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| Guess What?
Hmm, how many of you think it's artherosclerosis?
It does look like it, doesn't it?
Now this is really artheroslcerosis. The previous photo on top is a specimen from my final year project, and it's definitely not an artery. To be precise, it's the image of a 1mm thick specimen, transverse slice of the root of a single rooted tooth mounted in clear acrylic, post-endodontically treated, then a fibre post was cemented with resin cement following which the fibre post was pushed out and this microscope image was captured on the computer. Magnified about 400 plus times (Actually, it's magnified 1.6 x 10 x 46 = 736)
It does look a little like artherosclerosis huh. My friend and I were joking, perhaps we could upload a real photo of artherosclerosis during our presentation, and nobody would notice it's not a tooth. Conversely, we could upload our specimen photos on the net under artheroslcerosis and maybe no one would notice either. Evil.
Some of the other photos look really pretty, like some black hole in the universe.
Solar eclipse of the sun?
Quite pretty right? It really looks like some histopatho textbook, or our dental anatomy book. We have about 300 over images, from our 300+ specimens. It was a lot of manual labour, decoronating the teeth (about 100 of them), cleaning and shaping then obturating, then painstakingly removing what we obturated to create the post space, cementing the post, mounting the teeth (or rather, roots) in acrylic, slicing them into 1mm slices then finally, doing the push out test and analysing the mode of failure under the miscroscope. The good thing is that it's pretty straighforward and very relevant to us as undergraduates and we had lots and lots of practice in the above steps so we should feel much more confident in clinics now when it comes to our post and cores for fixed prostho.
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| DomesticityA place for everything and everything in its place.
The 1st part of that sentence is quite true, I do like categorizing things and placing them in their proper places. The 2n part, however, though I would like it very much to be true, is alas, sadly always not within my reach.
What I'm trying to say is, a house doesn't keep itself clean. And while I would like it to be as clean as as pin, the reality is it's nowhere as tidy as I think it ought to be.
It must be a female thing, liking things to be neat and orderly. The one day I can free the shackles of my mind to not feel irritated when I don't see things nice and neat, that day, I shall be a very happy person. And then perhaps, my house/living place will be very unhappy, for most certainly, the house will become more dirty.
Not everything is that bad. I like ironing, it's rather therapeutic. To see something wrinkly transformed into something smooth and straight, that's rather comforting. I do not like washing the clothes (even though I use a washing machine) and drying them either (incidentally, I think a dryer saves way more time than air drying. I used to dry my clothes in the dryer back while living on campus. It certainly saves time ( 2 hours max) and one need not worry about weather nor the time of the day, which actually works better for our unpredictable schedules. When you're a student, night is day and day is night. And even if you're working, you're going to be too busy to stay at home and catch the sun anyway. Yes, a dryer certainly saves time and time equals money and therefore, i think when I can, I will buy a dryer. I'll make it up to the environment by planting more trees and doing more recycling. Fair?) Neutral to sweeping and mopping. Sometimes I prefer the latter, sometimes, the former.
Can't cook yet. Doesn't make sense to. Not economical enough. My classmate recently said this to me,
"Every girl should know how to cook and bake. Cooking is necessary, baking is well...feminine!"
The sentence has left me pondering all weekend, like a mosquito bite that itches and won't go away. I', actually disturbed by what he said.
True, I agree about cooking being necessary, but why is it a girl's job to cook? It really doesn't make sense. If I hold a job and my husband holds a job, we're both gonna be equally tired when we come home, why does it fall to my lot to make sure the household is running smoothly anyway? That's rubbish. Everyone should know how to cook, not just girls....I wonder if some of the feminist notions so prevalent here have finally rubbed off me (single sex schools really tend to make you a little one sided) And as for baking being feminine, I really wonder about that too. Ok, I suppose it is feminine, but why is it a "kewajipan"? Anyway, the reason why I don't bake is because my mum never did bake, and besides, I never did like cakes and pastries anyway. I'm definitely not the sweet tooth sort of person. I crave potato chips, not chocolate. I suspect my mother doesn't bake for the same reason either. She might have had a reason to bake if we (my sisters and I) likes cakes etc, but none of us did. So double reason not to bake. Of course, no offense to all the wonderful chefs out there ie SzeIng, I still remember our pineapple tarts, woefully mishapen though they were.
