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Daily writing prompt How do you use social media? View all responsesI use social media in a few different ways. I like watching videos on YouTube, especially when I want to relax or learn something new. On Instagram and Facebook, I follow my favorite stars, as well as family and friends, so I can keep up with what everyone is doing. I also enjoy writing and sharing my own thoughts here on my blog.
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I Choose Silence Over Noise
How do you use social media? Less online, more like this. I don’t really use social media that much now.Earlier, I used to feel like I should always be active. Post something, reply fast, keep checking everything. It felt like if I’m not online, people might just forget me.But after some time, it got tiring.Too much scrolling. Too many opinions. And honestly, a lot of comparison. I would open an app just for a few minutes and then suddenly one hour gone. And still, I didn’t feel good […]https://aarya045.com/2026/04/20/i-choose-silence-over-noise/
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Daily writing prompt How do you use social media? View all responsesI used to spend too much time on Farcebook just blindly scrolling and hoping not to catch a virus. Those days are behind me now.
I have accounts with Tik Tok and YouTube that I rarely get on. I never really learnt the ends and outs of Tik Tok so it sits idle. As for YouTube, I had been making videos but have removed most of them and now it also sits idle.
WordPress. My social media platform that has become a lifeline to keep in touch with some fantastic friends I have made since joining in 24′. I became a secluded self imposed hermit after the vid and slowly opened up to this wonderful world of engagement. I have found a family of courteous and like minded souls that can handle my rants and sometimes enjoy my silliness and off the wall thoughts.
It’s a welcome part of my life and my friends here encourage me to continue on my journey that started with not knowing what to say to publishing two books to my new endeavor of making music with the help of AI.
Does email count as social media? I use it to contact lost friends from here once in a while, to reach out and see if they are doing okay but that is rare too as I don’t want to pressure them into answering me, they left for a reason.
I have a cuz that follows me on here and that is our only contact as we live many miles apart and life gets in our way but I love hearing from him, ‘hey cuz, ROCK ON!’
So that’s about it for this prompt today, no pics or images, no major rants, just me and my roasted black bean syrup.
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Culinary Adventures: When Food Abroad Bites Back!
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Prepare your taste buds and buckle up for a gastronomic rollercoaster ride as we explore the wild world of culinary adventures abroad. From mouth-watering delicacies to unexpected surprises, join me as we delve into the delightful and sometimes downright daring realm of international cuisine.
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1. The Spicy Spectacle
You pride yourself on your tolerance for heat, so when the friendly street vendor in Bangkok offers you a taste of their “mild” curry, you confidently accept with a smile. But as the first fiery bite hits your tongue like a flamethrower in a chili factory, you quickly realize that you may have underestimated the true meaning of “Thai spicy.” Cue the frantic gulps of water and the impromptu fire-breathing performance that leaves your fellow diners both impressed and slightly concerned for your well-being.
2. The Mystery Meat Mishap
You’re feeling adventurous, so when the menu at that quaint little bistro in Paris lists “escargot” as the house specialty, you decide to throw caution to the wind and give it a try. But as you take your first tentative bite of the slimy delicacy, you can’t shake the sinking feeling that you may have just eaten something that was alive mere moments ago. Cue the existential crisis and the fervent vow to stick to more familiar fare for the remainder of your culinary adventures.
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3. The Cultural Conundrum
You’re determined to immerse yourself in the local culture, so when your gracious host in Tokyo presents you with a steaming bowl of what can only be described as “mystery soup,” you graciously accept with a smile and a bow. But as you tentatively take a sip and try to identify the various unidentifiable floating objects, you realize that sometimes, cultural immersion comes with a side of gastrointestinal distress. Cue the polite nods and the silent prayers for a speedy recovery as you struggle to maintain your composure in the face of culinary adversity.
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4. The Street Food Fiasco
You’ve heard rave reviews about the street food scene in Marrakech, so when you stumble upon a bustling market teeming with tantalizing smells and exotic flavors, you can’t resist the siren call of the street vendors. But as you dig into your first bite of falafel, you quickly realize that street food adventures come with their own set of risks – namely, the inevitable battle with food poisoning that leaves you regretting every culinary decision you’ve ever made.
