Medicine is abstract. Like writing a short story, you carved your ways with what you have.
Your knowledge varies according to the books you read, the sources you have.
I love this door. It’s so….English.
The sky was mesmerizing. Like ice-cream. Yum.
Your skills are shaped by the sweats you shed.
This was…..the North beach. I think.
There are so many fancy names, why named ‘em South and North?
My curiosity got to me.
Some castle ruins on top of the hills/island.
Your attitude, reflected by your judgement and sensibility.
Each bench was donated in someone’s memory. How cool is that?
Tenby was so quiet at night. Apart from me and Mimi, almost nobody were around; only a couple of cars passing by now and then.
I never felt more at peace.
And your heart, determines it all.
Random: The microwave-like buttons in the lift
It’s the heart I’ve yet to find.