I remember the day I stepped into the formalin-impregnated hall with 149 other hopefuls. Taking an oath of respect with our ungloved hands on the cadavers.
I remember the night I gave up it all up along the quiet lonely corridor in the pre-war building at Kampong Java.

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I hear your advice and will keep it for the future. Thanks.
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