Catching Up, and Catching Breath

Please click the photo above to play the daily videoThe day began in good faith — a clean stretch of sun through the window, the kind of light that makes you briefly believe you're on top of things. I started with the football, as has become the habit. The World Cup unfolds mostly while we sleep out here, so mornings have turned into a sort of forensic exercise: reading the scores I missed, piecing together what the night got up to without me. It's an odd way to follow a tournament, arriving always after the fact, but I've made my peace with being a step behind the world.

The drive in belonged to Jimbo and the Totally lot, broadcasting their cheerful post-mortems from Los Angeles after every matchday. There's something pleasingly absurd about it — three or four blokes by a Californian pool, dissecting Messi and Mbappé while I sit in Klang Valley traffic with the air-conditioning labouring. They are good company, even at a distance of several thousand miles and a great many time zones. The drive passed quickly, which is rarely a thing I get to say.

And then the day, having lulled me into false confidence, showed its hand. Clinic was packed — properly, relentlessly packed, the sort of session where you look up and an hour has gone missing and the waiting room has somehow refilled itself behind your back. I worked through it with the slightly hunted feeling of a man trying to outrun his own schedule, and lost. By the time I surfaced I was late for the lunch meeting with the pharma people, arriving with apologies already forming and a plate that had clearly been waiting longer than I had.

There was no graceful pause after that. Straight from lunch into rounds, and from rounds into admissions, the afternoon folding in on itself with no obvious seam between one task and the next. It was the kind of day that doesn't so much pass as get survived — busy in a way that leaves you slightly surprised, at the end, to find you've reached it.

But reach it I did, and earlier than I had any right to expect. The admissions settled, the work behind me, I made it home with the evening still mostly intact — a small mercy that felt entirely disproportionate to the effort it took to earn.

We capped it off with a nightcap at the Gardens, the unhurried sort of outing the day had been refusing me all along. Quiet, easy, the lights low and the pace finally my own. And over it, we did the satisfying thing: finalised the August holiday. Dates settled, the shape of it agreed, that pleasant administrative glow of a plan made real. There's a particular contentment in fixing a future good thing in place — a thing to lean towards on the heavier days.

A day that ran ahead of me from the whistle, and somehow still ended kindly. I'll take the catching-up, the catching-breath, and the small promise of August.

A Holiday That Forgot to Check the Roster

Please click the photo above to play the daily videoThere is a particular irony to a public holiday that arrives for everyone except you. The Agong's birthday had emptied the roads and shuttered half the city, yet the ward, as ever, took no notice of the calendar. Patients do not observe royal occasions, and neither, it seems, does the morning round. So while the rest of the country lay in, I made my quiet pilgrimage through the wards, notes in hand, the corridors unusually hushed.

Two of the team had vanished eastward — off to a meeting in China, leaving the rest of us to redistribute the workload with the cheerful resignation of people who know complaining changes nothing. The round went smoothly enough, and by noon I was free, which on a holiday feels less like an achievement and more like an unexpected refund.

Anita and I pointed the car towards Wangsa Maju, drawn back to Alpha Angle for lunch. There is something pleasantly unhurried about returning to a place that once formed the backdrop to ordinary life. When we lived in Gombak, this was where we drifted on idle afternoons, before either of us had the sense to wonder where the years were going. The mall has changed in the small ways malls do — a shopfront here, a new signboard there — but the bones of it remain familiar, and familiarity, on a day off, is its own kind of comfort.

Lunch slid easily into groceries, as these things tend to. One does not set out to buy a trolley's worth of provisions, and yet there I was, examining the relative virtues of one cut of something against another, while Anita made the more decisive calls. We left heavier than we arrived, which is the unspoken contract of any visit to a supermarket.

From there to Mid Valley, on a mission for bedding — a phrase that sounds far grander than the reality, which was the two of us standing before a wall of identical white linen, trying to detect meaningful differences in thread counts neither of us fully understood. We chose something, eventually. We always do.

The final stop was the Apple Store at TRX, where the day's true purpose quietly revealed itself. Anita had her eye on the new MacBook Neo, and after the requisite admiring of the thing in its box, she walked out with the citrus model — a colour that manages to be cheerful without being loud, much like its new owner. There is a small ceremony to collecting a new machine: the heft of it, the promise of a clean slate, the faint suspicion that one's old habits will migrate across regardless.

We came home as the light softened, the boot full, the day quietly accounted for. Not every holiday needs to be remarkable. Some are simply for retracing old steps, buying sensible things, and watching someone you love choose a laptop the colour of marmalade. That, I think, is holiday enough.

Aidilfitri 2018

It was a quiet one this time around as we were just staying at home during the break. The initial plan to travel to Penang was shelved as the travel would be too much as the boys would be back to school on Monday - Raya was on Friday.

My father-in-law was also in not the best of health and my Sister was in Melaka with her husband’s family this time around. Just a few trips here and there but most of the time, my Mother had visitors coming. The house was never empty.

And then there was the small matter of the World Cup kicking off the night before Raya which meant sleepless nights and naps in front of the TV after plenty of food ....

My Father-in-law was a bit worse for wear when on one of the evening he was dehydrated and nearly fainted. A slight change of medications saw to that. Food was plenty though and I was sure I must have put on at least a couple of kilos, despite losing some during the fasting month.

I had a few days off after the festivities just to chill out - and do plenty of photography. For those travelling, drive safe and enjoy the time on the road ...

Starting to Wind Down

With Raya only a couple of weeks away, the motivation to grind down to do the work had somehow gone down. I still have another call to do next weekend before I would be off for a week this coming Raya.

We decided to stay in KL this time around, shelving the original plan to return to Penang. With Anita’s father still weak and my Mum’s decision not to travel, the final decision was pretty straight forward. The boys also only had a couple of days off school. So travelling did not sound like an attractive option.

We will be spending much of the Raya at Bukit Antarabangsa. I would probably be relaxing, venturing on a photo walk or two. I was sure there would be plenty of visitors over those few days, which would keep Anita occupied.

I have at least four Berbuka event next week. And come Friday would be the last on call for Ramadhan - I had a total of four. My last clinic would be on the Wednesday before Raya. Hopefully things would be quiet by next week.

Thaipusam Day Outing

The last of the installments I can assure you that - since I would be back at work tomorrow. I had some time to walk around town, still exploring what the GoPro could offer. As today was Thaipusam and I didn't have the stomach to follow my friends to Batu Caves, I decided to stay nearer to home.

Heading to Dataran Merdeka after lunchWhere's the water curtain?The River and the TowerWhere the rivers meet ...Following the route After a short trip to the ward, I parked my car at Suria KLCC before heading out for some biryani at Masjid India via the LRT. The weather was too nice to ignore and before it got too warm, I decided to venture out of mall and took some photos of the Twin Tower. Wide angle and blue skies was what needed for this photo op. I didn't have to be asked twice.

It certainly was sunny ...Sitting by the junctionWorking in the sun ...Into the shade ...Central Market ...Calling it the day ...Then came the LRT trip to Masjid India for lunch at Restoran Shahira, doubling back via River of Life where groups of tourists were lurking. Off through Central Market before taking the LRT back to Suria. Time for some coffee and later a quick stop at Kinokuniya before heading back home.