Wednesday, February 25, 2015

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Ayah & Mak, visiting Mok.
Also photographed, Kamal & Khalish.
Kelantan last week. A spontaneous trip as the initial plan to visit my parents in Negeri Sembilan changed at the last minute because they would like to go to Kelantan. Therefore, a visit to my mother-in-law's place, previously arranged after the Chinese New Year holiday, was rescheduled to coincide with my parents' trip. 

Ayah and Mak suggested the use of the East Coast Expressway, now that the second phase, which connects Jabur and Kuala Terengganu, has been completed. Very convenient. From the last exit, Kamal, Khalish, and I proceeded to Ketereh via Setiu, Besut, and Pasir Puteh. 

It was a light and easy drive with a couple of stops. The only challenge was a congestion due to an accident before Ajil. We departed from Bandar Baru Bangi on Wednesday, 3:30 p.m. and reached Ketereh on Thursday, 12:15 a.m. A longer drive from Kota Bharu to Bandar Baru Bangi on Saturday, but we did not mind it.

How happy we were to meet Mok again. Recently hospitalised, she appeared fragile. Physically and mentally. Never had we seen her on the bed almost throughout the day. Her appetite decreased, too. Now and then, she tried to fight the illness by conversing with us. 

Alhamdulillah, she felt better by Friday. My brother-in-law and his family further cheered her up with their presence. In the evening, after wishing the best to my sister-in-law and her husband for their umrah, my eldest sister-in-law and her family joined us for a special dinner. Thank you for the delicious meal and the good time, everybody.

The next day, Ayah and Mak, on their way back to Rembau from Tanah Merah, stopped by Ketereh. I was truly happy to welcome them as we had not seen each other for a while. At that time, I missed Ayoh though. I was sure Kamal felt it as well.

We only made our way back to Selangor after tea time with another sister-in-law and her family. Hope to be there again, soon. Meanwhile, our prayers for your well-being, Mok.


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Homeward-bound.

Monday, February 16, 2015

Khalischool II

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May you introduce yourself to my blog visitors?
Hello, everybody. I am Khalish. Hold on. Mommy, what is blog and why does it have visitors?

Khalish, I am sure you will have a lot of questions later. May I answer them after the interview?
Sure. You must remember to answer the questions later, mommy. Without the answers, my neurons wilt.

My neurons will also wilt if you do not answer my questions now. So, continue with your introduction.
Hello, everybody. I am Khalish. My mommy is Chech and my daddy is Camus. I am six years old now, but I will be seven years old on my birthday. Oh, I want Lego Ewok Village for my birthday!

Let's save money for that set. Shall we continue with the interview?
Yes. Save money. Yes. Continue with the interview. I want to eat cereal after this.

Yes, let's eat cereal after this. Now, my next question. How do you find being in a primary school?
I don't have to find it. You drive me there. I am familiar with the road, but I can't walk on my own. It is dangerous for children to walk outside their homes and schools without adults.

I am glad that you know the dos and don'ts. Daddy often says "fear nothing but the fear itself", but it is also good to be cautious now and then, eh. By the way, let me make a mental note to teach you about figurative language. Then, let me rephrase my question. What do you think of the primary school?
It is very big. There are more friends, more teachers, and more books. I miss Q-Dees because I know every friend, every teacher, and every book there, but I can see some of my friends from the preschool and they are fine. So, I am fine, too.

What do you like and dislike about the school?
The bad things first. The toilet is far. Oh, there are only squat toilets. The good things now. I like it that you train me to poop after lunch, before going to school. I like the tie. I wish I can wear the tie with my sports attire, too. I like it when the Pendidikan Jasmani teacher let my friends and I play on the field.

I assume the field is your favourite place in school?
Yes, it is. Another favourite place is the canteen. Thank you for the packed food, mommy. Now, I feel hungry. May I have a bowl of cereal, please. Milk and banana, too.

Sure. After another question, perhaps?
Sure.

Any subject you particularly like?
I prefer to tell you about the bad things first and the good things afterward, so, may I talk about what I dislike before sharing what I like?

Of course, you may. Go ahead.
I wish I don't have to learn Bahasa Arab. It is good for my neurons to learn a different language, but can't we choose the language? I want to learn a combination of Bahasa Melayu, Italian, Korean, and Spanish. Wait, is such combination a gibberish, mommy?

Half gibberish, half creole.
Creole? That sounds cool. I would love to invent a creole.

First things first. Back to the subjects you like and dislike, please.
Bahasa Arab is the only subject I dislike. Please help me with Bahasa Arab at home, mommy. When you pray, you understand the meaning, I suppose. You don't have to help me in Bahasa Melayu and English. Those are my favourite subjects.

I only understand the basic meaning of what I say during prayers, Khalish. Not the whole language. We will learn Bahasa Arab together, no worry. It surprised me though that you like Bahasa Melayu now. It was one of my favourite subjects in school, too. For our next interview, I would like to do it in Bahasa Melayu.
No problem. My only problem now is I am extremely hungry. I thought you said I may have my snacks after one question.


Post the interview, both of us played with Lego that I completely forgot to teach Khalish about figurative language. He never asked about creole either. Nonetheless, I remembered to explain to him the concept of blog although he was distracted by the thoughts of 'words that rhyme with blog'.

