and the last visit was made more out of necessity rather than routine as I had a severe tooth ache that I couldn’t bear any longer and in pain and desperation I somehow got over the phobia temporarily and braced myself to see the doctor with the perpetual image of a drill in his hand. But the visit 3 years ago also taught me that my fear to visit the dentist could have had a serious consequence.


Now, open wide...

I had had the ache to my premolar tooth (one of the smaller gigi geraham... heck, I had to Google it up know what the particular tooth is called in English) since my university days and due to my perceived irrational fear to see the dentist, I had chosen to live with the pain rather than brave myself to get on the dentist’s chair. You see, my phobia for the dentist is not something which I was born with, or something that I had acquired from my visits to the dentist in my childhood days. Rather, my phobia started after a visit I made to the dentist when I was in the UK during my A-Level studying days. The same tooth (before the ache began) had cracked again, and the earlier filling in the tooth had come out leaving a big cavity. I decided to visit the dentist and get a new filling with no hesitation back then. But the way the dentist administered the filling back then left a long lasting effect on me that I still shiver whenever I recounted the story.

First of all, he injected some sort of anasthetic into my gum, supposedly so that I won’t feel any pain from the procedure. Fine, I thought. This is nothing new. The anasthetic later had the effect of temporarily paralysing half of my face for half a day that I didn’t look too much different from Quasimodo from Hunchback of Notre Dame. The worst part actually came when the tooth drilling started in earnest, and guess what, it was bloody painful! I tried not to show any agitation at first, trying to preserve my male masochism the best I can. But it came to a point when I felt like the drilling actually hit a NERVE in my gum that I reactively screamed in pain. I can’t recall what the dentist said or reacted to my agony at the time as I was too absorbed by the pain. To make matters worse, all this happened about 3 days before my A-Levels exams. It had a traumatic effect on me, and the whole episode was enough to give me a life long phobia of the dentist.


A case of bad anasthetic...

My phobia however almost had a serious consequence. The filling done by the dentist who scared me to life unfortunately came off after only 2 more years, and this time I was understandably too hesitant to do anything about it. I decided to leave the cavity uncapped, to the detriment of the tooth and gum. It was getting increasingly painful whenever I accidentaly chomped my food with that particular tooth. My gum in that particular area had bled frequently and it was beginning to excrete puss. My breath was getting foul by the day, and I then decided enough was enough. I gathered my courage and braced myself for a dental visit 3 years ago. My tooth managed to be saved, just barely. The dentist said it was almost too late when I finally decided to do something about it, and he thought at first that the tooth had to be extracted. He performed a root canal treatment on it, and I was left with a lesson that such fears, irrational or rational it may be, needs to be conquered if I were to avoid getting myself into such a situation again.

Which brought me to my first visit to the dentist in 3 years yesterday.

The visit this time was more due to routine however. I know the common advice for a regular dentist visit should be done once every 6 months, and believe me I have been psyching myself to do that all the time. But time and time again I would find a convenient excuse not to go. The visit this time was triggered by my wife who had a minor complaint about an ache to her premolar tooth as well. So we went...


"Argghh... doctor, that is not the right tooth!" One of the common fears for those suffering from dental phobia

Getting seated on the dentist’s chair never fails to get my heart racing. Good thing the dentist didn’t find anything wrong with my teeth to warrant any serious procedure, so I was just up for scaling. It had been a long while since I had scaling of my teeth anyway.

There was an interesting fact that I learnt from the visit. The dentist took a quick look at my teeth and asked if I was a smoker. The question took me by surprise because I do not smoke. She said my teeth were stained, which is usually brought about by smoking. She then asked if I drank tea. Yeah, of course. I used to be an addict to teh tarik. She said tea is also responsible in leaving stains on teeth, especially the cheap teas with hypermarket brands that you buy from Tescos or Giant, as it is filled with colourings. She adviced that it is advisable to gargle after taking tea to make sure that the stains does not stick and stay on your teeth. Hmm... I never knew that.

The scaling exercise felt forever. And I didn’t know it could be quite an agonising experience either. I have sensitive teeth you see, and I would even cringe in discomfort when gargling cold water because of it. But it was all worth it in the end. After what seem like forever, my teeth had lost all its stains and my mouth felt so clean. And suddenly braving myself for this visit seem all worth it.


My blindingly shiny teeth afterwards...

Will I see the dentist again in 6 months? Hmmm... somehow the prospect doesn't seem so scary anymore.

Morning Babble

My company will hold its Raya Open House for the staffs today at one of the hotels in KL, and everyone's asked to turn up with their spankiest outfit. The Open House is scheduled to take place in the afternoon after the Friday prayers but I believe given the excitement and huha that has come with its anticipation, not much can be established in the office in the morning. As you can imagine, the women have started congregating amongst them comparing their latest fashionable baju kurung/kebaya and accessories that they (perhaps quietly) wish will be the envy of the other women and attraction of the men. Ntah le.. I do find this behaviour rather funny and so woman-like. It's like "see, see, look at what I'm wearing", or "hopefully this is good enough to land me the best dressed female prize". Haiyaa... the things that women crave for just baffles me.

Anyway, on the office front I've almost come to terms with the situation here. The trick is to keep a stone face and just keep moving on, regardless if the deadline has passed or not. I am not saying deadlines are not important, coz if I do think that I might as well work for AirAsia and not this company I'm working in now. But I'm not going to kill myself stretching myself any thinner as I already have now because it's crazy. I just have to keep marching on and hope that my sanity will still preserve at the end of it all. As it is, the stress that I'm experiencing has resulted in some behaviours of mine that resembles a female suffering from PMS.

Yeah, I get annoyed over the simplest things these days. Things like the women in the office busying themselves over petty stuffs like their baju raya. Or the boss talking nonsense about the company's Corporate Agenda in the department meeting yesterday. Ntah le.. in a way I don't mind feeling this way because it is a sign that I'm always on my toes, thus my nerves are more easily touched than usual. I've just been clenching my teeth and say it's ok and it's not their fault. And to help me calm myself, I've been playing lounge music on my PC, although I've just found out that it has made my colleague sitting next to me sleepy. Bet she's annoyed with me too now...

There's nothing like sharing your annoyance with the people around you. Hehe...

If

I love this poem by Rudyard Kipling. It is a good poem to lift the spirits when you're down in the dumps and self doubts begin to creep in. Something classy to recite when you want to reassure someone who needs upliftings words. A good reminder for one not to lose his/her head in the hardest adversity, or even when in the grandest of triumphs. It is a poem that tells the differences between a boy and a man.

Enjoy.

If...
by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man my son!