Im back from hell

I had to go to the dentist after i went to the yoga class. There was one and half an hour gap between so i took the advantage to went to buy beads and those components as the 2 places are close. I have a "fetish" on the indian things, after my friend took me to eat the first traditional indian food made by local indian cooks. which was not general curry bought from supermarket and throw it to microwave kinda meal. After the magnetic meal, although still on the surface, i have been stuck to their cultures. My friend and i will stop and look around when we walk pass an indian shop. Most of the indians shops are opened by HK people here. I only saw one indian street stall off the beads street corner the other day but we didnt stop because we were in a rush. Therefore, this time i thought i would go find the shop. I followed the way in my memory but it was not there. With a disappointing feeling i went back to look for beads.
 
my mum has been hurrying me to make the earrings and braceletes as i promised to my friends. So now i have to make 3 pair of earrings and 2 bracelets but i was out of beads of different kinds. I dont like going to that "beads street", it is an industrial area with heaps of lorries, factories, building site workers and carbon dioxide in the air. Anyway, i still spent an hour there.  Then i was on the way to the dentist.
 
Im never afraid going to see any "kinds" of doctor since young, probably i have been going too many times. ( my mum used to call me "medicine bin", * trash goes to trash bin, medicine goes to medicine bin)lol I never understood why some kids would cry in the dentist clinic room before today. I went to hell and come back today! I had one big and 2 small holes to fill. I though it was as easy and fast like the normal check up! The dentist used the mini seesaw, pliers etc . i could only have a quick glance as i was lying down. Then the sound of the tools and splashing sounds of tooth fragments all came at once. The sounds vibrating to my ears as if my mouth was a building site.  :P The sore feeling from the tooth root was the most terrible. I just heard the doctor saying:' almost done, almost done...' The sore feeling was more intense as he dug deeper with the tool. my palms were sweating. I tried not to move. Now i can understand why children are so scared of going to dentists.