oyeah! i forgot to tell you guys.. on the fist nite, we went to see masjid kristal (crystal mosque). and wow. it was gorgeous. i wish i could go in the mosque and see the interior. my dad says its better than the facade. coz theres this crystal chandelier. we travelled all 500 km to see this mosque. lol. it was made of glass tho. i thought it would be spectacularly good, but well, it was just nice to look and take photos. i din really gape or stare in awe tho. good for casual, memory-sake photography.

ok my entry on CHERATING-SINGAPORE.

so we reached cherating from kuala terengganu at around 6.30. we headed for cherating beach. shesh man. cherating beach gives me the creeps. we were seriously desperate because night was approaching like mad and we were spinning around with no motels available. and believe it, right smack in the middle of the whole place is a cemetery. im like, wth?? my body went up in chills. n my accompanying uncle's mum-in-law, said that her late husband once had 'seen something' there. i was becoming more paranoid by the second.

and when the three families split up to make the search easier, i was beyond fear already. we? in a car? searching alone? for a motel? and my dad went into this driveway, which said theres this Kampung Inn inside. and one look at the place, i heartily disagreed. n my parents went to the wat they call a RECEPTION (which i tink really is a decorated table?) and enquired inside. so, wen they came back, my mum looked flustered and dad angry-looking, as usual. after we drove out of the place, mum said the caretaker spoke like a zombie and the place spooked her out. well, i was beyond spooked seriously after that.

we found a vacancy in Ranting Beach Resort, which was mercifully available and looked really family-like and welcoming. I was beyond grateful. i needed the toilet badly to change... i din want to attract the wrong kinds of makhluks man. in such a place summore. it was a freaky experience. we had dinner near legend hotel (why cant we go to a freaking hotel?? i'd rather sleep in a cramped hotel room coz its a cheap one than a freaky beach with zombie uncles and a cemetery?) which we had to wait for like an hour? omg. i was beyond hungry. notice that i use the word 'beyond' many times? yes. so u noe how the conditions were.

the restaurant was lucky that the food was extremely nice (note: cherating is in pahang, not terengganu. pahang food is nice. take note ahhh). nasi goreng USA (wats the big deal with nasi goreng USA? every msian restaurant MUST have it. its just fried rice with meat? wats the hype for?) and grilled sotong and ikan bawal (i swear i'll never eat bawal fish again like me dad. y do pple even catch bawal n eat em if they taste like that?).

4th Day
all of us, except me, woke up early to swim in cherating beach. OMG. the definition of beautiful and gorgeous is... AIN. LOL. no la. is cherating beach. its the most beautiful beach i have ever seen. u all must go to cherating beach (not stay there tho. i will never encourage u guys to do such a silly thing) and swim and enjoy the breeze, waves, view. its those kind of beaches where u have to walk like a few hundred metres to reach the waters. and whilst walking, u see these microscopic crabs and islands of water. i woke up damn late, like around 7.30 like that? the rest woke up like around 6.30 to swim. ogosh. the waters were so unpolluted, so refreshing. and hell. im dark-faced now. i miss my fair face. hahahahaha. (wadeva ain..) im a water baby kan.. tats y la.. these beaches are like LOVE!!

so we ate brunch cooked by the resort aunty, mercifully filling nasi lemak, with boiled eggs, ikan bilis, sambal. traditional, but heavenly. i drooled. hahah.. takdelah.. i dunno why but the whole holiday, iw as so hung up on cafe noir? black coffee. i had to have like at least 2 glasses per day? bfast black, luch, black, dinner black. i oso had to have fried rice every meal time? but bfast i must have bread. im crazy. oyeah n shopping? n wasting money? this holiday made me spend my money like water (literal malay translation, duit macam air). n i spent at limbong art a few blocks away. wat a gorgeous shop. woodwork galore! shirts and pants galore! wristbands galore! Galore semua la.

nevertheless, the travel back was a lil les gruelling than the first day's to terengganu from spore. my aunt said to my dad, "next time, jangan buat kerja gila macam gini bole tak??" (next time, dont do such a crazy thing can?) on the 12-hour travel from spore to terengganu.

first stopover at teluk cempedak. another gorgeous beach. no cempedaks sadly. expected like heaps of cempedaks. i must admit that god has granted msia gorgeous beaches. busted my money with keychains and souvenirs again. dangz. but worth it. seriously.

reached mersing in johor about 6.30pm. played at the playground with nenek (uncle's mum-in-law) and the younger cuzzins. love em to bits. i was so kakak-ish. hahaha. children bring so much joy in my life!! lols. mersing food is heaven. i got nasi goreng pattaya, and it was so so drool-worthy. good food? go mersing, JB and KL.

and so we went home baack to spore. via jalan mersing, which everyone said not to travel at night. n we did. bagus. well done. not only was it meandering, it had sharp bends and overtaking was done by a lot of people with huge balls of steel. seriously. you need steel ablls to overtake at such places. wen u reach there, u'll understand wat i mean. n if you breakdown, well good luck to you. no help, not even a patrol station or a kampung (village) is adjacent to the road. NONE. ZILCH. so just cry ur eyes out or try to hitch hike. see if pple stop for you. no help for at least a good 100 km or more. alhamdulilah, my dad's proton waja (such a durable car man. doesnt consume much oil. imagine, travelling 500km and the oil used is only 1/4 tank. uncle's hyundai matrix was almost empty-tank wen we reached terengganu) served us well and made sure we arrived back in pasir ris safe and sound.

pics will be up in flickr. not sure yet. but will update u guys. im uploading all my pics in my hard disk to flickr. dun wanna be in the same boat as nurul aini, lost ALL her thousands of pics in a computer crash. i tink i can cry blood manz.