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a dry post involving dentistry
GP remains stuck at root apex. Will heroically try and compact the GP from the apical opening, and pray that no void forms, and a sufficient distance from apex is achieved. To cut a long story short, I need to cheat on my Endo I project. God forgive me. Guilt does not make the best company in the lonely nights spent with an overly-hardworking, studious-yet-often-misses-the-point roommate, but I shall try my best. A lesson to be learned from this failure is that I have a tendency to press down on the file during my step-back technique, which will inadvertently increase the working length. Such carelessness is not permissible.If this technique of mine fails, I shall honourably resort to scavenging the bowels of the teeth museum for another sacrificial central incisor. Hah. Honour? As if. The files and the teeth can suck rotten eggs and die from sulfur poisoning. This 8-5 schedule is becoming very draining, even more so now that we have an average of 6 hours of lab on a daily basis. I get back to my room tired and sleepy, but always in need of an activity that can help cheer me up. Time is forever wasted. I need something more substantial than this to justify my student life. But at the same time, I'm afraid that pursuing an extra-curricular activity will jeopardise my studies. Then again, that would still be better than hoohaa-ing. Especially at the SomAliaa room. PS: Celcom is being a bitch, bitch and a half. I can't properly receive calls as they are being automatically sent over to the voicemail for no reason whatsoever. At least, that's how it was the last 272401 times my mum tried to call me :( Labels: class |