Khalish's adventures with his first camera (that once belonged to the parents) continued. This time around, seven days and six nights in Seoul. Before proceeding to the rest of the series, you may visit the prologue.
June 21, 2015. Kuala Lumpur International Airport 2, a.m. Gimpo International Airport, p.m.
On Monday, I vowed to be more productive throughout the week to compensate for an inert first week of November. Which brings us to this post. Kuala Lumpur - Jeju, circa 2015 (#NeverTooLate, heh).
While yours truly is slowly but surely gaining the momentum to write again, please enjoy a selection of photos from my then six-and-a-half-year-old son's perspective first. His early taste of the parents' ancient old Sony Cyber-shot DSC-TX20, a waterproof, dustproof, and shockproof compact camera. Perfect for a little boy to toy with.
Initially, Khalish shadowed the one with the trusted D700 (at times, the daddy; mostly, the mommy). However, he soon discovered his own tempo and style. Kamal and I love, love, love the results of those countless "stop for a little while; I would like to photograph this."
My favourites are, 1) the beach, 2) the spectrum, 3) the pebbles, 4) the ceiling, and last but not least, 5) the portrait of a fellow photographer. So random, so unique, so Khalish. What are your favourites from the series?
Hello, February. Thank you for bringing Mojo along. Blogging Mojo to be precise. A month later than the arrival of Reading Mojo and Drawing Mojo, but better late than never, eh. Oh, this post is for Khalish, who, since the introduction to my blog last year, has been continuously asking me, "have you updated C&C: Eccentric yet?"
After a long hiatus, there are numerous photos that I would love to write about, of course. Firstly, let me share the ones from The C Clan's mini holiday, during which Kamal, Khalish, and I bade farewell to 2017 and welcomed 2018. A relaxing three days and two nights at Thistle Port Dickson.
The holiday began on December 30, 2017. A leisurely drive from Putrajaya, a delicious lunch at Chez Chembong, and a languid evening in Port Dickson. Slothful, yes. The next day, recharged, the three of us did more albeit still at slow pace. After all, the reason for the trip was to "chillax like it's 1999".
Khalish morphed into one of his alter egos, the crab, as he enjoyed both the pool and the sea throughout Sunday. He only roamed the land for meals and games. Ample time for the parents to date. Kamal and I even played ping-pong against each other for the first time. Fun fact: I won all three matches, ahem.
Another fun fact: I love arcade games because they remind me of The Chembong Clan's family holidays at Felda Residence, Port Dickson. There, my siblings and I had a great time with the coin-operated machines. My favourite was PacMan.
I also remember the big black tubes used to ride the waves, the ice cream vendor announcing his presence with a bell, and the magical food container that was never out of sardine sandwiches (thanks to the magician, Mak). Simple yet happy childhood memories. We should revisit the place, Ayah, Mak, Along, Angah, Cimi, Cajib, and Cilan :)
The last evening of 2017 was a simple yet happy memory for Kamal, Khalish, and I, too. After a scrumptious seafood dinner, we lounged about our room. The man read, the boy watched a movie, and I photographed. All quietly.
Until 11:59. Unexpectedly, pyrotechnics coloured the sky and derived "oohs" and "aahs" from the hotel guests. Us included. While appreciating the view with my loved ones, I prayed for a beautiful 2018 (amin).