After years of insensitivity and numbness to criticisms albeit constructive, I found myself sitting on the dentist’s chair vulnerable to the agony of slight pain the tartar had left. I had been procrastinating to align the army of my teeth in “Attention!” aside from the fact that I lack the necessary funds to have a trainor and an adviser for that matter, to fully convince and support me that it is just like an ant’s bite.

I think I just want a makeover. Later I know that that makeover has already started with a good appetite. Yes, I now crave for whatever I could stuff my mouth until my stomach would irk that it could no longer hold.

Whatever drove me to venture to some thrills could have been because of the fact that I felt the boredom of my life nowadays, a solo flight.

All right but blood, yes, lots of blood. I fear not the sight of it but its farewell down to the sink.

“You have a new pair of shoes…”

No reaction, but a chemical reaction started to boil inside me igniting me for some sort of thrills on a rollercoaster. Surprises, anyone does not want them?

I did not want to look pleased while I searched for some new objects in the room which is also filled with shoeboxes and suddenly noticed the new box with a swoosh print. That was a nice pair of shoes! And the price was jaw-dropping (consider relativity here: for me, it was too expensive for a pair of shoes)…

Jaw dropped. Thrill subsided. The thought of myself wearing that thing gave me goosebumps. If someone dreamt of lying in the bed of bills and roses, I cant give a nerve to stomp of fresh bundle of money. I prefer the money and walk barefoot.

To refuse an offer that cant be turned down is rude. But that time I was rude to say that it is not a comfort for me to wear that. Yes, but I will try…

Maybe I am just being paranoid, looking for the side of the money that could be an addition to my plans for a new gadget…