5. The Sweet Surprise
Amidst the chaos and confusion of culinary mishaps abroad, sometimes you stumble upon a hidden gem that restores your faith in the power of international cuisine. Whether it’s a piping hot plate of pad thai in Bangkok or a decadent slice of tiramisu in Rome, these unexpected delights serve as a delicious reminder that sometimes, the best culinary adventures are the ones that catch you by surprise.
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So there you have it, fellow foodies – a humorous glimpse into the world of culinary adventures abroad, where every bite is an adventure and every meal is a memory. Remember, no matter how many culinary mishaps you encounter along the way, it’s all part of the delicious journey. Until next time, happy eating and may your taste buds be forever adventurous!
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Epilogue: A Toast to Treachery
The arrest of Inspector Salomone was a quiet affair, conducted with the discretion that only a small village like Speranza could muster. Inspector Davies, the unassuming but astute officer who had once investigated the death of Elias Thorne, led the disgraced Salomone away in handcuffs. The former guardian of the law did not rage; instead, he wore a look of terrified resignation, muttering about a “higher tempo” and a “conductor” who would not be pleased.
“I was merely the second fiddle, Moira,” Salomone hissed as he was placed into the squad car, his eyes darting toward the bell tower. “The orchestra plays on, with or without me.”
Back at the Coffee Taverna, the atmosphere was one of exhausted relief. The adrenaline that had fueled our escape from the Cigars House had faded, replaced by the heavy, comforting scent of roasted beans and the earthy aroma of Altea’s unlit tobacco.
We gathered around the table to open the bottle of Speranza, Year Zero. Altea, with the reverence of a priestess, used a corkscrew to pull the ancient stopper. It emerged with a satisfying pop, releasing not the smell of vinegar, but a rich, complex bouquet of dark cherries, leather, and… something metallic.
“To the soil of Speranza,” Anna toasted, raising her glass. “And to friendship, the only root that doesn’t rot.”
We drank. The wine was exquisite—velvety and deep. But as I set my glass down, Toe, my sleek black cat, jumped onto the table. He did not look at the wine. He looked at the cork.
With a surgical extend of a single claw, he hooked the cork and batted it toward me. It rolled across the wooden table, coming to rest against the base of the kerosene lamp.
“Look,” I whispered, the Poirot-like instinct twitching in my mind.
Burned into the side of the cork, hidden until it was pulled from the neck of the bottle, was not a vintage year. It was a sequence of musical notes. A specific, haunting trill.
“That’s not just a melody,” Marisa said, her face paling as she recognized the notation. “That is the opening bar of The Devil’s Trill sonata. It’s the signature of the ‘Maestro’—a legendary thief who steals not with silence, but with sound.”
A New dissonance
Before I could respond, the heavy oak door of the Taverna creaked open. The wind from the street blew in, extinguishing the candles and plunging us into a sudden, Hitchcockian gloom.
Standing in the doorway was a young woman, drenched from a sudden squall. She clutched a violin case to her chest as if it were an infant. Her eyes were wide, reflecting the same terror I had seen in Viviana Bellini’s face weeks ago.
“Dr. Hopes?” she whispered, her voice cracking. “They told me you could help. I am the second violinist for the quartet playing at the gala tonight. But… the first chair has vanished.”
She stepped into the light, and Ashwaganda let out a low, warning growl from his perch.
“He didn’t just disappear,” the woman sobbed, placing the violin case on the table next to the branded cork. “He vanished while he was playing a solo on stage. One moment the music was there, and the next… only silence. And in his place, they found this.”
She opened the case. The violin was gone. Resting in the velvet lining was not an instrument, but a perfectly preserved, severed finger of a marble statue—and a single, fresh cacao bean.
I looked at Altea, Anna, and Marisa. The “Conductor” Salomone had warned us about had already begun his performance. The wine was finished, but the overture to a new nightmare had just begun.
