A MOMENT’S REST

I think I am a bit blurry-eyed, or is it blood-shot (oops! Spelt it wrongly just now. I’m now going to tell, say or re-spell the way I spelt it wrongly. It’s too mischievous!).

We are in between visitor visits. One of the earliest visitors was Keisha. She was attracted to our display of Ferrari cars. As we started talking, I found out that she helps her mum run a booth, selling rare collectors baseball, football and other types of collector cards. They basically are selling off her late father’s collection of cards.

Keisha is a Formula One (F1) fan, and a Ferrari fan at that. Ferrari has been progressively gaining momentum back to its position as a top F1 team, and currently is amongst the top 3 teams. Keisha, predictably chose the F1 Ferrari car that was on display for sale.

The Batik Capes under the “JEANNIE’S OWN” label was doing well. The Batik Influencer did multiple demos throughout the day, which led to several acquisitions by the audiences.

Me, differentiating each moment with a shot of the same scene, different moments. 😁

Moving faster than the speed of stillness 😅🤣

I think it must have been the lack of sleep that kept me actively thinking of what to do next to stay awake. Then, I got this brilliant idea, why don’t I write a new article. And since I quite often break off from writing to recalibrate my thoughts, people stopping by our booth will also help me break off to recalibrate my thoughts. However, here it may be too frequent a break off.

I decided to give it a go, and here I am, working on this article with my Samsung Galaxy Fold 5. Though the “start / stop” of writing or finger tapping on the Fold 5 screen was quite frequent, yet bearable; stopping in the middle of a sentence while creating it was not because I kept losing my train of thought. However, as my late grandmother used to say (when she was alive), “Slow, slow, catch monkey.” Let me know in the comments if you guys know the meaning of this phrase.

Keisha, with her newly acquired Formula 1 (F1) Ferrari model.

As, I sit, momentarily to catch a moment’s rest, I watch people as they walk past. The hat culture seems to be catching on. Here, when I talk about people wearing hats, I am not talking about the usual baseball cap wearers. More and more are wearing fashionable hats, be it flat caps, Panama, Jason Miraz, bucket, etc. There was one who donned a “Sherlock Holmes”, look – interesting. His sidekick, Watson (“elementary, my dear Watson” ), was not with him today .

I  can hear someone in the background, a couple of floors down; strumming a couple of musical notes on his electric guitar. He has been at it for some time. However, no song or even part of it can be made out. It’s o.k. He’s chilling out with a couple of  people.

I spoke… wrote (?) too soon. He’s now singing , ” To Love Somebody” by the Bee Gees, and strumming to the tune of it.

My best and most beautiful Tibetan friend, Rigzin, who is more popularly known by her last name, “Dolma”, and runs a booth next to ours; has been kept busy with many customers visiting her booth. She sells mainly ladies’ costume jewelry and some East Asian items. One of them is a brass sort of bowl. You strike the brass bowl with a small wooden mallet and it will echo, vibrating a melodious sound. At the same time, you rub the wooden mallet round the outer age of the brass bowl and it creates a sweet melodious sound. Very unique. You should drop by and visit her booth. By the way, Rigzin is the only Tibetan friend I have so far. 😁

What do you call a specific time that is shorter than a moment, as my moment’s rest has come to an end. The moment felt shorter than a moment.

There was a guy who dropped by last week and asked me to reserve the Samsung Buds Pro2 for him. This Buds Pro2 set is brand new, with the box still unopened. The guy said he would be coming by today. I am going to give it to him at an amazingly low price with an 80% discount. I think he is a low income wage earner who would like something very nice like this lilac colour Buds to have some enjoyment.

AT WEEKEND’S CORNER

Brr-urr-r-urr-rrr! Not sure if it’s spelt correctly. It is meant to indicate that the weather has been quite chilly today. For a short while (yes, just a teeny weeny time 😉), I thought it was just me. My resistance to cold and extreme cold weather is wearing off. The excuse…er.. reason would be , is because I am getting older?

I am not the only one feeling the colder – than – it – ought – to – be weather. Jeannie felt that the weather was a bit more chilly than usual. It rained quite heavily in the afternoon. It has been raining heavily about an hour on the average over the last few days. The weather, when the sun is up, was humid hot, but not blazing hot.

I was back home at about half after eight this morning; after dropping Jeannie at work. Traffic was alright, not too much of a concern.

Then, I took time to check and reply emails and social media. I am trying to make it a habit to bring myself up to speed on all the platforms I am on. I try to limit 1 hour first thing in the morning, half hour during lunchbreak (Lunchbreak? What is that?), and about 15 minutes before 5.00pm. In that way, I don’t get consumed with the ever lively social media platforms. I definitely cannot cover all the platforms within the said time. However, I do work towards clearing all of them before the day is up.