Naturally, I will learn to cook sooner or later, otherwise my son/daughter will starve. But I'll probably rope my husband in as well. And I think I definitely need a maid. Baking...we'll see. If my kids like the stuff, maybe. John doesn't really care much more cakes and pastries anymore than I do.
Fine I'm spolit. But honestly, you think you can juggle a full time job and housekeeping as well? Incidentally, housekeeping is also a full time job, there's even a title to it - housekeeper! Unless I work 3 days a week, then perhaps I can manage, with the house being dirty for the 3 days I'm not in.
I just realized I am definitely not the homely housewife type. My greatest ambition is definitely not to be a good mother. Let me rephrase that. While being a good mother is definitely something I aim to be, it is not the only thing I want. I want so much more than just that.
Oh well, enough with the angst. I went for a dance competition on Sunday. Aching muscles everywhere. Not a lot of photos but here are a few.
We just finished our dances. Ok lah, manages to qualify for rumba and jive finals, only got to the semis for cha cha and samba. It's the 1st time I've been through so many knockouts ( heats, quarters, semis, finals) so I do feel a sense of satisfaction. But I wished we could have gotten into the finals for cha cha and samba too.
The bottom photo was taken more than 2 years ago. Comapring the two, I think my boyfriend looks resigned to his fate, hehe. | | |
| Rage and ResentmentTo forgive divine.
The very thought, the very mention of the name, the image...makes me boil with rage.
Resentment.
How can something and someone so insignificant in my life occupy my thoughts? For the very fact that it still disturbs me suggests that it is significant. Yet it's definitely not the author who is the subject of this lack of affection, so could it be the circumstance? The situation? Perhaps it reveals something that subconsciously affects me... Whatever the reason, I have yet to forget it.
Whiny voice.
Shudders.
So whiny. | | |
| Afternoon TeaAh, the nice long chatty afternoons.
I like!
On another note, I cut my hair short. And I look startlingly like my mum, so much so that you'd think it's her at 1st glance. It's the age creeping up on me, short hair is supposed to make me look younger! Not more matured!
Anyway, was thinking about facial profiles. And some people look like horses. I used to think it's a class 3 thing, but class 3 people have the bulldog look, not horse. Is it because they have protruding upper and lower incisors? And a long face? Plus high cheekbones? Which is what a horse has anyway.
Not that that's a bad thing, some of these people are very good looking...
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| Shu UemuraHmm, I thought about getting a concealer just to complete my make up kit, and my friend recommended Shu Uemura coz she's using it. Very expensive though. I didn't get it in the end, coz my eye shadows were still there even after using the concealer/corrector, whatever it was the salesgirl recommended. (I thought the point of a concealer was to conceal everything?) Well anyway, I didn't really think it was necessary, but I was rather seduced by the eyeshadow colours. They really looked so vibrant. Haha. I think I've graduated from being the make-up novice to being the make-up amateur. But they're double the price of MAC. But hmm, Japanese products should be quite good, and probably more compatible with Asian skin tones.
Applied for broadband. Was only able to secure an appointment to set it up one month later. This, even though I paid the S$400 deposit for the residential line and the internet already (The perils of being a foreigner. There's a refundable deposit on almost everything. In this case, I have $600 with Singnet already, $200 each for my handphone, the residential line and the internet. The day I stop using Singtel and switch to Starhub, I'll be $600 richer.) This, in Singapore, the supposed epitome of efficiency. None of my classmates will believe me. "It's instantaneous!", they chirp. Well, I thought so too, but apparently not.
I'm feeling sleepy...
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