Saturday, August 20, 2016

Rainbow

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A golden morning it is. The birds chirp a delightful melody and the palm leaves sway with the breeze. As I type, the glistening grass beckons, "walk here; feel the dew beneath your feet." 

All because of the rain at dawn. Magical. Just like that evening in May, 2015.

Despite the wet weather, my little family impulsively went to Seri Empangan, Putrajaya for dinner. We dined slowly, admiring a canvas of grey clouds with strokes of drizzle. Little by little though, the hues changed. A silver line, followed by an ombré of colours. Vibrant yet subtle. Simply ethereal. Here, a reminiscence.

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Friday, August 19, 2016

My World

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 To Ayah, who has bequeathed to me his attachment to camera.
To Kamal, who has shared with me his passion for photography.

Thank you.
I may not be like Annie Leibovitz, but I am as inspired.

To seize the moment.
To portray my story.

 ðŸ“· In honour of World Photo Day

Monday, August 15, 2016

WonderMokchics: Dutamas

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Another potluck to celebrate our birthday. Bidding farewell to Syawal as well. Love, love, love that Sunday!

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Because both Kamal and Wan were occupied with their respective works, I offered to fetch Di from her home. After all, when it came to Rai's place, she was better than Waze. Heh. 

Khalish was there, of course. After the do in Putrajaya, he always requested for a play date. Mommy with her chums, the boy with the children. Only us.

Imagine our excitement upon reaching Dutamas. To be amiably welcomed by the hosts, to meet the WonderMokchics (big) family. In my elation, I forgot my DSLR camera though. Low phone battery meant minimal photos, too. What you see here are a mixture of my photos and the other ladies'. 

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Besides serving satay and its condiments, Rai also cooked Laksa Kelantan and Rendang Tok. Not to forget, rice. I ordered pizzas. Di made Daging Dendeng. Tiqa and Inas came with brownies and watermelon. Madir, Mas, and their children, Mirza, Marissa, Muaz, and Maher brought Udang & Kacang Panjang Masak Lemak Cili Api. The spread was delectable!

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To complete the scene, Sham put on Aidilfitri songs. Perfectly santai. Except for the occasional chaos caused by the juniors. Hilarious. Side-splitting, gut-busting, and thigh-slapping kind of hilarious, yes.

Still spirited afterward, the WonderMokchics gathered for a photo. As birthday memento. Our wish? For togetherness, always.

Again, thank you for the beautiful day, everybody. Oh, a special note of gratitude to Sham and Rai for the cordiality. Now, when is the next date?

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Us, hinting at Mas ðŸ˜œ

By the way, also in the potluck series:
(Pre) WonderMokchics: Selayang
WonderMokchics: Putrajaya

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Sunday, August 14, 2016

(Pre) WonderMokchics: Selayang

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The WonderWomen's first potluck (yes, WonderMokchics were once WonderWomen *wink*). There were the five of us, namely the Klang Valley residents, and one chum from Negeri Sembilan. Bertambah kemeriahan Syawal.

Now, the question is, which Syawal?
According to Photos, the year was 2013 ðŸ˜±
(From this moment onward, you will find numerous posts dated back to 2013, 2014, and 2015.)

All of us were also there to celebrate the hosts' new chapter at a new place. Thank you for the hospitality, Azwan and Tiqa. We truly felt at home.

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The ladies even filmed our version of Nigella Bites. Actually, more like WonderWomen Babble, heh. Meanwhile, the gentlemen let us be.

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The children? The moment Inas invited her friends to the play room, they created their own galaxy. A system comprising billions of toys, with curiosities here and there, held together by innocence (definition adapted from Google Dictionary). 

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Cute how the little ones interacted with each other. They played, they misunderstood one another in the process, and later, they formed a stronger force to create more amusements. When their energy depleted, to the adults they went. For a bottle of milk, a hug, or a dose of laughter.

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I did miss Khalish and Kamal. The son was unwell and the daddy volunteered to care for him as the mommy had not socialised with her chums for a long time. Surrounded by happiness, I started to appreciate the now. Furthermore, there was Lampu, the one from the southern state, whom everybody there rarely met. She and her family left earlier to attend another do, but their cheerful vibe stayed.

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With such a vibe, the remaining people continued our conversation at the dining room. Over food, of course. All were sumptuous. Except for the ones I cooked. My first attempt at Nasi Tomato, second at Ayam Merah. The rice broke because I vigorously stirred it. The chicken was too hot because I underestimated the chilis. Edible, but not as delicious as I wished they would be. Better next time, amin. 

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At the end, we celebrated Mas's birthday. Love the family photos. How Mirza lovingly kissed Muaz, how Marissa longingly gazed at the cake, how Madir secretly caught the daughter doing so, how she later nonchalantly digged into the icing, and how beautiful Mas was with Muaz serenely sleeping in her embrace.

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What unexpectedly ensued was a 'candle debacle'! All the children started to cry because Mas was the only one blowing the candles. To soothe them, Di brought the cake with the relighted candles to each child and they took turns being the birthday celebrant. The rest of the adults sang birthday song again and again while guffawing at the whole scene!

Oh, we could not thank you enough for hosting, Azwan and Tiqa. A superb day it was for the WonderWomen family. Especially for the ladies ðŸ˜‰

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Also in the potluck series, WonderMokchics: Putrajaya