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Richard is easy to deal with.

If you him to listen to you, give him food.

If you want some advice, make sure that you follow whatever he tells you.

That’s it.

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Wisdom Tooth

Last week was a very weird week. Monday started out really slow. I was feeling very odd, and I was cross most of the time. I kept on snapping at people for the smallest things. I was also silent most of the day because I had a hard time reviewing essays and giving my comments. I felt so dumb that day. Little did I know that it would be the start of a very painful tooth ache.

At around 3:00 PM, I started feeling pain from my right molar. A few years back, I seemed to have broken my tooth, my right wisdom tooth, while eating sisig, a local dish. I just ignored it until this month, my tooth ached. Before I went home, I asked my supervisor if I could take the day off so that I could have my tooth fixed. Luckily, she told me that I could work from home so that I could still do my job and go to the dentist.

Tuesday afternoon, I went to the dentist and had my molar fixed. She said that the tooth has cracked and I only had 3 parts of the tooth left because I left the crack untreated for so long. Good thing, yet again, that the dentist can still fix it with light cure fillings. However, I can’t bite on anything hard anymore. She told me that I need to take care not to do that so that the tooth won’t shatter.

Wednesday came, and I went back to work, feeling all happy and jolly. I said good morning to my officemates, and after an hour of sitting at my desk, a very funny realization hit me:

I think I acted foolishly because of my tooth ache. The tooth that shattered was my wisdom tooth. When I got it fixed, I felt alright! My work felt easier to do because, probably, my wisdom came back when my wisdom tooth got fixed. LOL!

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A Cockroach Story

Sometime two weeks ago, I saw a cockroach crawling underneath our washing machine. I know, this might not be the best choice for a blog entry since you might think that I am sloppy but this is actually very disturbing.

Knowing that its really not a good thing to have a cockroach in the house, I asked my kid cousin to swat the unholy creature dead. After a considerable amount of crawling to dodge the swat of death, the cockroach finally managed to stay still long enough for my cousin to kill it. Thinking that he already swept the dead insect, I turned to more pressing issues, i.e. the game show I was watching and I forgot all about it.

Evening came and I noticed that the little rascal was still there, dead and flat on the floor. However, I didn't want to sweep the germ-infested thing so I left it to my sister. While watching TV later on, my sister called me in a distressed and excited scream and she was laughing she asked me to guess what happened to her. I told her I had no clue and patience to guess so she energetically told me that our dead little cockroach was taken by another cockroach. This might be our hard evidence that cockroaches, over the millenia, have developed a culture and became civilized enough to claim and bury their dead.

Freaky huh?! I am still haunted by the thought. Brrrrr....

A few days later, my sister reported that the cockroach was returned to the original spot where it lay dead. She saw another cockroach dragging the dead one while she was sweeping.

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