Fugs Night Out

There're so many untitled posts, i thought November shouldn't start on ambiguity. There're thousand and one things that has been going on in my life, and running through this empty shell of mine, but Sat's dinner with TheFuglies, my poly khakis, shall be the highlight.

Saturday evening.

It was uber nice of dd (just for you, ms ng. he still remains one of my highlights la) to send me to RCity, at the expense of $2 ERP, notsoaringanymorebutstillveryexpensive petrol and getting caught in a jam while making his way to pick up mum and dad his parents. Our meeting time was 7pm, and I felt so bad for being 8mins late for the rest were waiting since 6.30pm, some even longer for they came from work.

I was so tickled when we were catching up on what we do at work, how frustrated they we get with the assistants and someone eventually came up with a 3 point sermon describing her 'nurse' in full glory. It was funny with our warped sense of humor, coupled with really idiotic facial expressions. We were at the innermost area of the eatery, shielded from the shuffling feets and chatters of the Saturday crowd. But i guess we were quite loud, and probably irritated the diners on the other table.

As much as i see it as a long overdue bonding session, i cant deny it was a mini birthday celebration. How else can one have explanation for cake, candles and presents!?



I like the night dresses and necklace they bought me. The company that night was awesome. We can be out of touch for so damn long, but there're always stupid questions to ask, awkard silences to break, eyes to roll and things to eat! Pity they had to leave early; Carmen and i were left to bitch the night away.

I being a really practical being had one of the two identical necklaces exchanged. I had wanted to work within that receipt, but couldnt resist the bag i had wanted for the longest time-dates back to July! I have been a naughty girl; its time to curb such lavish spendings and start building my dwindled bank account.

I always get what i really want. Things that i really like/want have a space in my iPh0t0. If i can see it, i can have it.

Carmen and i were having a good chat at *$. That woman had to tempt me with chatting till unearthly hours, waking me up for breakfast and promising to be a good host! She accompanied me home while i unloaded barang and packed for work on Sun. I like the clean concept of her new 140 sqM flat. It was so much love and fun i think girls should always have stay-overs. She was such a good host i felt like going on medical leave!
Responsibility issues took over. Had dinner after work, lazed for abit and collapsed on the bed.

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Some dental talk.

Recently, i started doing a quick perio probing for almost every patient after scaling. The results are astonishing. Most have 5-8mm pocketing on their posteriors and have to be placed under Initial Periodontal Therapy; return for full periodontal charting, LA S and take an OPG if needed. I cant imagine the number periodontitis cases silently killing everyone, patients leaving the dental chair thinking, 'my gums just got tickled again by that pretty thing!

45mins ago, MY BROTHER PROMISED TO GET ME MILKTEA ON THE WAY UP FROM LUNCH AND HE JUST SAID, " I DIDNT WALK PASS THE SHOP ". WHAT FUCK! Time now: 1.45pm.

Coming back from foul language, measuring standard deviation of .99 away from dental talk.

I need to do something bout this.
In a 45mins appointment slot, i have to complete cleaning (and all that getting up to rest and rinse) in 35mins and have 10mins for a quick perio probing and patient education.

I hope this isnt a hype that brings me back to being a scaling-prophyjet mechanic. Because doing all that full perio charting and patient education is so old school; it is exactly what we dread during school days.
But what if this is the standard of care the boss has a vision for? What if you're the boss? Will you make it happen?