that near-to-death experience

Okay, the title is indeed a dramatic one. Over-the-top. So sue me.

I went to the dentist last Saturday. Horri-freaking-fying. Seriously. I'll let these screen captures tell you the story.

 Note: Read from the  bottom.

Note: Read from the  bottom.

Yes, I had a tooth removed. And yes, I am scared of dentist. I avoid going to dentist as long as I can. Always have bad experience with dentist. Since I was a little girl. Yeah, yeah, I'm a wimp. Don't have to tell me twice.

And here are some of the response I got from my *ehem* wimpy *ehem* tweets.

Now go laugh at me.

why i love twitter

I just love love love Twitter. Really, I do. That is why you are seeing less and less of me around nowadays. I run out of things to say here because I rant too much on Twitter. Oh, how I can rant on Twitter! Kenapa, tak percaya? Just check with this guy, or my cousin. They can verify that I rant almost daily on Twitter. I even rage on Twitter. Seriously. And when I rage, my words can be really err... fancy? Or colorful? Err...

I love Twitter mostly because I could just say whatever that pops into my head at anytime. When I'm sad, happy or pissed off, I could just share it with Twitter. And most of the times, I will get instant reply or comments. How awesome is that? Bukan macam blog, dua tiga hari baru ada orang nak komen. And news travel much much faster on Twitter than CNN or BBC or the likes. Earthquakes, traffic jams, riots, deaths... you name it, you got it seconds after it happened. I like to keep my self up to date, you know.

And then there is this thing I call Twitter-rage where I just let my anger spilled. Where I just curse and curse and curse. There are some things I won't say here and on Facebook but I will say it in Twitter. Why? Simply because there are still lots of people are Twitter-blind. So I can rant and curse for all I like... for now. I have free rein as to what I say on my Twitter. And I can be as wacky as I want. And I can surely maki ikut suka hati aku towards certain person. Don't tell anyone, okay?

Hey, if you have Twitter, give me a holler. Kalau setakat register akaun fake semata-mata nak follow aku so that you can know what I say and then spread it to other people, you can go to hell. Find a life. If you can.

tweet, tweet

One of my friends YM-ed me a while ago. First thing he said is "Can you not tweet so often?". I was a bit baffled. First of all, he doesn't have a Twitter account (as far as I know). Second of all, he reads my tweets? You see, he's not that type to read all this mundane stuff. He doesn't even read my blog (I hope!). So you see, I am curious as to why he's reading my tweets and why, above all things, should I not tweet "so often"?

"But why?" I asked. He typed the smiley icon. "Your tweets are funny," he replied. Ahah! A compliment! I typed the wide grin icon. "So you read my tweets?" I had to confirm it, of course.

"Since you unprotected your tweets, yeah. You're so normal, you make me laugh sometimes." Uh, wait, what's that supposed to mean? I'm normal and funny, or, I'm so normal it's funny? Ugh. Even I am confused now!

"So then why should I tweet less?"
"Because it's becoming sort of an addiction to me. And I feel this urge to open a Twitter account just so that I can follow you." Hah! Could it be that I'm luring people to the dark side now? You know... like this one good friend, who has embraced the world of Twitter. Hahaha! Got me smiling alright, @WaniTealeaf.

So maybe I could entice another person to come to the dark side? Mmm. We'll see *rubbing hand gleefully while smiling slyly*.