ISUMA Potluck Gathering

 

Here comes Johnny

singin’ oldies goldies,

hey that bapak lu lah…

see what I said…

 

That probably what these kids were singing, when the guests, including me, were arriving.

Well.. we might be bunch of oldies, but hey, look here young man & young ladies…We can still joke and laugh like the good old days.

   

   

Experience taught us how to start a small talk.

and gave us the ability to multi-task.. listening and talking and eating at the same time.

 

Perhaps due to the long years of depart, some had to start by looking around, taking time to recall who and who we were.

 

but it didn't take too long for us to get the acquaintance fixed.

     

And remember kids, we were once bunch of kids too, but that was many years ago. As we didn't have a cell phone then, we communicated thru mouth, not thru text messages.

And that still the same method we are practicing now. Hence, the Potluck gathering at Pak mat’s, this evening.

Yeah..you might be bored with the oldies..

Go ahead, young people…, watch TV or proceed with your text messaging, while we, the young-at-heart people need to re-build our networking activities.

                

‘Pak Mat’ .?? That's  not his real name. He is an EX-Indiana State University student. So are we…all of us who came that night. Most of us are known well by our nickname. Regardless of our position at this stage, the nickname stays.

The gathering was expected to be attended by only about 20 pax. A little more than 20 chairs were prepared under the tent, which was sponsored by one of us.

Those chairs were all occupied, while many more had to make do with standing.

Having food right in front, no one mind to stand, anyway.

Bon appetite !!

From, Hong Kong pie and Indonesian Lemper and Malaysian lovely ‘Cendol’, The host’s Kacang Pool, Perfect Nasi Lemak, nakedy Hot Dogs, Special Curry Puff, My favorite local kueh, Excellent Penang Chicken Curry and Roti Jala , juicy Satay , Arabian Shawarma and little Italian green spaghetti and America potato skin chips and fruits and..and..and many more. The table was fully topped, like a fiesta.

        

After food………

Ahh…Burrppp..!!!

Now kids, help to get these uncles up , please.

 

Next…………

 

The rest of the night was allocated for a soccer match. This time, all ages got together under one roof, one floor, one TV and one GOAL..!!!!

My Adri’s 15th Birthday.

 

It was not too long ago when we celebrated his 6th.

 

This cute little toddler, now has grown up to a loving boy.

He is now much taller than his sister.

27th Jan 2012 is his 15th birthday. My youngest, Adri. He is wiser and more mature thinking than his age. Smart too. His academic achievement is not too bad. He has always been above average, although I dislike his habit of doing last minute revision.

Most of the time he keeps all his talent unknown to his parents, though.

 

He talks less but sometimes caused me speechless when he does. He can be humorous at times. He is capable to make us laugh with just a single word or even just with his body language.

  

He is a silent challenger.

This handsome man of mine, one day took home a trophy that caused me to stun. Not knowing him being active in sports, the words written on the trophy caught us a great surprise.

‘OLAHRAGAWAN’  (o-luh-ruh-guh-one) is a Malays word for the best athlete of the year.

He was also selected to represent his school in track & field events.

Another day, when he was accompanying his group of friends to a break dance competition. While waiting for the result, he signed up for a contest. His friends lost the battle, while he, who was there for a moral support won 2nd on the ‘Guitar Hero’ contest. He came back with a cash price RM200.

Not too long ago, he told me that he was having a final competition on the following day. He was among the contestant for ‘Azan’ contest. Azan is an Islamic way of calling for prayers in the name of Allah, the most gracious and the most merciful. Azan is called 5 times a day. It marks the commencement of prayers. For that contest, Adri didn't win, but he won my heart, indeed.

They were many more surprises he gave us. Thank you for making your mama proud of you, dear.

Your mama love you. Remember that.

Happy Birthday my boy. May Allah grant you success on whatever you do.