meet Crixie

I have mentioned him a few times back in the days when my playground was fast and hunky-dory, day in and day out. I'm sure he doesn't mind me saying that his student visa is expiring and NAIA's beckoning in a hypersonic way. I'm glad he's still finding a little bit of humour out of this predicament. He is young and like a fledgling seeker of life, hope is not a flickering light at the end of the tunnel. It's still a half full kerosene lamp in every corner of the dimly lit vestibule.

I envy youth.

lapse

The extreme: From broiling to sandwich making.

I cannot pass up on this...

turn of season

As I leave the running to Crixie, I opted for the nature appreciation approach to organised gallivanting. I'd like to be a flower in my next life (dirty-minded mongels, please shut up).

i jogged... i surrendered

Crixie visited us from Lowestoft and a health buff that he is, pulled me out of my restful slumber and told me to don my jogging suit. We seldom see him so I obliged. Few minutes of slow jog and my legs started to hurt. I did a stop and start and eventually gave up. When I was really young, I could outrun Crixie by a mile.

But growing up had other plans for me: Sedentary.

red

I know I am expected to travel to different venues as part of my job but eating McDonald's in transit is not on! This MUST stop.

THE DAY part deux

We drove back passing the majestic and panoramic views of the countryside. I thought I'd share my gratitude for being alive and being able to appreciate nature while it's there in my time, my generation and my moment of existence. As human beings driven by earthy, materialistic subsistence, we seldom pause and reflect. We passed by a quaint village and wondered, what it's going to be like to retreat even farther back in the country and truly feel the passing of time.

I think my passion and views are getting antiquated. But then again, I don't want to see myself squashed and scrunched inside the tube at peak times on my way to work at the age of 50. Our lungs as we grow old become prime subject of wear and tear. We would need fresh air and deeper breathing to nourish our senses. Now, all I need is walk less than a mile and be gladly assaulted by the flourishing enclave of nature reserve.

... and I'm seriously not rationalising.

THE DAY

And so.... I'm off to another teaching session somewhere in Norfolk (Holt, Kelling Hospital to be specific). I'm teaching Diabetes overview and insulin administration. Since I don't drive, my hubby offered (more like, coerced) his most valuable service to drive me to the venue (and then, painstakingly wait).

Two hours later, I received glowing evaluations, something I gloat about since that's the only glory I get to mask all other injustices failures I managed to pile up in a short period of time. If only the organisation's situated within one locality then it would have been a lot easier to move around but NO! Then again, this challenge is what makes me tick; makes me more engaged and geared to bettering myself.

If you've noticed, I blog narratives of my so-called life, and the events that transpire, whether those actions contribute to the continuing revolution and rotation of Earth and existentialists fate. I don't know the answer to that but I know one thing: I will grow old and a memoir of my past will serve as my mechanical brain of recollection. I don't need to share strong opinions (occasional is good) because as we move to the age of "be-opinionated-to-be-heard-or-die-quiet" phase, billions of voices are enough to instigate a phenomenon with catastrophic chain-reaction. I don't need to report current events because the vault of history is retrievable tomorrow ... and to influence others by the way of the mighty words, I'd rather be good at what I do and do it in action.


I NEED TO STOP. I DON'T MAKE SENSE ANYMORE.

feeding program

It's a regular occurrence.

We cook and eat together just like family.

Food is not the selling point of the get-together (hmmm, maybe!!!).

There's a higher and far greater force that compels us into doing this.

It's probably, real friendship.

how's this for a venue

This place is memorable for me. I had my job interview here and this time, I attended a meeting with South Locality leaders to promote my Clinical Projects for the Trust. I must admit, it's the second time I've seen the place but still, I'm in awe.

Who wouldn't, right?

Apparently, we can use this as a teaching venue for staff. I can't wait.