I think these two words are equally valuable. Not only they sound sexy they are intelligent too.
In Freshmen Year everybody was like-just-light-cured-composite. Some are rough some are as absorbable as the radical oxygen layer ready to be filled in with every raw thing and some are already very pretty(this is so totally not me).Come to Sophomore Year. After a whole year of polishing everybody get so close with everybody we shrink into one piece. We are so ready to shine like a sapphire in the coming future, naively.
I got so chagrined to learn that the next year is called Final Year and I've only accomplished less than 10 restorations how could it be final? I name the third year Valour Year. We need to get rid of any stymie or dummy and treat REAL patient ok. And we practise many challenging stunts.
It's very despondent not able to write something brilliant at the age of 22 and still bemoaning in my self pity. The 18 years old me can find the flaw in Newton Third Law (i was such a cool kid); now my bed time story is Sex and The City (manwhore alert!).
Devolution. Like how the old handphone dai gor dai developed into tiny handphone and recently transformed into my face-sized Galaxy Tab. It's a sign. One day contact lens will be so obsolete and my 6 years old nerdy specs will be the fashion icon again.
What an emo entry! What can I say. Everybody got so busy soaking themselves in the romantic Valentine Day and I'm staying in my room sharing this with my only viewer chelseaorange, and youtubing Apple Bottom Jeans Dance. I got so low low low low low low...
"They gave up days and weeks of their lives, addicted to someone else's drama."-Tuesday with Morrie. (so damn true.but it's ok.teenagers are supposed to be fun, and stupid.)
