Monday, September 26, 2016

Love, Weekend

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There Nini and Ayu were, perfecting the flowers learnt from Atie of Weekend, I'm in Love. I was with them, too. We indulged in three hours of Watercolour Workshop: Sweet Delights at Nara Kitchen & Co. yesterday.

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Atie, the facilitator, guided the participants in a relaxed manner, creating a belief that 'everybody can paint with watercolours'. Just look at how inspired Iman and Khalish were, heh. By the way, they were there because Nini and I did not have babysitters. Milkshake from the restaurant, the moms' afternoon tea portions, as well as a bag of drawing pad and stationeries kept them happy. Consequently, they cheered for us, to which Ayu remarked, "I should have brought Nadeem to cheer for me." :D

(Painting together reminded us of 1997 and 1998, the years we were part of a little circle in Sekolah Seri Puteri, who chose Art as an elective subject for Sijil Pelajaran Malaysia. Little enough to be placed in a class, namely 4 Jaya, and later, 5 Jaya, with those choosing Geography. Two more classes were for those choosing Accounting. Once a week, the Art students gathered at the main hall of Rumah Besar, where Cikgu Hadi taught us to be out of the box. Always fun. "Yang paling seronok dalam dunia" our teacher would say, emphasise on 'paling'.)

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The session proceeded with a round of practice. Prime brushes, watercolours, and papers surely thrilled us. So did the facilitator's demonstrations, to which we simultaneously "ooh" and "aah". I was also in awe with Ayu and Nini's flair. So effortless. As I walked to the buffet table afterward, other participants' styles charmed me, too. Inspired, I painted my cupcake and flowers with love. My first watercolour piece after 22 years!

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At the end of the evening, each of us received a special paper for the masterpiece. More excitement. More humorous stories from the past for Ayu, Nini, and I as well. All while channelling our inner Tuan Nini, Hoessein Enas, and Emila Yusof onto the art. Eventually, presenting our pièces de résistance in the photo above. From left: Ayu's, Nini's, and mine. Delightful like us, eh 😄


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How the three of us wished to enjoy a meal together after the workshop, but time was not on our side. Ayu needed to prepare dinner for her children. Meanwhile, Nini and I briefly stopped by Wondermilk for the surau, the play area, and the desserts. A private art session with fellow enthusiasts from the school days soon, hopefully. Better still, a reunion for Cikgu Hadi's students at Rumah Besar perhaps?


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As Nini wrote on Facebook, which I am sure Ayu would also concur, "weekend, I am still in love."

Photos: iPhone

Monday, September 19, 2016

Whole

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Reminiscing a date with my other half. One hour all to ourselves before Khalish returned from speech and drama class. Perfect for a conversation over a drink and a dessert.

We conversed about our first encounter, places both of us have experienced, how to create cosiness at home, the son's antics, and our dreams, among others. Essentially, the topics orbited our little planet. Such a date soon, Kamal?

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Sunday, September 18, 2016

8 & 35

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Khalish and I, on the day we celebrated being eight and thirty five respectively, photographed by Kamal. Love, love, love the photo. Particularly the candidness.

That July 29, 2016, as Kamal, Khalish and I were about to leave our place for a lunch at Koryo-Won, Suria KLCC, it occurred to me that the birthday celebrants should be photographed as our photo together was a rarity. No thanks to my status as the family's photographer, heh.

I therefore clasped Khalish close to me, laughed at his playfulness, and let Kamal have a great time with the camera. A photo of our family next. In my wish list is a tripod (and, while I am at it, a D750, too, please).

A note: Di, who was also at the mall, joined the three of us for a dessert session at Dal.Komm Coffee. Which reminded me of my beautiful life so far; blessed with the presence of loved ones and priceless experiences. Alhamdulillah.

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Thursday, September 15, 2016

The Truest

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I am so close, I may look distant
So completely one with you, I may look separate
So out in the open, I appear hidden
So silent, because I am constantly talking with you
- Jalaluddin Rumi

Friday, September 09, 2016

34

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2015. I became one year older on Syawal 2, 1436H. A Sunday spent with The Ketereh Clan, plus a visit by The Chembong Clan, were the perfect birthday presents. Being an ambivert, I longed to celebrate such a special day more intimately though, with Kamal and Khalish. The three of us did so in the evening, after the last guests left.

Kelantan during Aidilfitri was similar to New York on new year's eve; every inch of space was filled with people. By the time we reached KB Mall, Kota Bharu for a piece of cake, there was none left. The sweet-tooth birthday celebrant chose to share a cup of ice cream with her family instead. The best Baskin-Robbins in my life.

On Monday, after attending a cousin's wedding in Jerteh, Terengganu, Kamal, Khalish and I made our way back to the Klang Valley; only to detour towards Cherating, Pahang because of the traffic congestion. Confused by the change of plan, the son asked, "is this a birthday surprise for mommy, daddy?" To which Kamal wittily said, "surprise!"

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In spite of the peak season, there was still a room available at Holiday Villa Beach Resort & Spa. I was also thankful for the intuition to, i) pack extra clothes, and ii) bring Khalish's swimwear. The latter was actually meant for a picnic at Pantai Melawi, just in case.

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Beach has a special place in my heart, always. The one in Cherating is ingrained as the most memorable for its dawn. Indescribably magical.

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"We went down into the silent garden. Dawn is the time when nothing breathes, the hour of silence. Everything is transfixed, only the light moves."
- Leonora Carrington

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Kamal, Khalish, and I were also in love with the breakfast terrace within the resort. Primarily for the view. Had it not been for the boy's wish to play at the pool, the adults would have stayed for a second cup of coffee.

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The caffeine fix came in the form of Kopi Hai Peng, which accompanied our Nasi Lemak Kari Ayam. The boy requested for his favourite combo, Milo O Ais and Roti Bakar Kaya. What a delish lunch. So much so, we were in our own utopia despite the crowded kopitiam. The reason I only noticed a familiar face on the way out. Little Khaled of Amazing You!

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Energised by the food as well as the scenery back and forth between Cherating and Kemaman, Kamal, Khalish, and I stopped by a few places. To experience more, to photograph more. Kamal's favourite place was the mangrove forest (where he ventured out for a photo); mine, a garden at the resort (which my son referred to as 'the amazon'); Khalish's, the beach (where I met a former schoolmate from Sekolah Seri Puteri, Aulia).

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Our ultimate favourites that afternoon? The room. Just chillaxing. Even Kamal, who needed to complete a task for work, felt relaxed, and consequently, inspired. I, meanwhile, continued to draw a self-portrait. Both of us let Khalish play Minecraft. Pool time before Maghrib. A rejuvenating day, entirely.

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Came another dawn, I chose to be on the beach by myself. The sun rose placidly behind the clouds, spreading serenity to each soul. In my own way, I meditated. 

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One of the main reasons I love to photograph: to recollect moments in my life, and ruminate on their significance. Oh, to remind those around me that we have been surrounded by an abundance of happiness, too, no matter what. A note to Kamal here: like Khalish and his little antics. 

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The insistence to wear that t-shirt again. Sock over jeans. The pretend torch. And the list continued ;D

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Alhamdulillah, 34 was an age full of celebrations and contemplations. All were cherished. Hopefully, all have led to a better me.

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