Monday, December 24, 2012

Monsoon

Kelantan welcomed Kamal, Khalish, and I last Friday the monsoon way. Since then, we have experienced 22 hours of rain and merely 120 minutes of sun daily. Refreshing.

The only challenge was the laundry. Two days for the laundered clothes to dry, unless they are aired near a fan. The dryer? Hibernation mode, enough said. Too minute a challenge though.

Alhamdulillah, my parents-in-law are well. So are the other family members here. Grateful, we gathered as often as our time permitted.

On Saturday, Ayoh and Mok hosted a lunch in Ketereh. My mother-in-law, with the help of my sisters-in-law and their respective daughters, cooked up a storm. Then, there were delish desserts by a niece.

Yesterday, another niece and her family invited everybody to savour the sumptuous food at Restoran Nasi Ulam Kampung Kraftangan. Kamal, Khalish, and I proceeded to a cousin's new house afterward, where the rest of her family members received us with a lot of stories. Entertaining.

Today, my eldest sister-in-law, her husband, and their children, as well as the extended families, call the whole clan to their place. More delicious treats await. Too bad Kamal, Khalish, and I need to depart to Bandar Baru Bangi after breakfast.

All in all, we are grateful to be in Kelantan again. May we be blessed with more opportunities to be with our loved ones. It is raining love, absolutely.


• Blogged from my phone •

Monday, December 17, 2012

Life, Celebrated

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My December mantra is "celebrate life", hence a reminiscence of one more beautiful event.


Iris, Khalish's lovely second cousin, turned three last September. Kamal, Khalish, and I remember how great her birthday celebration was. Thank you, Azmel and Lida, for the invitation. 

I particularly loved the party for these reasons:
+ Family galore. 
+ Details oh details. 
+ Opportunity to socialise, for Khalish. 

More stories accompanying the photos. My only wish was to photograph more, which was made impossible because I needed to be at Khalish's beck and call. Nevertheless, all of us had tremendous fun!

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Kudos to Azmel's sisters for their creativity with the activities. Even Khalish, who was his usual shy self among strangers, was tempted to be a part of a game in the end. As for Iris, she was one graceful host. 

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The reasons Khalish finally went out of his shell, albeit merely for a little while: 

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Many children were garbed according to the royal theme. Among them was Azfer, one of Khalish's second cousins. It surely was surreal to be surrounded by the little princes and princesses.

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Chocolate disguised as golden coins were at stake for one of the activities. Oh, the gleam in Khalish's eyes upon seeing those coins. Later, we knew why.

Back at home that evening, the little boy was so excited to play with a new set of Lego that he became extremely frustrated when I advised him to bathe first. In a blink of an eye, he morphed into a monster. Consequently, a clash ensued:

Khalish: I said I want to play with the new Lego first. Can't you hear me?
Kamal: Khalish, why did you shout to mommy? Even if you disagree, say it nicely. Apologise, please.
Khalish: No, I don't want to say sorry!
Kamal: No sorry, no Lego.
Khalish: You can't take it from me. It's my Lego!
Kamal: Who bought it?
Khalish: Me!
Kamal: How could you buy it with no money?
Khalish: Yes, I have money!
Kamal: Where?

There and then, Khalish revealed the content of the pocket on his shirt. A loot of chocolate disguised as golden coins. His so-called money. Kamal and I tried our best to stifle a laugh. Oh, the confidence in the little boy's eyes. 

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Khalish loved Iris' birthday cake, too. Who wouldn't? A grand pink castle on top of a glorious hill, with fair princesses of various styles around. Then, there was also a delish ice cream cake for Alisha, another one of Khalish's second cousins, who celebrated her fifth birthday. 

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My favourite part of the party? The chance to meet other family members, certainly. Parents, uncles, aunts, cousins, second cousins, nephews, nieces, second nephews, second nieces, and more from the family tree. Thank you again, Azmel and Lida, for the beautiful afternoon. 

To Iris, happy third birthday!

Friday, December 07, 2012

A Sense of Peoplehood

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Eventually. A day that inspires me to write here again. The other days did inspire me to engage in a million of extraordinary affairs, but to post to Chech: Eccentric was never one of them. Absence triples my fondness for life documentation though. 

Aside from the blog, I happened to miss my parents, too. Thus this. About them. About us.

Kamal, Khalish, and I have welcomed their visits more than they have received ours, due to Kamal's hectic work schedule. "We love being in Bangi" was their answer to my proposal to drive to Rembau. Which was expected of my father and mother, who once drove to and fro Negeri Sembilan and Terengganu within a day just to attend a wedding. 

Now, they are in Sarawak, along with a group of friends. For ten days, the group embarks on an excursion across East Malaysia. All in the search of one's true soul. Togetherness is a part of the progress. 

Therefore, today's post honors one of my parents' qualities: spirit of togetherness. The photos may date back to Syawal 11, 1433H, the only time I tagged them along for Aidilfitri visit, yet, the value that both of them have shared shall remain eternally. To Pak Long and Mak Long's three daughters, whose houses my parents, my youngest brother, Khalish, and I visited that day, thank you for your hospitality.

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