Friday, May 29, 2015

Unearthed: Cameron Highlands

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An assignment I am volunteering for now requires me to travel around Malaysia. No bag, no vehicle, no itinerary. Only photos of places needed. Some are foreign, which prompt a new visualisation board. Some evoke a need to revisit the albums in the computer.

The old albums in the old computer, I must state. Imagine the fulfillment of a paleontologist upon excavating a set of beautifully preserved dinosaur fossils. I am that paleontologist at the moment.

Here is one of the albums which I would love to share. A spontaneous trip to Cameron Highlands, Pahang after Kamal, Lisa, Joey, Khalish and I visited Ayoh and Mok in Ketereh, Kelantan. Circa 2013.

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It was the third time Kamal and I crossed the Second East-West Highway. Our first time with all the children. The view still mesmerised us, but, we were appalled by the vastness of logged areas throughout the route. 

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With no plan, the five of us stopped to smell the flowers where our hearts bloomed along: Cameron Lavender Garden. Yes, lavender was the main attraction, yet, there were a lot to experience. I chose to photograph.

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So did Kamal. He even posted a photo of a flower on his Instagram. After a long hiatus. A friend teased him with the name 'Mat Bunga'. Hey, to not be one while surrounded by such a sight was impossible ;)

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Lisa, Joey, and Khalish had a delightful time at the strawberry farm. They must have wished that the mamarazzo was away though. The reason I focused on other subjects, including an actor who was there for a drama.

Me: Hello, Kamal Adli. May I snap a photo of you?
Kamal Adli: Sure.
Me: Smile!

Afterward,

Kamal Adli's Assistant: Let me take a photo of you and him together.
Me: Oh, no, thank you. I am not a fan. I snapped a photo of him for my friend.

*Laughter*

The truth was, Kamal Adli's acting has always been admirable. So much so, I became a fan. Nonetheless, I declined to be photographed with him because I was, let me be brutally honest, a mess. One of the disadvantages of spontaneity, my friends.

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I did have a photo with Khalish. A memento. Too messy to post here. Love the rest of the mementos nevertheless.  

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Before continuing our journey back to the Klang Valley, Kamal suggested a stop by The Smokehouse. Its unique fa├žade and multicoloured yard charmed us. Seeing the flowers, I immediately thought of my mother.

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The food and beverage were sumptuous. My favourite, the scones with homemade strawberry preserve and cream. Perfect with a pot of tea.

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Kamal and I always dream about places between Bandar Baru Bangi and Ketereh. About the likelihood of a vacation. About the people whom we share the joy with.

More albums to be unearthed here later.
✐ 

Sunday, May 24, 2015

Free, Light, and Easy

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It is absolutely normal for one to think of a free, light, and easy day when deadline looms, eh. There is a new work in my inbox, yet, instead of a research, I regress. Heh. Not everybody is as strong as my boss when it comes to wrestling with Sunday's lethally leisure force. 

As I further, ahem, regress, let me post a set of photos of my boss and his son during a family outing. Yes, aside from being a graphic design intern, I have also been appointed, by the same man, as an event photographer. Between the two designations, I am more at ease with the latter because I have been guided to use the DSLR camera by the senior photographer, who also happens to be the boss, for seven years. On the other hand, although I do enjoy the creative aspects of graphic design, I find the technical aspects very challenging.

Thus, these. Carefree photos truly relieve my anxiety with the new task. Truly inspire, too. Last but not least, a note for my boss: thank you for understanding me. (A note for the blog visitors: a post on the boy's teeth adventure soon.)

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