January 4, the day…
…I started to….
- eat champorado and/or mashed veggies for lunch
- talk like my niece when she was 3 years old
- smile like a dog
… I stopped …
- eating ate neneng’s pork chop
- munching potato chips and other junkie stuff
- buying popcorn
A day forvever etched in my mind because that was the day I bravely sat on a dentist’s chair, hoping (as in) that I did not sacrifice one of my bicuspids in vain. The day I got my dental braces.
Dentist A : A baby tooth? At your age? Amazing… but we have to do something about it. Like, extract it. Then maybe…
Dentist B: Your gumline and teeth don’t match. You even have a supernumerary. What did your mother gave you while you were still a kid? Sumobra ata ang calcium and flouride intake mo. Hehehehe!
Dentist C: Tsk. tsk. Off-centered and crooked… unlike your sisters’.
My reaction to all these: Deadma. As if I care. So what? Di naman ako mamamatay dahil dyan. UNTIL the dentist of my younger sister had a good look at my teeth and said the magic words “… possible loss of…” Huh?! Time stopped, I researched, called friends, gathered my resources, bundled up my courage…
Now im totally deprived of crispy and chewy food! Im getting thinner. Feels uncomfortable whenever i talk, masakit nga minsan. I talk funny. I even look funny. (And its not funny!)
tene-nene-neeeng- tenene-nenenene-nene- nene-neeeng — dear ate helen...
Bitter lang talaga ako kasi dinner ni housemate #1 ay pork chop — seasoned and fried to perfection. Akin, tuna flakes na naman. Di biro ‘to, ate helen. Hinde… INGGIT na INGGIT akooo!