Posted 12:41 PM

So my first week of work had gone by just like that.

Actually to me it took very long. Every day was a long day to me. I woke at 6am, left home at 635am thereabouts. I'm back home about 5-6pm. Some of you might say that's short, but well to me, the bum who's been erm bumming around, the taste of the working day never tasted that bland.

Know what I'm doing?

I'm touching lives.

I don't know if I can do it, really. I don't know if I'm cut out for this job. But during these remaining few weeks, I'm gonna give it my all. I'm gonna throw myself into the fire and get burnt, dive into the mud and get wet, barge into the nursing room and change diapers, get into the toilets and shove up the bowl, and... you get my point.

Every day when I'm back. I'm too tired to even read the newspapers. I watch some tv, do some planning, and BOO YEAH it's time for bed.

Actually, have you seriously thought about why you should read the papers? What have world news gotta do with us? Do you find yourself asking that question?

triggering Mr Ng HS |