Sunday, May 24, 2015

Free, Light, and Easy

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It is absolutely normal for one to think of a free, light, and easy day when deadline looms, eh. There is a new work in my inbox, yet, instead of a research, I regress. Heh. Not everybody is as strong as my boss when it comes to wrestling with Sunday's lethally leisure force. 

As I further, ahem, regress, let me post a set of photos of my boss and his son during a family outing. Yes, aside from being a graphic design intern, I have also been appointed, by the same man, as an event photographer. Between the two designations, I am more at ease with the latter because I have been guided to use the DSLR camera by the senior photographer, who also happens to be the boss, for seven years. On the other hand, although I do enjoy the creative aspects of graphic design, I find the technical aspects very challenging.

Thus, these. Carefree photos truly relieve my anxiety with the new task. Truly inspire, too. Last but not least, a note for my boss: thank you for understanding me. (A note for the blog visitors: a post on the boy's teeth adventure soon.)

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The Expressways

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Last Sunday.
Ten hours from Ketereh to Bandar Baru Bangi,
via the East Coast Expressway
and the Kuala Lumpur - Seremban Expressway:

Farewell, Mok.
My playlist, with Zee Avi's Siboh Kitak Nangis being my favourite.
Ajil Rest & Recuperation, my family's first stop along the expressway.
There, Khalish said the burger from a stall was better than the one from McDonald's (of course).
How I innocently overtook a Mitsubishi Lancer, only to realise that I ended up in a convoy.
Temerloh Rest & Recuperation, my family's last stop along the expressway.
There, Kamal and I indulged in Gulai Tempoyak Ikan Patin with nasi and ulam.
There, in order to enjoy the combo, we let Khalish have potato crisps (a rare occurrence, no worry).
The vista, enough said.
The vista being Instagrammable, enough said.
Alpha Angle, because the car needed a wash and the little boy needed to do number one.
Kamal at the rooftop for the photo above.
Lisa's sleepover, due to a morning schedule with her daddy.
Midnight laundry.
My playlist, with Dire Straits' Why Worry lulling me to dreamland.
 Contentment.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

To Be

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Three Generations. Three K's.
Kalthum and her youngest child, Kamal, and her youngest grandchild, Khalish.
(May 17, 2015)

My little family has just reached home from Rembau. Alhamdulillah, despite the deadlines at work, Kamal and I could still visited our parents. Ayah, Mak, and Mok were also happy to meet Khalish. Too short a time, yes. Only four hours in Negeri Sembilan today and two days in Kelantan last weekend. Nevertheless, quality is most important. At least, for now. Hopefully, we will be blessed with the rizq to spend more time with our parents. 

Run & Roll

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I always dream of a home with a cosy patio that faces a lovely garden, where the children play as the adults converse over cake and coffee. Just the way it was each time my siblings and I gathered in Rembau. Oh, the cake and coffee are merely my preference though. The Chembong Clan, based on our previous tea times, preferred Chef Asmah's Cucur Badak. Thank you, Mak.

Thank you, Ayah, too, for the maintained turf. The children never hesitated to explore the backyard barefooted. Neither were they doubtful about rolling on the grass. The adults, needless to say, encouraged the children to do more.

My dream will be materialised soon, I am optimistic. Meanwhile, Khalish and his cousins may enjoy their grandparents' garden and I shall relish such moments with innumerable photos. Shared today are those from the recent weekends.

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Ivy Yasmin, the youngest of the clan, to date.


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Khalish, the fourth eldest among the junior clan members.


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Khalish and Ivy.
(I can't wait for the day that all the children reunite again.)


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Of course, my father, the head of the clan. 
Sometimes, also the gardener, only because he loves the task.

Friday, May 22, 2015

Simply

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Magnanimous.
A word introduced by a friend.
The way she connected magnanimity with humility moved me to a new space.
There, I became calmer.
May the space expand, the soul enriched.

Tuesday, April 21, 2015

The Silence

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“Have you ever heard the wonderful silence just before the dawn? 
Or the quiet and calm just as a storm ends? 
Or perhaps you know the silence 
when you haven't the answer to a question you've been asked, 
or the hush of a country road at night, 
or the expectant pause of a room full of people when someone is just about to speak, 
or, most beautiful of all, 
the moment after the door closes and you're alone in the whole house? 
Each one is different, you know, 
and all very beautiful if you listen carefully.” 
 Norton JusterThe Phantom Tollbooth

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

Seni in the City

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Seven days of semester break last week. Khalish's first as a year one student. Naturally, he looked forward to being free from schedules. Lego, story books, Plants vs. Zombies, game reviews, CBeebies, experiments, playground, and sketch pad galore. I let him be. Partly because a child is supposed to have fun, partly because I was occupied with other commitments.

My only concern was the boy's lack of socialising. That was when I received an e-mail forwarded by Kamal. Hey, art programme, registered.

That Thursday, Khalish and I reached Suria KLCC as early as 10:00 a.m. The boy was excited at the sight of Galeri Petronas. At the library, he even joined the other participants as though they had been friends for ages, surprise surprise. Another surprise was my clinginess. I almost asked the facilitators, "may I be here all day long as an extra facilitator?" At that moment, Khalish waved at me, indicating that, firstly, I should proceed with my own activities, and secondly, he was fine. So, instead of the initial question, I asked the facilitators "may I photograph my son during lunch hour, and afterward, at the the end of the program?"

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That clinginess ended there though. As soon as I walked out of the library, a realisation hit. Me time!

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MAESTRO and Earthworks exhibitions still captivated me even after three visits. Alone, I was able to appreciate each masterpiece. The mommy within me thought of Khalish though. For his art to be displayed there one fine day.

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After a walk around the mall, I settled into a spot at Kinokuniya. While browsing through pages at that particular section, I wished to be a millionaire so that I could build a library as vast as the store with books and stationeries as varied as the collection there. As the crowd at the section grew, I moved to the upper level, where there were more artistic elements. 

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Since the art programme provided lunch for the participants, I dined by myself. To me, the best place to do so is always O'Coffee Club, Kinokuniya. Back at Galeri Petronas, Khalish and his new friends relaxed at the library before the next session. 

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About the art programme. For only RM35, each child was exposed to three creative sessions. Free flow of materials as a bonus. With extraordinary works by extraordinary artists around the children, how could they not be inspired? 

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Most importantly, Kamal and I would love Khalish to meet more people. Seeing others' imagination on papers, the boy felt encouraged to freely express his ideas. Too far from the box at times, heh. Thank God for passionate facilitators. 

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At the end of the day, Khalish asked Kamal and I, "what is the next art programme?" He added, "a programme with a lot of friends, please." One that involves the parents as well, perhaps.

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