(PART 1)

As always.. whenever I returned from holiday or long weekend I have always feel a little bit depressed. Not only because of the mountain of pending work but also because if you have tasted something so good, the day to day live seemed worse than before...

My theory goes like this: - More fun, more misery - Little fun, little misery - No fun, no misery. Because how would know that it is a misery if you never taste what fun is.
I believe I was born as a fighter. Or at least, that is how I view my self. A fighter. I seldom accept things just the way they are and always try to fight my self through it. Either through influence (talking and convincing basically), fact and solid data or working my butt off if that's the only way to get what I want. And most of the time, you not always get what you want..

Similar thing have been happening again although it is now in different dimension .

I beat my self up for a week and try to see things in different angle. I came to a point that it is impossible to please everybody and not get my self caught in between. I feel like having lump in my throat trying to repress all the emotion I have been feeling and I know that this is bad for my self. I felt intellectually crippled and emotionally kidnapped.

I finally managed to find a person where I could speak without having to worry of being judged or flamed. I was fully aware that the person I spoke to most probably will not be able to do anything about it but at least she/he is there to listen and emphatize. Without emotion. And with high degree of confidentiality. Someone that I fully trust will not repeat what I said nor let it influence her/his own emotion. Which is exactly what I need. Another emotion is the last thing I need at the moment..

And I gladly feel better afterwards. At least I am now at the beginning of accepting the fact that things has changed. What happened in a book, happened in a book. Life sometimes work in it's own funny way where I do not always have control of what is happening no matter how hard I want to control or influence it. It just not it. Not now. Probably not ever again. All I need to (and the only thing I can) do is do my own share and do things within my own domain as best as I could. The rest is up to life. And no, I don't want to talk about this anymore. So don't ask me about what it is..
PART 2
Venue: Kampung Merang... Terengganu - : I love this place... Ok... Bukanlah disebabkan ini kampung tanah kelahiran saya... But is a quite village in Terengganu. Discover this village for yourself... get off the car, walk off the beach, leave the hotel lobby.... walk through the fields at sunrise.
..Leave behind the camera, the list of places to go, things to do and stuff to buy. Walk down a dirt path where fishermen nod and call out: 'Nok gi maneh?' Answer simply:'Jalan-jalan', 'Just walking'. Walk slowly, slowly enough to hear the wind in the bamboo, the wings of dragon fly, and the soft footfalls of grace...
...on my trip to Terengganu kali ni... I met a man, called William Vickery. He was a retired Private First Class from the US army. He lives in Hawaii and moves every 6 months between Hawaii, Bali and Terengganu.... I will never forget his wise words: "I travel between Heaven and Paradise..."
Part 3
Kalau tidak kerana "disuruh" Hairi, memang tak teringat langsung nak buat pijat/urut di Terengganu kali ni. Dari pergi berjalan ke sana ke sini... diselaputi habuk, baik ikut saya ikut Andrew, Fuad dan Hairi pergi massage di Spa dekat Aryani Beach Resort (milik Raja Bahrin)... katanya . Biasa larr, kita lebih sibuk mengangkut kamera ke hulu ke hilir, dari menyibukkan diri nak "manjakan diri".... haaahaaa .
I just realised that there is never a picture perfect vacation .... each and everyone in this world has their own view of the world thus their view of the perfect vacation is different... so someone's picture perfect vacation might be a nightmare to others. Haahaaa

Part 4...
Pelik betul dengan selera makan Andy... Entah... mungkin ketika ini kami semua adalah anak dagang di rantau orang... (kecuali saya - sebab terengganu adalah tanah kelahiran saya)... jadi, menu sarapan paginya adalah yang berikut....
Makan petang:
dan...
malam juga... juadah yg sama... sampai saya yg memang sudah biasa-biasa dengan nasik dagang ni pun jadi teruja sama utk menikmatinya setiap masa... hadoiiiiiiiiiii...... (berat saya bertambah 2 kilo dlm 5 hari... Makkkkkkk!!!!!)...hah, dan satu hari tu saya terbeli beberapa cucuk satar....
Dan semua pakat serbu satar tinggalkan nasik dagang masing-masing.... hampehhhh betulll...part 5
Huzni, yelah gambar aku shoot tak cantik macam engkau punya. Aku tahulah kamera aku murah... engkau punya 3 ribu hengget... tak pe-tak pe.... nantilah aku dpt duit lebih sikit... aku beli camera 5000 hengget punya... nantilah... nantiiiiii.Part 6...
Selamat Datang ke Terengganu....
Hari ni ponteng kerja... kaki kejang.. betis kejang, peha kejang... sakit urat, sakit sendi... sakit saraf....esok jenuhlah nak menjawab dgn bossssss... (mungkin kena bawak khepok lekor sikit kot buat rasuah... heheheh)...
Aha..kat sana hari tu, saya jumpa ni... ...
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"Opsssssssss!!!!" hehehehe... (tulisan pun dah tukar hijau ni)
Hari ni ponteng kerja... kaki kejang.. betis kejang, peha kejang... sakit urat, sakit sendi... sakit saraf....esok jenuhlah nak menjawab dgn bossssss... (mungkin kena bawak khepok lekor sikit kot buat rasuah... heheheh)...
Aha..kat sana hari tu, saya jumpa ni... ...
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"Opsssssssss!!!!" hehehehe... (tulisan pun dah tukar hijau ni)





