More than ever now, there is an uttermost desire to have the entire collection of Simpsons and Futurama in hand, since the holidays are placed as such that there are no open houses to attend to for the first three days. Through Spongebob's brilliant i m a g i n a t i o n box, one could imagine the sight of another (read: me) munching on CNY delights incessantly as the clips are rolling. A well known route from the plastic container to the mouth that resembles so much like a character in the Pacman game.

Speaking of which, complete deprivation of gaming consoles since the age of 8 could turn one into a parent who snatches the controller away from his or her child to satiate his or her own gaming desire within. Although, not so much of Barbie or Resident Evil (see, balance of different gender picks!) games, but more of the deeply missed Super Mario world. Perhaps the purchase of a portable gaming device should be very well considered once cash flows in from a *ahem* renowned clinic. Although so, there would be such minimal time allowance for little pleasures as such considering the clinic will be *cough* filled with complete dental transformation hopefuls.

The question on how can one stand the sight of another's mouth daily, is answered simply by the pleasure of correcting it. At the end of a surgery, imagine the satisfaction felt by both doctor and patient - now with a reconstructed pair of 16s that made him a little poorer, happier nonetheless. Being someone who wants so much to let others flash their pearly whites in pictures, ironically, almost never do you find me in a picture like so. The slits that some may address as eyes, are almost invisible under such circumstances.

Once again, a Friday whereby the slits mentioned above will out of others' sights :)