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Sunday, July 17, 2005

15:44 - the ending

when i was a kid, i had only dreamed of becoming a nurse, said i would like to follow the footsteps of my parents.

and as a regular in doctor's clinics, ERs, hospital wards and private rooms, and has been to labs and almost all places you can see in a hospital [except the morgue; which i think was the only place left], i had imagined how hard it should be to work as a nurse. and i felt there is so much responsibility over the patients. tough job. plus the image of my mum working so hard and not getting what was for her further "strengthened" my decision.

i realized, at 12, that i didn't want to make my childhood dream come true. i told myself i don't want to become a registered nurse anymore. that was the end of it.


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