.work work *whack*.

Monday and already i'm driving myself nuts at work despite my sore eye. Think, Daniel must have missed me a lot since my long hiatus and that was why he kept me going bonkers at the office till midnight every frickkin day now. His ticket to contagious mad vibes and the craziness that is the event industry was treats to breakfast, lunch and dinner. Hmph. Lots of work to be done, all rushing and piling. Ah, but i'm not whining as i love working. Just that i feel pretty beaten up coz i havent got enough proper rest since forever.

Oh, yes, last two weeks had been quite awesome for yours truly - making a solo jaunt to Kelantan for a wedding photoshoot right after the doctor said "Yes, your chicken pox is not infectious anymore." Left KL friday morning and took a nine hours bus ride to Kota Bharu in hope that it will make me feel like a thirsty traveller. It did not as by the time i arrived at the bus station my ass felt sore like a bitch i have trouble getting up from my seat.

Kelantan is nice. My second time here but the first trip was ages and ages ago. Amazed myself with their outdoor advertising; everything is written in both jawi and rumi. You wont see a celcom ad with maya karin in hijjab anywhere else but here. Still pretty much under developed, the place reminds me of....i want to say kangsar but somehow that doesnt sound right. Pardon me. Anis's family was blardy awesomely cool! I havent seen her mom and sisters since i was fifteen! I sure miss them a lot! Took me just 5 minutes to settle comfortably in their nest. The rest of the gang was warm and friendly too. I had no trouble asking them to pose wacky-lala. The wedding was simple but grand in a way. Made a great friend with Tok Mi, Anis's grandma, despite the accent. "Mu pahe kawe kecek gapo?" "Err..tak sangat tok." "Mu nak kawe kecek london ko kecek KL-lumpo?"




The next day, however, found myself (half) stranded at the Pengkalan Chepa Airport as there was no available ticket to return home to KL as planned, no bus ticket, no train ticket, except for a 5pm flight back. Tripod on one shoulder, a backpack and a trolley bag in my right hand, all alone in a weird strange place, i nearly panicked myself to death. And yours truly was short of cash, and should she bear her great weakness: she is afraid of flying. And heights. Yea, i have trouble with airsickness. Being anywhere above ground level can be a very unpleasant experience for moi. Just thinking about what's underneath sent shivers right through my spine. If not for an important meeting with Daniel, i dont think i would fly that day. Called up my closest friends to keep my mind of things, tried very hard not to stretch my already crazy imagination beyond limit. Huhu. Upon arrival, naufal picked me up at the airport and God knows how i hugged him for being the hero of the day, saving me from my super takutness. Sheesh. Nan-nay.



*tiba-tiba ada jaykay kat belakang..hehe*

Last Saturday witnessed another eventful wedding day as my schoolmate Dira wed her long time beau, Rafiq. Everyone went "Finally, you guys!" Met a few schoolmates i havent seen since the last day i left high school in 1999. All of them are either newly wed, married with kids or happily engaged. I felt happy for them! So, the usual common question popped up "When is your turn, ib?" Brave a laugh i replied "I have to wait until the whole school gets married first, if not, who's gonna take your photos for a cheap price?"