“Lock the doors, Anna,” I said, picking up the marble finger. “It seems our quiet life in Speranza is about to get very loud.”
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I can’t really remember when as at the time of writing this article, I am about to cross into the second week of 2025.
Perhaps it was somewhere in October last year or early November.
It happened to be the day shift on a weekday and we were lack of manpower. 3 House Officers in the Male Surgical Ward, 2 House Officers in the Female Surgical Ward. Out of the 5 of us, I am the senior and the rest are first posters, three of which are only Day 3 into their housemanship life.
Oh dear…
We all know how busy Surgical can get and being the only senior that day surrounded by newbies, it was as good as being alone as they were not familiar with the system or the work or the procedures.
The day started with me taking care of the acute beds. The acute beds in the ward is considered the most unstable, hence it only made sense to allocate the senior, which is myself there, followed by the subacute cubicles.
The front cubicles and back cubicles are relatively stable patients. Hence, I allocated my juniors there. Usually for first posters in their first week of life, I would not allocate them independently to take care of a cubicle. However, we were desperately short staffed that day and taking care of the front or back cubicles are not easy either especially if you’ve just entered.
The day was busy enough. Started with me following rounds at acute and subacute with my medical officers and again with the ward surgeon, only to leave midway as the Hepatobiliary Team (HPB) had their own separate rounds and I was the HPB house officer for that day.
After rounds, it is the completion of the joblists. Amidst trying to complete the joblists, we had to transfer in new patients, take and send off the bloods of patients who have just entered as well as attending to any acute issues.
On that day, I had to assist with the front and back cubicles as well and in the afternoon, the juniors left for their Operating Theatre (OT) orientation.
My phone literally rang non-stop that day and the nurses kept haunting me down for everything. If only, I had the ability to clone myself…
Suddenly my phone rang and I had to assist a registrar to help tend to a visiting outpatient, attend the female surgical ward acute issues because the medical officer on-call called me as well as attend a virtual meeting.
Time flew by rather quickly, one minute I was escorting a patient, next was being called upon by this and that medical officer or registrar or nurses. To the point, my post-call registrar stayed back to assist me.
As the evening progressed, most of my patients desaturated. The annoying thing about Surgery, we had to update the whole story properly in the oncall WhatsApp Group for the day.
If only it were as easy as that.
We couldn’t just take a picture of our entry and update. Instead, we had to properly type the whole summary or stay.
I finally completed my task for the day at 10pm. It was an extremely exhausting and tiring day. One which I have no interest in relieving again.
That was probably the worst morning shift I’ve ever experienced.
However, looking back at what I’ve written, it doesn’t do justice to what I actually felt that day.
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I tagged for almost a month here.
The tagging timing in the Surgical Posting is from 7am till 10pm which is same as with other postings, except Obstetrics & Gynaecology (O&G).
In the Surgical Posting, we all have to complete a compulsory 14-Day-Tagging period irregardless of having “off-tagged”. Entering the Surgical Department as a senior or fourth poster, we are allocated to special shifts such as night shifts in ward or night shifts in ethe emergency department (ETD).
This serves as an advantage to us seniors as we do not have to work the morning shift for one week straight prior to having an off day. It is also better as it allows us to recuperate in between by not having to go to work extremely early.
However, the disadvantage is that our tagging period is somewhat extended.
As I mentioned before, we are required to complete a 14-Day-Tagging period. The night shift is not counted. Hence, the tagging duration can go up to 3 weeks.
For me, it extended up to 4 weeks due to my medical leaves (MC).
During my first week of tagging, I took a day of medical leave due to extreme fatigue and in the second week, I took 3 days of medical leaves due to extreme fatigue and COVID-19.
At the time of writing this article, I am on a 6 weeks medical leave due to my ATFL injury.
Sometimes I wonder, if I will ever exit this posting and proceed with my last which is medical.
Back to the tagging part, thus my tagging period lasted for a month.
Going to work as a tagger, I would leave home around 5:45am – 6am. Partly because I’m just tired and felt like I needed more rest because there will always be an active issue in ward and I am only able to return home at 10pm.
