Every moment counts. Lunch @ MOS Burger. Had our fave Ebi rice burger. Checking out on travel books @ Borders. Cindy was the one doing the research for our holiday trip to Perth, I was browsing "Photography in Japan". SUPER EXCITED ABOUT MY TRIP!
Market research for tea pots.
Chit chat @ Starbucks. Green tea latte and Cappuccino. People watching. Counting. Updates on recent happenings.
Dinner at Soup spoon. Clam Chowder and Thai chicken Salad. Still counting.
Back home, played with A-Ki and my sis's new toy from Happy Meal. I am jotting almost everything. Because every moment counts.
A stall near my house, selling super tasty traditional pohpiah. 20 over years, it's my childhood food, I grew up with this stall and the uncle.
Sometimes after work, a craving for this pohpiahto warm my stomach. Just recently, @ about 9pm. Uncle: "Wow, so late? Over time again." Me: "Yeah." Uncle: "The job market isn't good. You must tolerate any hard work to pull through this time."
This conversation took place while he spread the crushed peanuts and bean sprout with confidence. Interestingly, there seemed to be a rhythm in everything he does.
Taking things for granted, especially for people/things that are close/near to us. I realized that I didn't even feature this pohpiah stall on my "I recommend" category.
It's too late cos this afternoon I found out that it was replaced by another commercialized one.
It's another stall holder with chunks of metal accessories and dreadlocks. He wore plastic gloves and slapped the veggie on the poh piah "skin". Replaced by disposable chopsticks and Styrofoam plates.
When I realised I was observing him intently that his hand trembled a little while cutting the spring roll, I looked away and thought: "Why didn't Uncle put up a closing down notice? "