The Final Quarter
1) Tomorrow heralds the start of a 6 week stint in the Australian outback, a town west of Brisbane, population 5000. After which, the requisite end of rotation exams, before the start of summer holidays.
2) The countdown to the year end holiday begins. Hello Muntri Mews Penang, long lazy lunches, and the joy of getting lost and discovering.
Itsy Bitsy
Dear plethora of online clothes boutiques selling affordable trendy wear only available in sizes XS, S and UK 6-8.
While I appreciate that you cater to a large demographic of skinny bean pole asians, could you show us normal sized UK 10-14s some love as well?
Thanks you.
Doughnut Dreaming
Remember sharing that paper bag of steaming doughnuts in the bitter Melbourne cold?
Moments, moments.
9 11
I was in Sydney, at the supermarket with Sharon on one of our weekly grocery jaunts. I recall spending the entire night and morning with Sharon, in our dinky granny apartment taking in news reports on the telly, we were both too shellshocked to sleep.
9 11 2001, was the last time I pulled an all nighter with a friend, much loved, whom I lost to lupus.
9 11 2011 at 1815hrs is the day my Yeh Yeh passed away.
9 11, I’ll never forget.
Another Sunny Day
Current choons: 80′s music for all its glorious lyrical simplicity, synths and beats!
Lavender
$1 bought a jar full of calm
Flowers
The basil plant started flowering.
I picked some and put them in the empty vial that used to contain vanilla extract.
The flowers have an intense basil scent and I relish fingering them gently and picking them up to smell.
This entire process is truly quite therapeutic.
The gap
I lay in bed last night, under the interrogative glow of my bedside lamp which forced it’s unrelenting questioning upon me, as I battled between finishing the chapter on heart failure and sweet escape from the realities of the day.
The battle must have had a clear victor at some point, because I remember being rudely jolted awake by my book hitting the ground. It fell, between the gap created by my bed and desk. I lay there, my eyes half opened, squinting through the light that continued its interrogation, an interrogation of an early prototype struggling to make sense. I leaned over and looked at my book, splayed out on the floor, defeated.
I closed my eyes but air started to rise up from the gap, it was the book, it beseeched, it begged, it was calling for help, but I could offer it none for I too have been falling into gaps, wedged between two planes, and if I fell again this time, I don’t think I would have been able to pull myself up from the in between.
I stared at the space, and let my hand dangle against the air rising upward, light beating down still, the questioning continued.
I decided, that the interrogation was over.
I rolled over and flicked the switch.
