Selections Of Raya/Eid Photographs
And in exclusive, Amirul B Ruslan Big-O-Vision:
At the house of a friend of Father Ruslan's. We go every year. He makes a do every year, and his house is nice. Now a cat occupies most seats, forcing the more human populace to sit on the floor.
It turns out I need to sleep sometimes, and I do fall asleep. Surprise, surprise. What I do find a surprise is that there's a smiling cat being squashed by me. Rather sad.
I shaved so that I could give the impression that I am indeed a young person, ready to collect your modest endowments of cash. It didn't much work.
Mr Ruslan and the youngest Ms. Ruslan, who is quite confused over her status as Lady Seroja I. I tell her one of her daughters will become Lady Seroja II, but she doesn't seem to understand the concept of her hereditary barony.
BOOM! BANG! Crickle-crackle! Fireworks look rubbish in photos, but this one did go up in a decent exhibition of white explosiveness. It also emitted large amounts of smoke, which might have given the impression from afar that we were reenacting a Napoleonic battle. We weren't. We were just setting alight to a large number of explosive stick-thingies.
On the first night, seeing that we were going to leave for Kelantan the next day, we had a party/dinner/gathering thing. Small-ish. Members of the Kem family made it, among others, but noticeably all of the ten people I invited were unable to attend. Hmmm? I fear I have lost my popularity. Here, Jan escapes to the lands of upstairs, where he is safe from the meddling hands of children.
The road(s) to Kelantan are dotted with photos like these, which are mostly blurred due to the movement of vehicles. I can only assume this must be a popular eatery and hangout spot for the local population, as well as the occasional tourist and out-of-towner. I'm not one of them.
Roslyn Ruslan and her cohort/sister/Prefect partner/common gossiper/etc/etc Ashley Gayle (Ruslan). Ashley came over, ate, sat down, talked on the phone, ate, and did all sorts of things expected of a member of the Ruslan family. With her phone number as a solid sign of her legitimacy as a Ruslan, as well as the fact that she's been in the family longer than Jan has, there remains no doubt that she must be invited for any gathering.
Roslyn says she really likes this photo, simply because she thinks that by holding a candle tilted diagonally, she is a goth who is GOING TO KILL YOU. But that's Roslyn.
Seroja in the car, but she's awfully blurry.
A wonderful (real? fake? replica?) ancient telephone in Kelantan. There's more than one here in this house, which we stay at every year. I don't understand how people could literally dial phone numbers.
The Big Photo (which isn't the actual Big Photo - the Big Photo is the photo that squeezes all members of my mother's side into a single frozen 1/60th of a second in large resolutions. Pictured here are my parents, grandparents, sisters, and the most handsome man on Earth. Oh, and me.
Zarris Kem, who is less mentioned than his esteemed brother Jim, has become a popular talking point between me and Roslyn. He's a wonderful person, he is. We... just like to talk about him. A lot. We like to talk about him. Did you know that?
