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  1. THE SECRET IN THE SILVER WRAPPER

    CHAPTER TWO

    Moira gently took the silver foil from the black cat’s paws. Toe gave a soft purr and jumped up to his dark shelf. Moira put the small piece of shiny paper on her heavy wooden counter and turned on her desk lamp to see it better.

    It was torn. On one side, she could see a tiny piece of a picture—a green leaf. She lifted the foil to her nose and breathed in. Under the smell of alley dirt, there was a very strong smell of mint. It was not the real, fresh mint she used in her tea. This was the sharp, fake smell from the cafe.

    “A sweet coat,” she read again from the open pages of The Days of the Dreams.

    She looked at Ashwaganda. The big orange cat was asleep in his chair, trusting her to keep them safe. But Moira knew the village was not safe right now. Someone in Speranza had used a clever trick to kill a man.

    The next morning, the sky was gray. The wind blew cold air through the narrow stone streets. Moira locked the thick door of her tea shop. She walked straight to the alley behind Anna’s Coffee Taverna.

    Yellow police tape blocked the back door. Ispettore Salomone stood against the old brick wall, holding a cheap cigarette. He looked like he had not slept at all.

    “Moira,” he said, shaking his head. “Go back to your tea. This is police work.”

    “I am just taking a walk, Ispettore,” Moira said in a calm, soft voice. “What did the doctor find out about the poison?”

    Salomone sighed. He knew Moira used to work in medicine. “Cyanide. Fast and very deadly. But it was not in Anna’s coffee machine.”

    “It was in the sugar,” Moira said.

    Salomone looked surprised. “How do you know that?”

    “Because the man only took one sip,” Moira explained. She kept her secret about the magic book safe. “If the poison was in the whole cup, he might have smelled the bitter almonds before he drank it. But if it was in a small sugar packet, dumped in right before the first sip… the fake mint smell would hide the poison.”

    Salomone dropped his cigarette and stepped on it. “You are too smart, Moira. We found an empty sugar packet on the floor near his table. It was not from Anna’s cafe. It was shiny silver.”

    Moira’s heart beat faster. It was exactly like the silver foil Toe had found.

    “Thank you, Ispettore,” Moira said.

    She turned and walked away quickly. She did not go back to La Pagina che Fa le Fusa. Instead, she walked across the square to the Mint Chocolate Treasure House.

    Marisa’s shop was bright, white, and perfectly clean. Marisa stood behind the glass counter in her neat white coat. She smiled when Moira walked in, but her eyes looked worried and tight.

    “Moira,” Marisa said. “Can I help you? Do you need chocolate today?”

    Moira put her hand in her pocket and held the torn silver foil. She looked right at her friend.

    “I need to ask you about the man who died, Marisa,” Moira said slowly. “And I need to know why the poison was hidden in a silver wrapper with a green leaf on it.”

    Marisa stopped smiling. The quiet peace of the village was truly gone, and the dark game had started.

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  2. My First Night Shift In Emergency & Trauma | Housemanship Diaries

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    Remember when I mentioned that I love the night shifts?

    No? Well, here are the articles advocating my love for that shift:

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    My first night shift in this department was in the Red Zone and I was terrified.

    Thankfully, it was with a fellow Registrar who is rather patient, kind and one who loves to teach.

    The scary part however was that it is the Red Zone after all and on my first night!

    The Red Zone basically caters to patients who are unstable be it haemodynamically or in terms of their vital signs or that they are in a state of severe acidosis, on the verge of collapsing, you name it. Basically, how severe of a state a person must be in to end up in that zone.

    The night started off smoothly with cases coming in one at a time. Alright, I kept repeating to myself, “attend them, transfer them to another bed, vital signs, bloods, fill out forms, clerk and basically just listen to your superiors”.

    The night eventually turned into midnight and into the wee hours of the morning and finally the sun has risen. Before I knew it, it was 7am and the AM shift House Officer has arrived. I am not alone again.

    Time to prepare for handover rounds at 7:45am.

    It was better after that, having another person with me as it felt less intimidating.

    At 10am, I took off and headed home. Not a bad experience for the first night shift.

    The good thing about the night shift in the Emergency and Trauma is that we are not alone. There is always a team or at least your superiors are always there.

    However, I don’t quite prefer the night shift in this posting. Having actually completed this posting, at the time of writing this article, the daytime shift is definitely better.

    Nonetheless, in all the night shifts, albeit that it could be a terrifying one especially prior to the start of your shift, always remember that you are never completely alone even if it feels like it and that help is always nearby.

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  3. 40 Days Since I’ve Started Being Vegetarian

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    Describe one positive change you have made in your life.

    The positive change? Being vegetarian. Well, for 40 days then I’m non-vegetarian again.

    Why did I even embark on this journey?

    Every year during Lent, I would embark on a vegetarian journey, a lacto-ovo-vegetarian journey to be exact and this year, it was from the 5th of March till the 19th of April 2025.

    Thus, I went from consuming meat to consuming tofu almost everyday as well as started consuming vegetables again.

    Albeit being vegetarian, I try to reduce my rice consumption. Thus, I mainly mixed rolled oats into my dishes.

    I started shopping for groceries even more (which may not be such a good thing) but I was surprised at the number of items I could buy and only spend minimal.

    Well, vegetables are cheap, which is good.

    Changing my diet in combination with my usual routine at work and ensuring I reach my daily steps of 10,000 steps, I started losing weight.

    Not much. However, I’ve been struggling with losing the weight that I have gained during my time off in the Surgical Posting.

    Now that I’m non-vegetarian again, obtaining food is easier and I actually miss being vegetarian.

