“Are you even aware that your study would take 10 years for that?” The common things I get when people would hear my dream – to be a doctor. I can remember the times when I was still in Kindergarten, and all my teachers and classmates know that I really wanted to become a doctor but that dream vanished once in a while. Then new visions came up: architect, engineer, nurse and even a flight stewardess. But even with those things, God just planted a desire in me. I came back to my first dream, to become a doctor.

I am aware–really aware–of the fact that I’ll stay in college for some time but that will be nothing because I love this, this is my dream. I do not know what would it feel to enter to that kind of pressure and those sleepless nights but I believe I can. And I’m ready to pursue it because I know that God had planted this in me. I’m not saying that this would not be hard. Sacrifices, I guess.

Even how many people would let me down, I will pursue it. I will continue it because this is my dream. This is my passion. I may not be good enough, but this is where I’m placed and I love it. I know you may not agree, but it makes me happy. I’ll continue to practice and be good at it. I’ll try to earn confidence with prayers and courage with faith. I will fulfill it because it’s who I am.

If I would have all the time in the world I will…

• Learn Archery. That’s sooooo cool.
• Be in a band and play drums.
• Be a fangirl of someone.
• I’ll take architecture, culinary arts, and psychology after med.
• Bake bake and bake.
• Dance workshops.
• Paint.
• Learn ballet.
• Do a graffiti.

There are so many things in my mind that I really wanted to do, but I think, it will not be put into reality because of my time. I’m busy during schooldays that I can’t bake or learn archery, and I think that I’ll be busy in the future to take other courses after med. I’m busy reading books during summer. These are le things that I can’t do and can be real, but only in my imagination. I know that it’s really possible to do these things, but I think these things do not describe the ‘me’ that many of the people know. This is the other part of myself. Maybe.

Bookstore hopping, please?

At diffrent malls and bookstores. Someday. With someone who shares the same interest with me.