My next calendar event for the day was my 10 kilometer daily walk. By the time, I got ready and started my walk, it was after 10.00am, earlier than usual. The sky was a mix of morning sun and light clouds. The clouds did provide some shade. It was a pretty good walk session. I completed a 10.33km walk in a time of 1:59.01, averaging a speed of 5.2km/hr. I liked the above average speed that I clocked in.

Speed
Overall info
VO₂
bpm

The above shows my health tracking on my Samsung watch. I am diligent at keeping pace with my health tracking. I am working at hitting at least the normal targets. I still have a long way to go.

Showered. Then got down to writing. One major thing that I learned fairly recently about writing: I have to write, everyday; for at least an hour. Whether I have an idea or not, about what I am to write about, just write. The whole process is to make it a rule or habit. There are no if(s), but(s) or maybe(s); just write. And, that is what I do. Writing for more than an hour, or at any additional time of the day is a bonus.

Before I knew it, was time to make my way to Laura’s (my daughter) office to pick her up. Being Friday, they knock off from work at 4.45pm. Traffic was good all the way. Then, we had Jeannie (my wife) picked up from her office. Laura and Jeannie had some grocery shopping to do. We stopped at KK Mart, a popular neighbourhood grocer in SS12, Subang Jaya (1); to get the groceries Jeannie and Laura wanted.

Then, Laura went to meet with Praga. Jeannie and I were in our usual predicament, “What to eat?” I suggested that we have our dinner at the T23 “chap fan”(2) restaurant in Taipan USJ as I wanted to pick something up from the pharmacy next to it.

When we got near the restaurant, traffic was a lot more civilized than usual – not much of a traffic jam. We managed to get a parking slot just before the restaurant. Well, maybe about a hundred meters (U.S. spelling of “metres”. They spell it as it sounds. Makes sense.) away.

We got in line. “Tak mau nasi” (Don’t want rice), and the server handed me an empty plate. I started choosing the food I liked from a wide selection of dishes. The choice of dishes today seemed like 10% – 15% less, as there was a few empty spaces for the food trays.

My meal: Left to Right at 12 o’clock: sliced potatoes in brown gravy sauce, a slice of luncheon meat (spam), egg omelet and steamed egg (white in colour) with mince meat. Somewhere underneath all that is curry-ed potato. And underneath all that is the sweet chilli sauce.

My today’s selection first started with a sweet chilli sauce because it was amongst the first dishes. The chilli sauce was meant to go for another dish; a chicken dish, I think. I got a few pieces of potato from the chicken curry dish, steamed egg with mince meat, a slice of luncheon meat (spam), potatoes in a brown gravy sauce and fried egg omelet.

The potatoes in a brown gravy sauce is a must try. Not spicy. When dipped in the sweet chilli sauce for an added, different flavour; ooo-la-la! The steamed egg with mince meat is a Chinese dish, I think. Unusual, it tastes pretty good.

The finale of my meal was the curry-ed (or is it curri-ed?) potatoes because it was under the pile of food.

Jeannie’s meal was more of a set bet for those who are not adventurously daring for spicy food. Not that Jeannie does not eat spicy food. Her meal was more vegetables and rice with a black hard boiled egg made in a dark brown sauce. The hard boiled egg prepared in this way is very popular with the Chinese.

We found a couple of seats at one of the long tables. The meal was enjoyable. Either we are taking more dishes than the normal amount (which I don’t know how much the normal amount is), or the meal is getting more expensive. The meal is still reasonable but not cheap. Free hot soup and hot or cold water is available. Any amount.

We headed to the pharmacy a couple of doors (not blocks, as the shops here are in a terraced row) and got the item that I needed. We got home a short while later.

It was more eagerly to get home so as to pack for our short holiday tomorrow. Golden sands, blue, green, murky seas, sun (hopefully not too hot). Clothes, food, cables to keep my gadgets going when their batteries run low… Did I mention clothes and food? Jeannie likes to over-pack. Laura is joining us, too; on this central, south western state of Negri Sembilan’s city of Port Dickson and its beaches.

Happy Weekend!

NOTE:
1. Subang Jaya is a thriving city in the state of Selangor, Malaysia.
2. Chap fan which is pronounced as “chup fun”, means economy rice in English.

YOUR EVERY MOMENT, SECOND, MINUTE, HOUR, DAY

Time is so precious. It should not be wasted. The present, if it could be captured and measured, lasts for a fleeting moment before it becomes the past.

Memories remind us that nothing last forever.
You could be happy today and sad tomorrow.

Make your every moment, second, minute, hour, day, count.

~ ALAN IAN ATKINSON
Writer, Author, Storyteller

Andrew Wyeth