    Perhaps soon I will embark on this journey again.

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  4. Laughing – A Way To Destress

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    What makes you laugh?

    Laughing – A form of de-stressing activity. To which some may find “distressing”?

    Or perhaps I’m just a little unbalanced.

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    However, back to the prompt, I would laugh at almost anything actually.

    Many would ask me on why do I laugh so easily or on almost anything. Honestly, I have no proper answer for it. Perhaps, the easily justifiable answer would be that it has become a form of my default reaction towards answering people. 

    Firstly, it softens my expression, thus making myself seem more approachable (or so I think). Sadly, that also means that sometimes people would not take me seriously. Next, it lightens the situation and prevents a tensed situation from escalating. However, it may also flip the other way around which may further escalate the situation instead as me laughing may deem that I do not take them seriously.

    Sometimes, when I am being thrown an insult, I do react by first laughing about it, as a shield for myself and preventing myself from being hurt or at least giving myself some time before digesting the issues. 

    Then, there are times, when I am lost in my own world, which is most of the time, I would suddenly remember something funny or find something amusing and start laughing to myself. At times, it may escalate into a hearty laughter to which some might find distressing.

    Nevertheless, after a good laugh, I would usually feel better, as they say, it releases endorphins, a “feel good” hormone and thus, “laughter is the best medicine”.

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  5. Iced Tea & Cold Brew Coffee

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    What is your favorite drink?

    As the title entails, it is Iced Tea and Cold Coffee.

    1. Iced Tea

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    I fell in love with tea, green tea, black tea and oolong tea in particular when I was 14 years old.

    At that time, I was looking into drinks to aid my weight loss and I came across green tea and oolong tea being suitable drinks in facilitating weight loss when consumed without sugar.

    Thus, I brewed my first proper sugarless green tea and fell in love with the taste. Ever since then, I started drinking it on a regular basis and it has pretty much replaced water for me.

    Did it aid with weight loss?

    Perhaps in the beginning, eventually, I continued drinking it because I enjoyed the taste be it warm or cold.

    As I started working, I would usually prepare cold brew green tea in order for me to bring to work the following day.

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    Why cold?

    The environment that I’m working in can get rather warm and considering I am a person who perspires easily, the temperature of the tea eases me and provides immediate rejuvenation.

    Even after a long day at work, nothing refreshes me more than a cold brew green tea served in mason jar and a straw.

    2. Cold Coffee

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    I am a HUGE fan of coffee, black sugarless coffee in particular.

    My love for coffee began since I was in primary school, which I think is a bad thing since children are not supposed to consume coffee.

    Back then, my mother would used to prepare coffee for my father and milo for me prior to my father sending me off to school and heading to work.

    Me and my father would then switch drinks after he has drank half of his drink.

    Then, when I turned 14 years old, I started pulling an all nighter or getting up at midnight just to study.

    Eventually, I developed immunity towards coffee and is able to fall asleep even after consuming it. Thus, I merely consume it out of addiction and routine.

    As I started working, as mentioned in my explanation for cold tea, the environment is rather warm for me to be consuming hot coffee. Hence, I would prepare my mason jars of coffee the night prior and transfer it into my flask the following day.

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  6. Welcome to rainbow nation 🌈 maafrika dzonga

    Write about a few of your favorite family traditions.

    South Africa is a tapestry of cultures, languages, and traditions. In our remote villages, every gathering feels like a family reunion. As an African woman, I cherish our belief that it takes a village to raise a child. Uninvited guests at celebrations are a norm; we embrace everyone as family. When we mourn, the community unites, often slaughtering a cow to honor the departed. We don’t worship the dead, but we express gratitude for their impact on our lives. During Easter and December, we gather, light herbs, and share stories of our ancestors, believing they watch over us. Our homebrew beer fuels laughter, singing, and dancing, sometimes for three days straight.

    In our tight-knit communities, we care for one another—checking in when someone is sick or facing hardship. We have stokvel societies to support each other financially, ensuring no one is left behind. Church strengthens our bonds, reminding us of our shared faith. In our language, we say, “umuntu ngu muntu ngabantu,” meaning we are who we are because of each other. This is the essence of ubuntu—humility and togetherness.

    We brew umqobothi, our homebrew beer, and cook goat with pap, creating a feast that lasts for days. These gatherings are not just about food; they are about connection, sharing stories of our triumphs and challenges. We support each other in times of need, ensuring no one is left behind. Our stokvel society strengthens our bonds, pooling resources for funerals and community needs. Church unites us in faith, reminding us of our shared humanity. As we say, “umuntu ngu muntu ngabantu” – a person is a person through other people. This is the essence of our community, where we thrive together.

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  7. Bloganuary writing prompt Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved? View all responses

    I am not going to share too much on this topic (shockingly) but I will give a short answer.

    One year ago my mother was coming to the end of her life. It was awful. She was in hospice and fighting hard for each second. The pain of knowing we were losing her and the guilt at not being able to do anything more to help her combined to pretty much crush me.

    My wife was there for me. My wife was my support. My wife was my rock. My wife was my heart and soul. I have never felt more loved.

    My two step kids were in Vermont through the whole ordeal, but they were there for me too. Remotely at first, but then after my mother passed away they came home and were there for me in person as well. Again, I have never felt more loved. 

    My wife and my step kids. My family. I would not have made it through that experience without them. I am so thankful for the love they give to me and I will never be able to show them how much they mean to me. I love them all so much I cannot put it into words. I need to do an infinitely better job showing them how much I love them and how much they mean to me. My heart aches at the thought of it.

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