Waking up from my nap on the bus, I begin to wonder to myself if I missed my bus stop, but apparently not. Heaving a sigh of relief, I checked the map on my phone and I was just two bus stops away from my destination. Everything feels so dead, so mundane, so normal. I wondered to myself how am I going to find the building in the central business district and brushed off the worries as I reasoned to myself that I would vaguely remember the place. It's been close to half a year since I've visited the dentist.  It's funny how I always drive to the dentist and this time I feel so lost because I am going by public transport instead. Whipped out my ipod touch from my pocket and increased the volume of my music. Now everyone else seems so much quieter, more peaceful, although I was playing house and electro mixes into my ears. Mum deems that sort of genre as 'noise'. I do love classical and orchestral music too. Just not pop. Not really.

After a few wrong turns, I finally reached the the dentist. Nothing was going in my head, its like I am blankly walking around, just knowing in my head that I have things to do. It's funny though, that in the morning, I took the Carl Jung personality test and once again got ENFJ.


Staring blankly at the results on my screen, I wondered why I got the same results when I felt like I was numbing my emotions. Guess some things never change? Or maybe not yet. I compared it with my previous results and they were still pretty similar. Kind of felt that based on the results, I became even more ENFJ, given the increase in percentages. Extravertness shot up?! Mind you I always take the test and answer the questions in a snap to give myself the best gauge.


"Hey, you're early for the appointment, your mum is coming later?" I simply smiled and replied "yeah! I'll just wait around, it's fine."

30 minutes of waiting and it is now my turn for the dentist. I was picturing the usual jovial person I am always greeted with, remembering the time I coincidentally bumped into him at the sports science clinic in the hospital. He has knee injury too. "How are you doing! Been busy in school?" the first thought that came to my mind was: what is school?! Ugh don't remind me of those early mornings that I have to wake up to... I told him how my eye bags spoke everything, that I had to wake up for 8.30am lessons everyday. "Aww come on! That's what we did when we were taking a professional degree! I had to wake up for 8am lessons and when we ended at 5, we had lab sessions from 6 all the way into the night." First thought of mine? Oh God... Sure we are blessed then! Although I still replied him "yeah but it is still such a dragggggg" dragging the last word in my sentence. This is probably the most emotionally charged sentence of my trip to the dentist.

"Okay! Come get in the chair, let's start! How's the lessons though?" As I got off the chair and into the dentist chair, adjusting myself and being comfy, "lessons are pretty fun though, sometimes. Unless they are theory. Then again some are dry but yet interesting... Some, the other way round. Ah, all is good lah." In my mind, I was wondering to myself if I was even making any sense, still feeling kind of drowsy despite having a good sleep last night. "Ah okay, okay, that doesn't sound too bad, it's like that one lah! Come let's take a look at your teeth!"

The assistant chuckled as she latches the headphones onto my ears and puts on these laboratory looking shades over my eyes. The music begins to play.

Ah, it's Michael Bublé again.