Jumping in front of a train almost seems viable at this point of my career as a dental student. If I could blow bubbles on the track as the LRT eagerly reshes to knock me under, then that'd be cool. Then again, LRT moves at the speed of a 95-year old granny with a walker (astounding; considering it has it's own private track with no danger of getting caught in a traffic jam) so these brittle bones of mine will simply get crushed agonizingly slowly and I'll be able to feel each tantalising sensation. Oooh. Bieber shriek.

Yeah, suicide by train-jumping is not gonna happen.

Ambitious me had grand plans about packing amalgam by the end of the Thursday session, and at the rate things were going, matrix band in by 3.50pm, I was delighted and feeling somewhat accomplished. There was definitely time for amalgam packing! Showed the matrix band placement to Dr Angela by 3.55pm, she complained it was too short (which it was, so I wouldn't hold it against her at this point), the two of us struggled with some double band or other method for a good 20 minutes, I decided that a broad band would fit much better and by 4.15pm (time! time!) asked her if I could use that method instead and her reply was, 'Actually, I was waiting for you to ask me that. Yes, you can, but I want you to learn that method no matter how difficult and time-consuming it is. So haha, go off and enjoy twisting your fingers!'

The last bit is an exaggeration but hnnngggghh that woman makes me want to jump in front of a train.

And prostech is a bitch, bitch and a half. Ugh. I totally died and refused to budge from the bed, even though it was Aliaa's and not mine. Sorry guys, for being a bit emotionally unstable just now. Well, more so than my normal dose of abnormality that is. Oh, but I was awfully touched when Jivvie offered to help out with my dentures, despite it being past closing time. En Syamsol was being surprisingly helpful as well. A 3rd year senior once commented on how terribly selfish dental students are, but I think she just mixed in with the wrong group. This past week showed a wonderful bunch of young students helping one another out as each struggled to finish their own projects in time. Kindness, no matter how small the degree may be, need not be killed in the rush for success.

I'm still bummed out from optech and prostech, but this simple display of... I dunno, friendship, leaves a profound effect that continues to swell and fill my thoughts despite being slouched over the computer alone in my room hours after lab. Alone, but not lonely. It doesn't feel half bad.