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Why on earth it's very important? And, why the dentist always remind their patient to do it regularly? Check-up, cleaning, brushing, flossing and etc. Heck, one of the countless reason why you need to listen to your dentist is that...going to a dentist once you know that your teeth need a whole repair would cost you to swipe your credit card or might make your paycheck disappeared in just one go. Yeah, people- it's bloody expensive. Especially in Canada, dentists will gain a lot of income by just for one patient. Imagine if you have a hole that needs to fill, it cost you a hundred plus bucks or more. Depends on the area and the result of the x-ray. "Recently, I went to a dentist to have my whole teeth examined and oh-my-holy-teeth, the cost made my teeth broken into pieces. Okay, no kidding but what I mean was, it made my wallet lost its value. The fault was mine though, I never thought that flossing is very important ."  How to maintain healthy teeth and gums...

A woman without a purpose is like a tempestuous wind-- sometimes passionate, oftentimes uncontrolled, without knowing the limit. There are times that she becomes wild, which leads her to become impulsive, violent, and hysterical about the decisions in life. But, a woman of purpose is someone who can calm a tempestuous wind. She knows when to become passionate and when to draw her lines. She knows how to balance her decision without hurting the other. What drives her life? Hope, faith and love. A woman of purpose lives: She lives not in the past. S he understand guilt but she's not living by guilt. She can feel the anger but not living through it. Fear is natural for her but it's not her reason to stop. She aims life through God's wisdom than the world can offer. She doesn't need people's approval or what people may say. She follows good lead and she know her way through it. She stan...

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Yesterday, while watching a little girl in a pink bonnet and pink mittens, her soft- creamy scarf knotted neatly on her neck, with her hands gripping the chain attach to the swing, swung freely and cheerfully--- I saw her smiles, her small-uneven teeth and her unexplained happiness- how pure were her smiles, her deepest blue eyes admiring every pushed her mother made. Pure laughter. Little giggles. Pure child. Pure heart. Admiring the view and listening to her sweet laughter, my eyes were glued not on the child alone. My mind wanders through the swing, it was coming back and forth. Back and forth. The squeaking of metal, the rattling of the chains. The sounds. The snowflakes. And, the winds. Did she mind at all? She didn’t noticed. Careless. Carefree. And, happy. How I thought? How I wonder? Like the child and the swing, it described its meaning. Like me and the time. I was swinging through time, catching all the events of my life, watching the snow coming and going, wishin...

Do I need to say something? When these pictures tell all?

The first time I set my eyes on him, I thought it was love at first sight . Geez. Geez… that’s what I thought. Ah, well—who wouldn’t? Hot. Gorgeous. Oh, crap—those tantalizing eyes that took my breath away. And lips that could launch a thousand sighs ( tsek, tsek! ). Butterflies in my stomach flipping inside and out. My heart beating like a tambourine ( tsug! tsug! ). And I couldn’t take my eyes off him. What was wrong with me? Here’s the thing about Italians—they know they’re at the top of the “most attractive people on earth” list. According to what study? Oh, you know… the highly scientific “Who’s the Most Good-Looking, Gorgeous, Hot Specimen on Earth” study. In Eat, Pray, Love , Elizabeth Gilbert described Italians as “devilishly attractive, cruelly handsome, and surprisingly muscular.” And yes—I wholeheartedly admit that I was once a victim of such a cruelly handsome Italian guy. Too cool to be real, as a matter of fact. But yeah. I was. And yes—too bad. Y...

Alarm clock sounded. Too loud. Yawned. Still, sleepy. Stretched arms. Yawned. Went back to bed. Wishing for more sleep. Sleep. Snore.Slumber. Drifted. It alarmed again for five times. Earsplitting. Hit the button. Yawned. Sat on bed. Time to go. *Sigh* Monday blues. or Winter/Snow blues or Manic Mondays. A cup of coffee would make me feel good. Thanks goodness for the guy who invented the coffee. Image source: NettLegg's Digital Photo