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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