2 posts tagged “raya 2007”
... 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!)
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?
