When You Encounter Bad Things

It is very pathetic, for someone to have bad days in a row. Or in other words, to have a bad week. And that someone, my friend, is the very person you know, the very person who is behind these words.

That was me.

First thing first, the final tests. There's NOTHING worse that this thing. But everything will get worse if you: a) Are having a toothache, b) Met up with a girl that suits your type.

Yes, finally I've paid visit to the dentist. And what I got is a pathetic, exceeded pain that lasts for 5 days or what (Until NOW). The dentist said that everything will be alright; and I tried to trust on her but I simply can't. And from my 2 brief visits, I have got bad things besides the pain itself. I've tasted a drill inside my mouth, needles, and even a superbly long hose.

And I've got the followings.

DEAR MRS. DENTIST, I SUGGEST YOU TO:
01. Reduce your blinding light.
02. Tell your patient when to open or close your mouth; I ended up opening my mouth for around an hour.
03. Do NEVER put a loud-roaring engine inside your practice space, that surely surprises your patient.
04. Install an Air-Conditioner within the space.
05. Strawberry or Chocolate flavored serum.
06. Not asking stuffs to your patient.

Among others. And what is pathetic is the fact that the dentist did those things to me. Yes, she entangled me in a conversation while she was checking into my mouth.

Dentist: (Checking my mouth) "Does that hurt?"
Me: (Mouth opened) "Uh-uh."
Dentist: (Injecting my tooth) "Did you use this side for eating?"
Me: (Mouth opened) "Nuh-uh."
Dentist: (Putting a hose into my mouth) "Hey, did you come to the choir rehearsal yesterday?"
Me: (Hose inside my mouth) "Ah-nuh."

And so on. Even though I just needed to say "Yes" or "No", but with your mouth opened and stuffs inside it, you can barely say a word. And your head must stay still, so you can't nod or shake your head for the answer. And I'm pretty sure, the dentist didn't know which one is "Yes", "No", or "Quite".

So that was my first sadness, and I should come there again for the third check. Duh.

And then, several days ago, I was strolling around the city and through into a plaza. I was rushing to the restroom to wash my face, since I slept in the car and I surely needed a face-wash to got rid of the sleepy effect on my face.

Then this girl came through, and walked in front of me.

On why meeting up with a girl is a bad thing:
You will be thinking of her for at least 3 days ahead. And since it's meeting without stopping; not knowing, bigger chance comes to 'You won't meet her again'.

Yeah, so she was clearly my type (But I can't describe the type, but I know of it). Oddly enough, she dressed in pink too. Maybe she was that girl, but I guess she's another. But I don't know for sure, since both are my type, so both may look similar.

She was walking to the restroom, too. And she walked VERY fast. I'm telling you, the way to the restrooms was this narrow, and quite-long and intricate dim alley. She was walking in front of me, so I must be behind her (Of course!?). I kept our distance for around 3 meters.

And suddenly, she turned her head back and stared at me.

She turned her head for around 5 times along her journey to the restroom. And I could tell she was looking at me, since there was no one other behind. Unless she got sixth-sense or what. And what I'm afraid of, is if she thought that I was stalking her.

Yeah, that's possible. But I was glad she looked back at me. Though I didn't know what was in her thoughts. And that was before we both arrived in front of the restrooms: female's straight ahead, and male's on the right.

And she turned right.

I stopped at the corner of the alley, and waited there. Uh-oh. I surely didn't want to get into that room with a girl inside. 10 seconds, and she ran out of the room, glanced at me, and rushed toward the female's.

Tongue in cheek.

I could see her pretty face blushed red. Then slowly I strode into the room, washed my face, and went out. I stepped my feet back into the alley, and the girl had just come out and quickly walked away. Again, she glanced at me. But at the end of the alley, I turned left and she turned right. So that was the end of that strange meeting, and I spent my time wandering around with the hope to see that girl again.

But I didn't.

So I classified that as a bad thing. Really, it was a bad thing to be in such situation. And worse, you didn't know what to do. So, it indeed was really a bad thing.

Well, the repeated thrice 'bad thing' should be a very clear indication.