A perfect time for reminiscence. At least, to me, the blogger who claims to document her significant moments here, yet, were doing so scarcely. My repentance is in the form of reminiscence, yes.
Ones of the things I treasure along the year are the times I spent with chums. From primary school to university. Therefore, presenting photos of my chums and I that never made it here because of my procrastination, and at times, slow Internet:
Primary school chum
|Khalish seemed to be amused with our expressions while conversing with each other.|
We eventually met again, thanks to the invitation to his family's open house during the recent Aidilfitri. If I could be there later, which I could not because of other events in the late afternoon, I could have met other primary school chums as well. How I would love to catch up with them, over a long meal, one fine day.
Zarul, once I find a reliable nanny for my son, I would love to photograph your talent and skill in the kitchen. Again, thank you for the invitation to the open house. It was nice to feel the familiarity of Bandar Tun Razak.
High School Chums
|The asian sea bass was a hit. So were the sea coconut drink and iced chocolate. Not to mention our latest updates.|
Fathin happened to move to the place Kamal and I stayed at while waiting for our current house to be completed. So, I volunteered to fetch her. Oh, I loved the conversation in the car.
I was entering a new phase then. Husband's new career and our major decisions. Was I relieved to have those listening ears and their simply fun vibes. The dinner at Village View must be re-lived, chums. A new restaurant?
When I went to Zarul's open house, I crossed my fingers that I would meet other primary school chums although I knew it was too early. Surprise, surprise, I did meet one chum. Not from the primary school years, but from university years. Hello, senior coursemate.
|Khalish threw a tantrum because he wanted to be in the car pronto. At least, his antics induced much laughter. Ha ha!|
A confession: another coursemate, whom I was close to, speculated that the tomboy Chech had a crush on that particular senior. My fault. I was a fan of his proficiency in the languages he decided to master. Then, there was his persona when he spoke. The knowledge, too. Farizal, I am still your big fan. Never a crush though. Heh.
Then, there are multiple series of photos with the university circle, of course. Multiple series, you read that right. You were warned about the insanely innumerable photos I was going to post here, weren't you? These photos are dear to me, as well as the beautiful moments.
Series 1: Madir, Mas, and Mirza in Bandar Baru Bangi
They were nearby my place, and, there and then, they decided to drop by. How I welcomed that. My only concern was the lack of food and beverage to serve to my dear, dear chums from Universiti Teknologi Malaysia days. Mas, my coursemate, my housemate, and at times, my roommate as I crashed her room, and Madir, the witty senior at Kelab Kaunseling & Kerjaya. The three of us ended up feasting on fish chips from Kelantan.
Tolong jangan serik datang lagi, ya.
|Khalish was excited about Mirza's visit, but, because of minimal experience with peers his age, he only offered his toy to a new friend from afar.|
Mirza, meanwhile, was one cool baby.
|Smiles and coos, a lot of them.|
|Oh, those cheeks. I love the eyes and the chin, too. Oh, I love him wholly.|
|A pose first, then, a cry for Aunty Chech to stop being an auntyrazzi.|
|Khalish, still shy, and Mirza, always amused.|
|Madir & Mirza.|
I was very confident that I would be free to join another coursemate from Sarawak, Alariece, for one day in Kuala Lumpur that I made a promising statement in Facebook. Only to break it a day before the set date. How sad I was to hear her frustrated voice over the telephone as I mentioned a work commitment with my husband. I did miss Alariece. The sadness must have been all over my face afterwards that Kamal decided to cancel my participation in that particular appointment.
Eventually, Alariece and I met. We chatted and laughed and chatted and laughed over lunch, for me, and cocktail, for her, at The Apartment. We walked around Suria KLCC afterwards for a fun photo shoot. Let us do such outing again in Sarawak one fine day.
|It was 3:00 p.m.|
After-lunch cocktail for Alariece.
|A late lunch for me who had just finished training session at the gym then.|
Alariece befriended a waiter from Senegal, who was also a student at a local university.
My chum has always been amiable.
Both the weather and the model.
|Spontaneous photo shoot around Suria KLCC.|
We were a rock-and-roll duo, definitely.
It started with the birth of Zura's bundle of joy. Then, an Aidilfitri open house and birthday
do at Tiqa's place. It was followed by a lunch session at Zura's place two weeks later. The children surely had as much fun as their respective mothers and the aunts.
Let me begin with The TESLirious and Ellery Zulaykha story, and continue with the other series in new posts, because there was Khalish as special feature. Oh, I exaggerated. The other series need to be featured in new posts because I am sure you are tired of scrolling for the photos by now. Heh.
Di, Mas, Madir, Mirza, Tiqa, Inas, and I decided to visit the newest addition to our family together. First, lunch and gift-hunt in Suria KLCC. Followed by Zura's parents' place, where Zura spent her confinement period.
|Us, at California Pizza Kitchen, Suria KLCC.|
|At Zura's parents' place.|
Zura's mom charmed all the babies there with her voice and smiles. She did charm us, too, with her hospitality.
Thank you for having us.
|Chatterboxes and curious babies blend well, surprise, surprise.|
The aunts were extremely cheeky.
|Mas charmed Ellery, too.|
Also admiring was Mirza. Cute.
|The babies also love being in Di's arms.|
|Look at Inas and Mirza, trying to sabotage Ellery's rest, just like we did. Oh, no!|
And, look at the adults, simply blissed in each other's presence.
|Welcome to the world, Ellery. Welcome to motherhood, Zura.|