Further Photos From Raya/Eid 2007: Under The "C" Collection
... I don't know why I'm labeling it the "C" collection, simply aside from the fact that it has to sorted under the letter C so that the folder doesn't lump it along with the untitled photos with names starting from DSC.
Here goes!
There really were a lot of photos. Altogether there were 1300 in the memory card, 940MB worth, though in the end only the last two hundred were actually about Raya (or as the rest of the world, and not me, calls it, Eid).
Now for exclusive Amirul Big-O-Vision!
These here cousins have their shiny, new (and for Arief - the one in blue -, rarely worn in my presence) glasses. I'm sure it extends their vision, and serves as a wonderful disguise when trying to avoid people. I mean, it works for Clark Kent.
Mr Ruslan certainly enjoys his tiny snacks.
Jan, bless the rabbit, hides away from view yet again. On the evening of the first day, when we launched our own Raya gathering (you may have read the previous post). Jan enjoys the attention yet avoids it. Good of him. However, intelligent as he is, I cannot say that the bed is a particularly effective hiding place.
A selection of guests and hosts around the table where most of the food occupied. I am told it was rather good. This information was whispered to me by my taste buds, though I mainly had cake. Thick, rich chocolate cake. It's so thick that you could... never mind. But really. Too thick, but good. Oh, the chocolate cake is not pictured.
Jim Kem and Roslyn Ruslan, talking no doubt, though their topic of discussion is something not known to me. I surely hope it wasn't anything bad about me. Young Mr. Kem used to have a blog where he would write, write and write, occasionally about me, but now he has abandoned it. He still harbors dreams of owning jimkem.com, bless the lad.
A rather awful photo of me, Ashley and Roslyn, squashed into a tiny frame of 1280x960. Rather awful, because there's no congruous space between all of us. Gyah!
Young Miss Kem (the only Miss Kem, actually!) and the Matriarch of the Ruslans, often affectionately called Mom. Elle played a lot, though mostly among other little kids, and with her own mother. When doing none of these things, she is usually asleep. Sweet girl.
Three old friends, which is not to say they are old, but rather the length of their friendship implies a lasting strength, heheh, reviewing photos from what I believe to be the Dark Ages. You've got that right: it's the 1980s. Mom had these weird, big, big big glasses. They say it's coming in fashion again. Who cares about fashion? Not me. So there. Aunty Mary and Uncle Hymeir, two of my four godparents, offer their own enlightened comments regarding those maedieval times. (Indeed, I am purposely adding the 'a' to medieval, just to make a prat out of myself).
Uncle Hymeir and Uncle Asri. Uncle Asri recently got back from Saudi Arabia. Roslyn helped him out when he had his cooking demonstration at One Utama recently. His book, Dining For Two, is out now and really nice. I wholeheartedly recommend you to go out there and buy it. Its only flaw is that I sometimes spell it as Ding For Two
Dancing on a bed, though mostly jumping up and down and swinging limbs about, is what these three are doing. Sadly, it's to the tune of that grotesque High School Musical tune You Are The Music In Me. I shudder
And thus ends Part Two of the Raya 2007 photos! Will there be a Part Three? (Answer: Yes, if Amirul can possibly sustain his writingness long enough for it. Easily 270 photos to go, people!)
