Home.

It's a place where I have all the time in the world to just lie down and dream. Like the old days, during my childhood. I dreamt a lot you know. Sometimes I think myself as a dreamer. I've got this habit of constantly reminiscing memories, mostly the good ones. They all make me content, ecstatic and grateful. And weird enough, my brain seems to like this exercise a lot. It's perfectly wired for this job every single day. Wherever I go, I would be telling stories about my home to my colleagues, housemates, clients, every other person I've met. I might have bored anyone (sorry for that). It's just that I'm deeply attached to my home. You like it a lot that you can't seem to have enough of it.

Therefore, being home feels complete. You've got these souls you've lived with since you were born till you've become who you are today. Their presence are imprinted in your memories. Can you imagine living without a portion of them in your mind? It's like being in The Truman Show, everything is a faux - you're a faux. You are just you, alone. It's sad and painful.

I would spare most of my work leaves to just go home. I don't really plan of going for a vacation somewhere else because...why? At home you've got beautiful and delicious dishes to eat, kind-hearted souls who love you and care for you no matter what, numbers of places to revisit and revisit and never tired of revisiting. 

It's always the same routine when I got home. Except it never felt like a routine. 

One of the most usual places I would go to is Pantai Teluk Ketapang. In one part of my childhood, we lived in a staff quarters of a local clinic around its corner. During some of the weekends, we would climb over the gate and go to the beach in early morning and swam in it. We would go home before the sun is up our head, so that we won't be sun-burned.

This time around we went there again - just my mum and I. We might have aged but the memory will stay with us a lifetime. Another thing my mum always says is that we would get pahala if we look at the ocean. The vastness reminds us of the His greatness.  

I've captured some photos when we were there:

Pantai Teluk Ketapang, Kuala Terengganu

Canon EOS 550D + Canon EF 50mm f/1.8 II + ISO 100 / 200

Hahahahahaha, ehem it feels so awkward to write here after so long of an abandonment. Congrats to myself for being an all-star procrastinator.

2016...that makes this blog seven years old now. Can you believe it? If it's a human it'll be in Standard 1, trying to learn and understand who are people, what they're doing, why and how they acted in such ways. It'll learn to read too. That's a great start in life. Reading opens one's mind to endless ideas.

I can't remember how I feel and acted when I was in Standard 1. I hope I wasn't the one with ponytail hair and refuse to talk to anyone sitting next to me. 

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Last night I sat in the room alone listening to some music. I was changing lens and as I held the camera on my hand, I began to observe things in the room and captured them. Here are the photos:

Pandan Indah, Kuala Lumpur

Canon EOS 550D + Canon EF-S 18–55mm lens f/3.5–5.6 (among my first shots of using this camera)