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Do you scale?

Do you do scaling yearly? I remember the last time I visited a dentist was about 2 years back. It was really an awful experience. I practically swore to myself that I would never go back to that dentist. She was so rude and rough like those one star “lau yea” dentist. She was a replacement dentist. The dentist I usually see was on Holiday.

I have no idea how she did my teeth but all I could remember was “BLOOD” oozing out from my gum. They were lots and lots of em and painful, very painful. Because of that, whenever I think of seeing a dentist I procrastinate. Until recently, a friend of mine recommended this dentist in P.J. Amcorp Tower.

This one is an entirely different experience. She is very detail and there were no sight of blood, most importantly not painful. Very clean, with polishing and friendly chat, it only cost RM80. Try her if you are having difficulties with nightmare dentist.

Say Cheese!!! *Showing off my clean teeth*

Allyfeel's recommendation: Dr. Christina, Tel: 03- 7954 7897/98

Comments

Annie Q said…
I hate to see dentist!But...thanks for sharing this with us..
LHS said…
Luckily i never met this kind of dentist..
ZMM said…
I must go check out your Dr liao. I think I haven't been to one for almost 4yrs liao.
mom2ashley said…
hey nice picture on the banner...how do you draw these on your computer???

i go to state dental at pj state...she pulled out my wisdowm teeth and she did a darn good job with them too....so i'd go to her anytime:)
mom2ashley said…
oh ya..i got the socks from vicky. thanks a bunch! they are lovely!
Sasha Tan said…
that day i went to another dentist.he told me i have leong's tubercle. Like something so scary..but it exists in all chinese teeth..proly later i'll blog about it..heheh
jazzmint said…
wahh..this dentist so nice eh..i oso go once a year, cause company pay mah hehe..but i really hate that screeching sound..yucks
etceteramommy said…
Thanks for the info. My current one is in Melaka (yeah... so dem far rite). Seriously need to find a good one in KL.
etceteramommy said…
Hehehe.. me again. Just want to say.. Nice header pic la.. with the cheongsam and all.. :D
Allyfeel said…
annie-q,
Hehe..I dun hate but just can't stand rough ones.

huisia,
yalor...hope they disappear right?

zara's mama,
4 yrs is long wei. Better go!

mom2ashley,
Oh..glas u like the socks! Thanks!

The header; I drew them in Adobe illustrator after sketching a draft on paper.

sasha,
What is that??

jazzmint,
I was okay with that sound. Wah lao, so envy la.

etcetera~mommy,
Try her la. Hehe...Thank you, suddenly got mood to change header. :P
Now I can imagine you with pearly white teeths...:P

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