As a child, I was always the brave one - scared to go ice skating but always welcoming a chance to go to the dentists. Don't think me freaky, but going to the dentist meant squeaky clean teeth, that was always nice to look at.
But as I waited in the Reception, visions of the evil dentist from 'Little Shop of Horrors' sprang up and I started hyperventilating (inside my head of course, I'm not that weird). For today was the day I was getting two of my teeth REMOVED!
I got called up and willed my brain to think of Yonghwa (yep, even in my mental state I think of Korean idols). Sat down. Breathe in. Breathe out. It was all going fine until the Dentist said, ' Okay I'm putting a numbing cream and then I'm going to inject you with anaesthesia. It is going to hurt.' By then I was so relaxed, I had entered my Zen mode, so nothing actually registered - until she actually jabbed it in. It wasn't that bad, just like the shots I got a couple of months except this ones in my gums. Two jabs in the upper jaw. Three in the bottom, cause it just didn't want to numb.
Then came the shoving and prodding. 'Oh, this won't hurt. You'll feel a lot of pressure, but it should be fine.' That's what she said. The poking finished, the teeth was loose. Her assistant hands her the stuff from your nightmares - you know the spanner-like object used to PULL teeth out. I take one look at it and start crying.
Bawling my eyes out, silently of course, cause I'm a lady. In goes the contraption and I can feel more shoving and pulling and poking and pulling. I am crying. The assistant holds my jaw steady and tells me to inhale and exhale deeply and close my eyes. I close my eyes. Breathe in. Breathe out. It's out.
Now time for the bottom tooth. Pretty much the same as above, except less crying and scarier and bigger contraption. To be honest, I don't even feel the pulling as much. Must have overdosed on the anaesthethic.
With a cotton wad inserted between my newly formed two holes, I get sent on my way with the thought that I have two more teeth to pull out. Damn it.
Well, our science teacher had a light bulb idea and came up with a new method of assessing us about evolution. So the task was passed out and after the few compulsory groans and moans, I began to read the sheet. At first I was like, 'Whoaa, too many words. Brain Overload.' And then I proceeded to shove the sheet hastily inside my diary, promptly forgotten until I would happen to chance upon it. Whaddya know, when I get home I have nothing to do. Look through my diary and out falls the sheet. Then I REALLY begin to read it and click through all the sites indicated there.
It was about my absolute favourite food/drink of all time : MILK!
The sheet went on and on about how only 25% of the World's population actually can digest milk as adults. And that lucky few were mainly originated from Europe.(almost 100% people in Europe can digest milk). And that lead me towards my theory:
Since I have passed childhood and am clearly only two years short of adulthood, I am lactose tolerant (people that can digest milk after childhood). So that got me thinking. No one in my family can digest milk, I mean NO ONE. And considering how big Asian families are normally are, that is saying a lot. Then I thought,' Hang on, does this mean I maybe descended from Europeans?' That then lead me to,'Omg, does this mean I have some long lost aristocrat relative from Europe and I am the last of the line and soon will have a wonderful title endowed upon me and masses of wealth?!!'
Yes, my overactive imagination. From milk to titles. *Sigh.
But then again it won't be bad to be a Duchess.
Or it could also mean, I have some sorta genetic glitch. But I prefer the former.
Just the average night with my brother, watching ABC3 when Horrible Histories. There used to be a time when I would be like, 'Eww...that show is *insert obscene face*.' But one day I really started watching it.
First thing I noticed, was Matthew Baynton. Oh God, why oh why, isn't he in some major Hollywood picture starring along Keria Knightly? ( They would make such a cute couple!) The talents he has, the looks - hell yeah. If I had my own list of the 100 sexiest men alive, he would definately make the top 10.
Second thing, the show is brilliant. Not only does it make learning about history fun, it is hilarious! Watching this, gives history a whole new dimension and not something which is like, 'Yeah, whatever. Who cares, didn't it happen like a million years ago?' History I liked before. Now I like it even more. And may I dare say it, I LOVE it.
Thirdly, Matthew Baynton writes the series. Is he talented or what?! and he sings as well and has his own band and everything and even a solo career!
Lots of Bayntony Love,
Cherry.
The Uberly talented Matthew Baynton
Classic British boy, eh? I see, Collin Firth in him.
Where do I begin with 'Heartstrings'?
Yonghwa. That girl from You're Beautiful with the annoying voice.
The essence of the drama is good, but it's going too fast. Beacause the main girl got herself into an accident, the Drama was cut down to 15 episodes. And so, they are trying to fit everything into the last 2 episodes. To be fair though, this drama has everything ( minus action ) that a good drama needs: love, fights and more tension. Plus Yonghwa singing and being all lovey-dovey isn't at all a bad thing. I'd say Heartstrings is a cross between Boys over Flowers and Dream high (Both very awesome dramas. Check them out!)
