perception vs reality.

Nurses.

angels on earth. dedicating ourselves to healing the sick. girls want to be us, mothers wants us as daughters and daughters-in-law. men wants us as their wives and mother for their children.

little girls want to be nurses because we seem like angels, so pure in our white uniforms, taking great care of the sick and the elderly with that serene smile on our faces, and looking oh-so-beautiful with our little nurse cap, pink lips and hair neatly tucked into a bun.

mothers wants us as their daughters because we are capable of caring for so many patients in the ward day after day, so it would only be natural for us to be able to care for our families. we can take great care of our mothers when they are old and ailing, we know exactly what to do when our child is down with a fever. and we'll always love them with that smile on our faces that you so often do see at the hospitals.

for the men, we are only the most perfect combination of sexiness and purity. pink cheeks, scarlet lips, hair in a perfect bun, that body-con uniforms and the idea that we can inflict only so much delicious pain combined with the angelic smile, our soft voice asking them how they are feeling and trying our best to make them feel at rest and always so ready to cater to their every whim. a vision of heaven in white. all they want to do is mess up that perfect bun, unbutton the uniform and unleash the devil from inside of those "angels".


but alas, the reality is far from beautiful. we are no angels. the serene smile you see is forced, it is a part of the job. we are after all in the business of service. makeup is taught, after all to be cared for by someone who looks sicker than you are is off-putting.

we spent our day caring for virtual unknowns day in and day out, with our hectic work schedules, caring for others is the last thing on our mind when we get off work. yes, we know your sickness and we know what to do, but we're just too tired to care. we have to take care of ourselves too. and most days we just don't have the time to spare to actually care for anyone else outside of work. we are too busy to care for strangers to have the time for our own family. the serene smile and patience? every drop of it have been drained at the hospital, i'm afraid. as soon as the card is punched out, gone is the smile, our shoulders slump and everyone is an annoyance.

yes, we are sexy, but that could also mean that we are potentially the biggest sluts you could ever meet. we know men are clamoring for our attention. the smile on our faces is a knowing smile, we know when you have fallen for our looks and charms. cater to your every whim? once you get ensnared, you're the one who will be catering to our wants and needs, only to be left behind when we fall for a playboy male doctor--the only being that turns us on. "how are you feeling, sir?" when you have been used up and left behind? not so nice ain't it? too bad there won't be a hospital for broken hearts.