I promise

this blog is not dead. the owner is just lazy.

Plus I had a refill at the dentist today. Refill—took out old cavity fillings and replaced with new shiny cosmetic white plastic based ones. So that when I yell at someone, they don't focus on the visibly awful black mercury fillings in my last few Molar teeth I had since I was a child.

Speaking of which, I totally cannot erased the memory of our Primary school dentist. That dingy so-called dental office located in the other school next door always smells musky. Filled with totally out dated equipment (I knew even when I was a kid as the same loathsome chair was never upgraded for like 6 years) and dizzy ceiling lights. I think she is not even a dentist. She seemed more like a dental hygienist who hates kids. I know she hates kids because she doesn't care how we feel. She doesn't need our parents' consent to do any dental work on us, which I think is total BULLSHIT.

She extracts our tooth whenever she think is appropriate and she gives us POISONOUS MERCURY cavity fillings without thinking twice. How do I know? I went to a dentist in USA a few years ago who told me:

"You should change those fillings."

"Why?" I asked.

"They look like they are starting to chip off on the edges. They are probably old right? And they are mercury-based."

"That sounds poisonous!"

"They were only poisonous when they first put it in... ..."

Inside voice: WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!

He continued:"Also, I can't even just throw them away. By law, I have to dispose of them in a safe procedure because of the mercury."

Inside voice: 1000000000 x WHAT THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!!!

I know now that I am a victim of a psycho dentist hygienist, who probably wasn't smart enough to be a real dentist, hated kids and chose to freaking drill into our teeth like there is no tomorrow. My cavities were probably not even alarming at all. But I was just unfortunate. I was poisoned as a child and maybe, I feel like going back to the country, sue the Ministry for negligence. The mercury had probably entered my blood stream and cause some deficiency that I will find out later in my life. Which will probably be too late.

The sad truth is, I wasn't the only victim.