Drilling Dentist

I went for a dental appointment, it being part of my entitlement with my staff pass. How often do you make dental appointments with a cosy and appealling outfit like Lee and Lee? Perhaps in this part of the world any service by such names just exudes a supreme sense of prestige and assurance. It was about a quarter of an hour of train ride from where I live. And I would not have to pay for it, I reflected with a wan smile.

Happily.

The view out of the full length window was made fader by the country wide haze, nowhere as clear and sweet as the pretty dentist's voice. However, the sounds of drilling the dentist made are really loud. With my mouth stretched wide, she scraped and drilled in me, from many different angles. The tools shrieked like some apocalyptic alien machines. The loud difference a word can make in an otherwise soft statement. made.

Noisily.

You do the usual: lay down, sit up, spit blood, & gargle the rather consistently refilled plastic cup of water. The blood in the mini basin would probably shock some, but I have my way of dealing with it. So, tempted was I to ask the pretty dentist if I would die of excessive blood loss. But I knew it would not be wise to distract the dentist with impressions of, or reactions to, my silly pick up line kind of comments. Better to wait till it is finished. The cost of blood. For teeth cleaner, and I imagine, whiter than snow.

Faithfully.

I took the same lift down after I finished my appointment and proceeded en route to another. It struck me that while I have been doing a lot of mileage on the vertical scale, between the airless zeniths and the grooved hard ground, I have not done much elevator lifts. I have been exiled to the countryside for quite a while. Feels strange to be elevated without outside visuals. It is almost like a coffin; a coffin transports you on the vertical plane too, except the elevator has lights and buttons, and it takes more people at once.

Strangely.

Eighteen eighteen

I came on the eighteen and i left on the eighteen. Full circle? Really not quite. If only one always thinks more than one feels. Just a step away. And I know i can make it good. The chance is not spared. The circle is not full. Whatever. All things work for the good...

Heavenly Sword

Just completed the 1986 TVB drama serial rendition of Jin Yong's famous pugilistic novel: The Heavenly Sword and the Dragon Sabre.

I realised there was a discrepancy between the original novel ending and the drama serial. In the closing pages of the written novel, the protagonist Zhang Wu Ji was engaged in a refreshingly harmonious conversation with both Zhaomin and Zhou Zhirou. But the drama version depicts Zhang Wu Ji and Zhaomin roaming the world together hand in hand.

There was also an interesting line by Zhaomin when she told ZWJ that had he not come and look for her, she would simply 空杯以待，丫阁终老！which were not the author's original. Nevertheless it is a sweet and astounding line that is well weighted for their lyrical ending.

Intuitive Inception

I had won the last twenty games straight (yes I have been like a bullish market at the moment; maybe a few weeks down I'll lose twenty games straight) BUT this one game stood out. By the twentieth move I was already very impressed with this American by the nick of Professor MKA and I asked for his name: for he is a worthy opponent. However, I was coldly snubbed. The only reply I ever got was "You may win this" to which I was tempted to reply "I will win this". Disclaimer: I am never cocky to nice people. Anyway in this match I was dangerously losing my pieces, with the odds getting really stacked against me. Pretty scary. With a suffered force in a perilous and dangerously open position (just check out how my king was attacked "left/ right/ centre") I was about to crack and then I had a Tal Mikhail inspiration. I led my opponent into a deep dark forest with an intuitive sense of abandon. Check out the two instrumental rook sacrifices. A sense of suave quite like that of scoring a bicycle kick. Truly, as warned by experts, the french opening can lead to board wide chaos and fun not for the faint hearted.

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