I love Kelantan, with all my heart. I can travel the world, live in many places, but nothing can compare to the serenity and homeliness of Kelantan. Just, breathing the air out of my grandparents' home, I can smell the familiarity that is the Kelantan I speak of.

I know I write in English, I speak proper KL Malay, but when it comes to my tongue, it needs that essence of Kelantan constantly, or else I think I'll get mad. Seriously, have you been to a place where you can't speak your own language? It's torture I tell you, of course I can communicate with people but I can't throw away my accent just like that. It's like holding back your urge to do something, if you hold it for so long, you might go insane. Once I talk with my own accent, I feel so free and liberal. So freaking Relief. I hide it very cunningly that people never guess that I'm Kelantanese. (I've had people guessing I'm from Sarawak, lol) 

Went to Kelantan a couple weeks ago, abah gave me his EOS to snap some pictures for the day, and I almost forgot how I missed holding that camera until I actually touched it with my own hands. It was like bumping into an old friend I've known my whole life. The pictures came out fantastic. Here's my favorite from the bunch, Ummi in the kitchen.