A few days ago, I was dreading to leave KL for Kelantan in order to visit my grandmother. I didn't want to go so badly that I even pulled off my little not-talking-to-anyone stunt, which pathetically didn't work. Well, I can't say I regretted going to Kelantan now, can I?

On the first day, the day that we left KL, I was mostly feeling glum and morose. Every second I was led away from my house, every second I dreaded. We were taking the highway -- obviously. Along the two way roads of the highway, there were trees. Lots and lots of trees. Not out of a sight for even one second. And evidently, the trees made me feel whole, calm, serene. The trees looked so peaceful and quiet, just swaying their leaves and little branches in the wind.

There was this time when we came across this one species of trees. I don't know what they are called but in a way, they are really pretty. There were quite a number of those trees that we came across.

First of all, these particular trees didn't have many leaves on them. They were stark naked, some still had a bunch of leaves at their branches. The thin trunks and the wiry branches were gray, completely gray. Not brown, not like any other tree. From far, these trees would look like some kind of fungus growing on the mountains. In a way, they popped out from other trees, in spite of the naked gray branches. They looked so soft and pretty, and the cloudy weather was inevitably the perfect mate.

On the second day, that's when the adventure began. We -- my parents, my sister and I -- started off our day by having an early lunch at a restaurant near a beach. As I got down from the car, I could feel the strong gushing wind caressing my hair. The wind was very strong, and a bit chilly too. As for the restaurant where we ate? The food was spectacular!

After that, we went to Pantai Cahaya Bulan, another famous beach in Kelantan. We didn't linger much, but we just watched as the waves of the beach crashing into the sand.

Later that day, my mother was so determined to visit a batik galore. So my father drove us to a batik shop, which I forgot the name. On the ground floor of the building where the batik are sold, there's a small carpark for the customers to park their cars. On the first floor, that was where the batik and songkets and etcetera are sold. The whole floor was covered with different kinds of batik and songkets, with different colours and different designs, and also different types of cloth from cotton to rayon. As for the second floor, it's actually a house. That's where the owner of the batik galore and his/her family reside.

We had spent about three hours at the batik galore. We spent about a nearly whopping RM2000 -- yes, two thousand -- on different kinds of batik and etcetera. I got a kaftan which looks like a kimono, with the V-neck and the sakura flowers designated on the kaftan.

After spending our time at the batik galore, we visited our late Tok Musa's house. We visited his wife and his children, talked and talked and talked, and then we left.

I was really looking forward to this part of the trip; going to the beach and just sit there watching the waves crash by. At about 6pm, we went to Pantai Seri Tujoh, another popular beach. As we arrived at the entrance, we were greeted by sort of a tiny lake and lots of fir trees surrounding it. As we drove further, that's where the beach was located. The beach was hidden by the fir trees.

I love those fir trees. They look so beautiful, so clean and fresh. The leaves look so soft from far, but are actually hard and pointy once you touch them. Not only that, they also make the whole place look like some place in Switzerland, so natural and fresh.

So we stayed there for about an hour. Kak Lea and I got into snapping photographic memories of the beach while watching the waves of the waters crash by, getting stronger and stronger by the minute. Pantai Seri Tujoh is a beautiful place for family outings. You can even set up a campfire!

While we were having dinner somewhere near the beach, I saw a mature looking boy -- probably about seventeen? -- and his little sister -- probably about four or five years old -- playing with each other. There was this one time when the boy put his arm around his little sister and played with her. When I looked at them, I saw a bare resemblance of my brother and I. My brother just loooooves to bully me around, even until now [thanks braderrr]. I realised then how much I missed my brother. HAHA

On the third day, I was kind of sad to leave Kelantan. At first I was so dreading to go, but in the end I had fun. I had tons of fun during the trip. I got to visit my grandmother who now looks so healthy, I got to taste a little bit of the original pure Kelantanese food, and many more. I seriously had fun. No doubts.