Flossed my filling out

Hmm.. just a little bit harder, I told myself. There's still something stuck there.

Aha, got it! *Tugs on dental floss to dislodge offending article*

Recoils in horror as reality sinks in, that a tooth filling had come off, leaving a visible hole.

Oh shit. Can it wait a month more? Would I find myself unable to sleep because of some excruciating pain in a week or so, and have to bear several nights of discomfort while I have to wait for an appointment? Already I think that I'm feeling something, but I think it is nothing more than psychologically imagined pain. I wonder if the NHS still remembers me; I registered for the dentist a few years ago at a distant practise, but never went. No, not because I have immaculate teeth that have needed no attention for that long (how I wish!), but because I did my check ups back in Malaysia over the summers.

Oh dear oh dear. To sleep for now, though. Work beckons in the morning. For some weird reason a highly inappropriate song just popped into my head. Gah.

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Weird Al Yankovic - Cavity Search Lyrics (Selected Portions)

Listen to the Muzak
Hearin' people scream
Sittin' in the waiting room
Readin' crappy magazines
With a toothache
This is it, pal
Root Canal

My molars are impacted
I'm gettin' gum disease
I'm gonna need some fillings
Got twelve cavities
Can you help me
Have mercy
Doctor, please

My teeth are a fright
Got a huge overbite
Numb me, drill me
Floss me, bill me

You jab at my nerve endings
It's driving me insane
Just give me nitrous oxide
Shoot me up with novocaine
Help me out here'
Cause I'm so severe
Pain

Please stop for a bit
Let me rinse and spit
Numb me, drill me
Floss me, bill me

Hot Salt Beef Beigel

Hidden away in small corner of London is arguably one of the best (and very well priced!) hot salt beef beigels in the world. Beigel is an alternative (Hebrew?) word to bagel, and given that the shop is located in what used to be a heavily Jewish location, no surprises there.

There are two shops which serve this particular dish and they are almost next to each other. The one on the left claims to be older and better, but everyone seems to be heading next door.

The first. But not necessarily the best?

This is what you want. Yes, its open 24 hours 7 days a week, except for certain holidays if I am not mistaken. This place is kosher.

I tried some of their pastries and they are not bad, and cheap too!

A member of staff carving my hot salt beef beigel sandwich.

I was hungry, the sandwich was twice as big as the beigel and at £2.90, only 60p extra! The bread is of course, inferior to the beigel.

Immensely satisfying on an autumn's day, with slices of pickled gherkins and sharp pungent mustard to go with it. Not to mention the generous hunks of meat that you get in comparison to the pathetic 1mm thick 'salt beef' that you get at most places. And two times bigger than the salt beef sandwich at Selfridges (where the equivalent size goes for almost £13). A must try if you are around Square Mile.

Warning: The surrounding areas has nuances of Camden Town, if you get what I mean.

Beigel Bake Brick Lane Bakery (Jewish 'cuisine')
159 Brick Lane
Central London
Nearest Underground: Liverpool St station.

p.s. By the way, if you ever happen to exit the Liverpool St station along Bishopsgate Road and take a look at the building right next to the station, I am sure many Malaysians will find the building disturbingly similar to something in the Klang Valley.


Sorry, my mobile phone's focal range is not wide enough. Still not familiar? Hint: It is a fairly recent building in Malaysia. Or right click on the picture to obtain a second hint.

One plus one equals three

'Could I have a whole chicken, but could you trim it into half for me, please.'
'I can't do that'
'I'm sorry?'
'If I do that, I would have to charge you for two halves, instead of a whole chicken.' That would be, I don't know, 70 pence extra?

I frowned. 'Really,' I replied, flatly.
'I'm afraid so'
'Well, I'm still buying a whole chicken, I don't see anything wrong with cutting it into half'.
'I can't do that'
'Fine, give me a whole chicken instead.' I was extremely annoyed. I had been buying the roast chicken on and off for the past year or so and never faced this rubbish before. 'Is this recent?'
She muttered something that vaguely sounded like yes.

The next time I was there, the counter was staffed by different people.
'Could I have a whole roast chicken, and could you please trim it into two halves for me?'
I got two halves, as requested. And charged for a whole chicken, not two halves.

24 Season 5

I'll probably not be blogging much over the next week or so. Okay, I know I haven't been blogging much the past month or so either, but I've been extremely busy.

My latest excuse?


Image borrowed from Amazon.co.uk (because I'm blogging from work and I haven't taken a picture of the actual DVD boxset that I have at home) .

I'm tempted to take a couple day's leave suddenly.

Guy Fawkes 2006

How did you spend Guy Fawkes?

I spent the evening taking pictures at Battersea, along the Chelsea Embankment. We were feeling cheap so we did not pay the £5 to enter the park (thus missing on the bonfire and some of the fireworks), but nevertheless it was a nice evening and less cold than it was last year at Waterloo.

What's with the Picture? RM12 for Kookai?

I'm just a bit bored, so here's some visual trivia:

Picture taken at the foot of Montmatre, Paris.

What's wrong with the picture? Sorry ladies, I know that the thought of getting a piece of Kookai clothing for RM12 must be getting you all wet, but there's something else even more scandalous to the picture!

Where is the KFC

'Right, where will we be going for lunch later?'
'KFC, is that alright?'
'Of course it is, which branch? The one at Marble Arch?'
'Nah, that's way too far'
'There's always the bus'
'Thing is, we need to withdraw some cash first. We'll then be walking to the KFC past Oxford Circus'
'The one inside the small shopping plaza?'
'Errr, no, its by the road' *Blank look*
'Okay, don't worry, I'll be there later', I replied, with a tiny frown as I tried to recall seeing a KFC in that direction.

Later:

'Heya, where are you all?' I was walking as fast as my formal shoes would allow me.
'Just about to start tucking into the chicken'
'Right, because I don't quite see any KFC anywhere near the bank. Just a McD's '
'It should be there, maybe a minute or so further up'

I walked on and continued to look around me, and I passed the Plaza. I thought to myself: This has to be it. There is no bloody KFC store along the road.

'Right, I'm at the KFC. But I don't see you'
'Hang on, I'm coming upstairs from the lounge'

'Lounge? There's no lounge here,' I commented as I looked around the food court setting, and feeling the bottom of my feet burning from all that walking. 'I... don't think we're quite at the same place, are we?'

'Oh crap, we're at the Marble Arch branch! Oh no....'
-__- 'Just you wait....!'