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Friday, January 30, 2015

A Little Note, A Few Photos

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Kamal, Joey, Khalish, and I were among the last people to be out of the auditorium, where Q-Dees Annual Concert and Graduation 2014 was held. The weather was gorgeous, the garden was spacious. Perfect for a mini photography session, I thought. Khalish was in a mischievous mode though. An instant "jom" to my "jom bergambar di taman", yet I was the only one to proceed as he stood still and laughed behind me. That moment, Kamal decided to catch up with an old boy from koleq days, whose daughter was Khalish's schoolmate. 

Having helped Khalish to change from concert costume to casual clothes, I tried my luck again to photograph him with Kamal and Joey. To no avail. Until we reached the parking area. Ah, better something than nothing. It was not every day that he and his half brother were together :) (Lisa, Khalish said he wished that you were there, too.) 

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Thursday, January 29, 2015

Q-Dees: The Finale

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I prophesy that, this year, Chech: Eccentric will be full of reminiscences of 2014. With a little of 2013. Perhaps, some from 2012. I shared about Q-Dees Sports Carnival 2014 last week. Now, let us revisit Q-Dees Concert 2014.

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It was my third time at the auditorium, Petronas Leadership Centre. My first time was for Q-Dees Concert 2012. My second time, Q-Dees Concert 2013. Seated in the middle, surrounded by other parents, caretakers, grandparents, siblings, and relatives, there came a surge of sentimentality. Which became tears as the first performance started. Nobody noticed, phew. Why would they when their attention was solely on the beautiful children.

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By the way, there was a new emcee. Never a dull moment throughout the concert. Another newness was the introduction of theme for each age group. Can you guess the themes based on the teachers' apparels?

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Wild Wild West and K-Pop themes for the four-year-olds. Bollywood and Latin themes for the five-year-olds. Malay theme for the six-year-olds.

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Oh, I loved the costumes. Like the previous years, the children could keep the basic clothes as mementos. How I wished Khalish and his friends could keep the headdresses as well. Splendid sense of style definitely, dear teachers and volunteers.

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Of course, superb performances by the children, too. The stage was their world and they dominated each inch of space. Even the otherwise reserved Khalish surprised Kamal and I with his confidence.

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About Khalish. For a person who has always preferred to be behind the scene and for the countless days that he missed the practices due to travelling, he was a star in my eyes throughout the concert. I did laugh with Kamal when our son obviously kept on glancing at the other dancers to ensure that he did not miss a step. I also acknowledged a joke made by Kamal's former schoolmate, whose daughter was a five-year-old at the same preschool, that "Khalish is just like his daddy, not meant to be a dancer." Nevertheless, I applauded the boy's courage to face his fear and changed it to a valuable experience.

(About me. No, I am not an entirely biased mommy. I am just a very positive one. Heh.)

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Between the children's dances, sketches, and choirs, were family's slots. My family won one of the lucky draws, but we were not eligible for the best-dressed family competition. As we had a plan to be out and about later, the practical us chose casual attires. Most of the audience was garbed according to the aforementioned themes though. Very colourful, perfect for a spontaneous fashion show.

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Eventually came the graduation ceremony. Cue the proud parents. Congratulations, Khalish, for three years of life enrichment.

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Again, Kamal and I would love to extend our gratitude to the teachers and staff at Q-Dees Damai Impian, Bandar Baru Bangi. Thank you for calming a tearful Khalish almost every morning during the first year, at least once every week in the second year, and, occasionally in the third year. Thank you for the delicious food during tea time. Thank you for understanding the boy's eccentricity. Thank you for bringing the best out of him. Thank you for the hugs. Fundamentally, thank you for the love.

Friday, January 23, 2015

Last but Not Least

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Today marks Khalish's second week as a year one student. He loves the primary school, but he also misses the preschool. "I wish to meet my former teachers again, mommy" he said yesterday. 

I would love to meet them, too. There are words to share and gifts to pass. Next week, hopefully.

Meanwhile, here are photos of Q-Dees Sports Carnival 2014. The last for the six-year-olds then. Also the last for Kamal and I. *Tiba-tiba, ada habuk masuk mata*

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Unlike the previous year, Kamal, Khalish, and I were among the earliest to be at the venue. As soon as we entered German-Malaysian Institute Sports Complex, the boy joined his teachers and friends. Seeing his sudden quietness among them, Kamal commented with a smile, "ah, he is introverted, like the parents." Which was fine, of course.

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Breakfast time before the first event. Potluck breakfast, to be precise. One of the staffs, dearly known to everyone as Kak Ton, ensured that parents' food and beverage contributions were arranged accordingly. She also welcomed us with a heartfelt smile.

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With the children completely energised, the carnival began. Surprise, surprise, Khalish was the signage bearer for En-Baird. The parade of classes received enthusiastic applause from the spectators. As the event continued, the applause became more spirited. Biased parents, siblings, grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, and the like, eh.

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How could we not be biased? The children were truly impressive. Their cuteness was a bonus. Oh, including the expressionless Khalish. Heh.

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That boy was very nervous actually. Due to travelling, he missed a lot of practice sessions. Fortunately, the teachers were full of encouragement. At the end of the day, it was not the first place that mattered. Khalish and his friends ultimately had great fun.

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Thank you, Mrs. Nurul Faizah Mohamad, the principal of Q-Dees Damai Impian, Bandar Baru Bangi, Mrs. Sabrina Abdul Rahman, the teacher of En-Baird 2014, Mrs. Rozeleen Yussof, the teacher of En-Einstein 2013, and Mrs. Fara Hana Ali, the teacher of En-Livingstone 2012, for the beautiful moments all of you have shared with Khalish.

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