In the evening around 7pm, I would go for dinner after handing over to the night colleagues and completing my tasks and on-call reviews for the day. Most of the time, it would be our first meal of the day.
Some days, we would be done by 8-9pm and on some days, earlier. Most of us, upon completing, would head for dinner and head home or to just head home straightaway.
This is wrong of course but we were simply exhausted and burnt-out during the tagging period. Thus, we grab the opportunity while we could.
Towards the end of my tagging period, I started bringing packed dinner boxes and reheating them as work prior going back.
Surviving the tagging period in the Surgical Posting was hard and tiring but eventually, it did came to an end.
Thus, if you have yet to enter the Surgical Posting, the tagging period is indeed tiring as with any posting. However, try to learn as much as you can and take comfort in the fact that it does come to an end.
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Sometime ago, I wrote about “The Small Change I Hope My Blog Would Make“, whereby I mentioned that with every article written and uploaded on this website would spread some form of comfort and positivity, especially within the community of junior doctors.
Perhaps I’m just simply being optimistic. I have to. That keeps me going, even on difficult days to the point it has become a default reflex for me.
Nonetheless, I love to write and sometimes I do get lost that I tend to deviate from the topic at times and divert back to the main topic at hand.
Living in this world which has its flaws and problems at every corner, I try to see the good aspect of things and thus, I try to end my articles on a good note or some encouragement, which is mainly directed at me actually. However, I never know who may be reading my written articles and perhaps just need some encouragement and kind words at the moment.
It serves as a “happy ending” just like a fairytale in which I escape in one too many times.
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Do you or your family make any special dishes for the holidays?
I am half-Filipino. My mother is from the Philippines and my father, a Malaysian, like me.
Growing up, I was neither close to my mother’s or father’s side. However, between these two, I am somewhat culturally inclined towards my mother’s side through some of her simple heartwarming dishes that she cooked growing up as well as some of the Filipino songs she would play or the Tagalog words she would incorporate in her daily conversations.
Two of the simple dish my mother would prepare would be pasta or bolognese spaghetti and Buko salad.
1. Spaghetti
Originally, spaghetti is a form of pasta and a staple food of traditional Italian cuisine.
However, it also serves as one of the staple Filipino dishes.
My mother would usually make a batch of bolognese spaghetti occasionally and on New Year’s Eve, as that is what my maternal grandmother used to do while she was growing up.
It is rather simple and easy as well and she would go crazy with the cheddar cheese topping. Over the years, as she started to dwell into vegetarianism and eventually become one for a lifetime, she created her own variation of a vegetarian version.
2. Buko Salad
Adapted from https://www.kawalingpinoy.com/buko-salad/“Buko” salad is a form of Filipino fruit salad.
“Buko” refers to a young coconut fruit and “Buko” salad consists of the young coconut itself.
It is a simple dish which has many variations.
My mother would usually mix with nata de coco of various colours, avoiding the colourless ones, corn, a huge can of mix fruits and other canned fruits before finally mixing it with evaporated milk, cheddar cheese and “buko”.
She will the separate it into containers and freeze it and have it on New Year’s Eve.
Growing up, my family would be seated at the dining table with other dishes prepared on New Year’s Eve for us to dine in together at midnight and every year, these two dishes remains a staple.
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Daily writing prompt What would your life be like without music? View all responsesUtterly boring.
As far as I could recall, I have always associated studying with music.
Perhaps it is because while growing up, my mom had always filled the house with music and made me sit at a corner to study whether I liked it or not, I had to study.
Eventually, I’ve grown used to, to studying with music or reading with music.
In high school, I discovered the kind of music that I like as well as the suitable time for me to study.
Thus, music and studying goes hand-in-hand or I will not be able to focus.
Eventually, I shift to Podcasts and Audiobooks while I am going about doing my chores or cooking, I am either listening to these or music.
Even my daily morning writing has jazz or lo-fi playing in the background.
There are days of course when I do not feel like listening to my music or is simply not in the mood for other musics.
Thus, “lo-fi” or “jazz” are my go-to. Still musical nevertheless.
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