Monday, December 11, 2006
roadblock at the second crossroad
Dare i bring up this subject again? Knowing very well that i'm THIS close to graduating and thus embarking on my career, and that any talk of regret (in the teeny-tiniest bit even) would be inauspicious and regarded as... wrong?
But i just have to. So i will.
Barely out of school and i'm already planning for a career switch. It's no surprise that i went this far because i can't afford to break my bond thus i have to complete what i've started, haven't i. Secondly, i couldn't bring myself to break the hearts of my parents, and grandparents. Just this afternoon, my grandma looked happadly (happy+sad) at me, saying how my late grandpa would be proud to see that one of his grandchildren is a nurse. I didn't remind her that another one of her granddaughters is already a nurse, and i certainly don't recall my late grandpa specifically expressing his wish to see me as a nurse. Of all people, he'd be the last person to restrict me from pursuing my interests. In fact, he'll be the first to give the green light even if i said i'd like to collect erasers for a living (my grandpa used to dote on me that much); he believed in imparting knowledge, wisdom, instilling good values, virtues and still leave room for freedom of choice. What do i do now that he's no longer here for me? (NO I DON'T NEED A REPLACEMENT)
So as i was saying. I'm pursuing design.
I'm praying very hard that God doesn't have anything different in store for me. *Silent prayer* Please God don't thwart my dreams again please i beg of you, beg beg beg cry cry cry. Lookit me, sad face. Not working? Okay. Sad, cute face. I still dream of the things i could be doing now, of the things i've been telling everyone since primary school, that i'll be working with colours and hand-drawn creatures and squiggly lines. That i'll be an illustrator, a graphic designer, an advertising designer, an author, a cartoonist like Bill Watterson, stuff i love.
But i answered the call. I hope it isn't the wrong call. And i'm still hoping it isn't. Because if there's something God wants to tell me, i'm sure it's in here. In nursing.
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fara // 00:44
roadblock at the second crossroad
Dare i bring up this subject again? Knowing very well that i'm THIS close to graduating and thus embarking on my career, and that any talk of regret (in the teeny-tiniest bit even) would be inauspicious and regarded as... wrong?
But i just have to. So i will.
Barely out of school and i'm already planning for a career switch. It's no surprise that i went this far because i can't afford to break my bond thus i have to complete what i've started, haven't i. Secondly, i couldn't bring myself to break the hearts of my parents, and grandparents. Just this afternoon, my grandma looked happadly (happy+sad) at me, saying how my late grandpa would be proud to see that one of his grandchildren is a nurse. I didn't remind her that another one of her granddaughters is already a nurse, and i certainly don't recall my late grandpa specifically expressing his wish to see me as a nurse. Of all people, he'd be the last person to restrict me from pursuing my interests. In fact, he'll be the first to give the green light even if i said i'd like to collect erasers for a living (my grandpa used to dote on me that much); he believed in imparting knowledge, wisdom, instilling good values, virtues and still leave room for freedom of choice. What do i do now that he's no longer here for me? (NO I DON'T NEED A REPLACEMENT)
So as i was saying. I'm pursuing design.
I'm praying very hard that God doesn't have anything different in store for me. *Silent prayer* Please God don't thwart my dreams again please i beg of you, beg beg beg cry cry cry. Lookit me, sad face. Not working? Okay. Sad, cute face. I still dream of the things i could be doing now, of the things i've been telling everyone since primary school, that i'll be working with colours and hand-drawn creatures and squiggly lines. That i'll be an illustrator, a graphic designer, an advertising designer, an author, a cartoonist like Bill Watterson, stuff i love.
But i answered the call. I hope it isn't the wrong call. And i'm still hoping it isn't. Because if there's something God wants to tell me, i'm sure it's in here. In nursing.
fara // 00:44
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