THE LAST HOURS OF 67

The large industrial fan is spinning incredibly furiously to cool what seems an impossible task. The sun is blazing with all its might on this Thursday 5.30pm evening. There is no indication that it is going to let up anytime soon.

As we, Jeannie and I sit here, at the Nanking coffee shop (otherwise known as a restaurant) waiting for our placed orders for our dinner and drinks to be delivered to us, we do our own thing – she on her phone doing everything office – liaising with colleagues, marketing and advertising people, and everyone else – work related.

I was hoping to whip out my phone and get cracking on this essay – which was beginning to form in my mind. However, the strap of my Bellroy bag kept releasing itself from its loop on the right side of the bag. It was a bit of a fumble to get it back in its loop.

So, in my eagerness of whipping out my phone (picture movement at lightning speed), I moved  at a much slower speed…slower than you can imagine.

And so here am I…or is it I am, writing and hoping to put some thoughts down. At the same time, basking in the last hours of being 67.

I am not too sure what it is, whether it is because I am older than I was just now; or whether it is due to my writing, blogging, researching on a subject or bit of news that I find essay writability, things… life seem different. Very different.

For instance, I got on to the idea that a moment…that is (i.e.) one single moment is more than just that. Most people would define a moment as a sort of a flash in the pan,…quicker than a second. I say, “What’s the hurry?”. People say, “Stop being in a constant rush. Take time to smell the flowers”. I say, there is more time in a moment than you think. Live it. You owe yourself that. We owe ourselves that.

We are made to believe that our lives are in a rush…rushing for this and rushing for that…if not, we will be late. Being intelligent people, we get it. However, there are those who think we need help. And we do…most of the time. Hence, the introduction of A. I. (Artificial Intelligence). Help us get things done faster…to save time…for what?

Have we decided what we are going to do with all the free time we save each day, since we’ve got the latest in technology to make our lives bliss? Maybe, just maybe, we have to go for courses to learn how to live the free time that we have additional each day.

Hang on…when did you last check to see if you have gained free time each day? Maybe, an hour a day? Three hours a week? Or with that supposed time we have saved with modern technology and other help, we’ve cramped in more stuff to do?

The point is, Life is worth the living.
Live it.
Don’t discount the value of the moment, second or minute.
There’s so much to live.

Now, to get back to my food. My Sarawak Kolo mee (1) looks delicious. And the Coca-Cola in an ice-filled glass, thirst quenching. Jeannie’s finished her tou sa pau (2) and teh o kosong panas (3).

NOTES:
1. Sarawak kolo mee is an iconic Malaysian dish consisting of springy egg noodles tossed in lard, shallot oil, and light soy sauce, generously topped with char siew (barbecued pork) and minced pork. In Subang Jaya, there are several highly recommended local spots to enjoy this savory, authentic specialty.
2. A classic Chinese steamed bun featuring a pillowy, soft, and slightly sweet exterior packed with a rich, smooth red bean paste filling. wikipedia
3. Hot black tea without sugar refers to a hot tea brew served without any milk, creamer, or sugar. This drink is commonly served in local Mamak restaurants or coffee shops by steeping a tea bag or tea powder in hot water.

A boat made from a 3-D printer. The wonders of technology.

2ND DAY PAST 67

WHAT DO YOU DO?

YOU DON’T WAIT AND WONDER
WHAT IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN NEXT.

SEIZE THE MOMENT, THE VERY NEXT MOMENT.
CREATE YOUR FUTURE. BE ACCOUNTABLE FOR IT.
LIVE IT. ENJOY IT.

~ ALAN IAN ATKINSON
Writer, Author, Storyteller

FAMILY: 86+91=1

What is the greatest number of all the digits in the numerical range? Let’s rephrase that question: What is your favourite number? To many Chinese, this could be 8, 18 ,188, 888. The digit, “8” symbolizes luck and good fortune. We will not go into the meaning behind various numbers as that is a whole topic in itself.

For an aunt of mine, it is 37. She has been 37 years of age for the past 43 years and has begun her 44th. Yes, you – Aunty Val. It goes without saying that things are the same old, same old; back here in Petaling Jaya – Subang Jaya – Klang.

I think the greatest number of all numbers is the number: “1“, One, Numero Uno (Italian), Yat (Cantonese), Satu (Bahasa Malaysia, Onnu (Tamil). Why I say this is because it represents, or seem to represent all numbers.

One of the occasions you see the number “1” as a representation is “birthdays”. On birthday cakes, regardless of age; a lone birthday cake candle is lighted, to symbolize the person’s age. I think, in that regards; the number “1” is timeless.

My mum just turned 86 years of age three days ago (June 14th). On top of her birthday cake, there was a single birthday candle, lighted to symbolize life. We don’t need big numbers to do that. The lighted candle, providing light on her journey which she has experienced throughout her life. …The same lighted candle becomes “a beacon of light”, lighting up her pathway towards the many more wonderful years ahead.

MY SON. In this picture, I was probably at age 4 years old. My mother was around 25 years.
I was in the comfort and safety of my mother. I looked secure.
My mother’s facial caption, “My son”.

Picture prop: Fiat 1200 Grand Luce.

Resilient, strong character, yet gentle; the 4th youngest of 17 children (including 3 from her father’s first wife); a Convent Bukit Nanas, Kuala Lumpur student. Barely out of school when she married an army officer.

This young army officer, used to visit his parents and siblings, who so happened to live next door to the family of this Convent Bukit Nanas student in Lorong Hicks, Kuala Lumpur. The army officer and family were originally from Ipoh, Perak.

As the story goes, this Convent Bukit Nanas student came from the locally well-known Gomes family, well known as musicians, music teachers and singers. Her father (my grandfather), was said to be amongst the first to bring and start up an orchestra in then Malaya (now Malaysia). Amongst the singers in this family, this 4th youngest child of the family, the Convent Bukit Nanas student, Philomena Clara Gomes; could sing; too.

The army officer, Eustace Anthony Atkinson sings bass; and Philomena sings contralto. So, you add 2 + 3 together and you get wedding bells on June 16, 1956.

Then, we, their children; came along…

Siblings with mum and dad. I found this photo amongst the thousands of photographs we have. No idea when it was taken. But it must have been years ago.
Left to Right: Terence (No. 4), the late Jennifer (No.1), mum, dad, Malcolm (No.5), myself (No. 2), the late Nigel (No.3).

Yesterday was their 67th wedding anniversary. They have taken the less travelled road, the roller coaster ride with the ups and downs, sharp left and right turns causing “G” force pulls. Mum still bakes the best butter cakes and dad, at 91; still drives out for groceries.

Here’s wishing mum many, many more great birthdays.

Here’s wishing mum and dad many, many more wedding anniversaries. Together, they are the power of “1”.