Six years ago, Nain and Razia were merely friends. Casual working colleagues undergoing practical training coincidentally in the same department. Lunch time was lunch time. Office hours were office hours. Every word, every glimpse, every goodbye was just as innocent as the next person’s. You see, it was all professional. Very professional.

This went on for a while until suddenly, everything changed. Lunch time felt too short. Office hours felt too long.  Before they knew it, carefree name referral changed into caring “I’s” and “You’s”. Every word, every glimpse, every goodbye, was now becoming more meaningful than the next person’s. You see, it was getting all personal. Very personal.

It was obvious. They were in love. Madly, deeply in love.

And it was just as well. Because if you had the honor of meeting them both, you’d know it’s the real deal. While Nain is caring, sensitive, and good-hearted, Razia compliments him with her beauty, compassion, and laughter. It was only a matter of time before they’d find each other. And as intended, faith had brought them closer through a world of computers and trail of paperwork. A world where they fondly shared their stories, jokes, passion, and even dreams. Trailing all the way to their wedding day.

Only this time, the moment they set eyes on each, they already knew. They knew they wanted every word, every glimpse, and every goodbye to be theirs forever. Forever.

Dear Nain and Razia, it’s amazing how you guys can make it seem so easy for us to love you both as well as your wonderful families. Your warmth and kindness has printed a permanent mark on our hearts. Thank you so much from the both of us. Congratulations once again! And again and again and again!!

Razia, you’re beautiful. Nuff said.

Those words perfectly sculpture the lovely couple. As havoc as everything seemed to be around them, they both appeared to be trapped in the same tranquil bubble. They remained serene in the midst of turbulence. Completely oblivious towards their surrounding, they were undeniably comfortable and much in love with one another. So comfortable, it was as if they had lived this moment before.

Only this time, she had henna on her delicate fingers and he had a gold embroidered colored samping neatly tucked above his satiny white baju melayu. It was obvious. They were ready to take their cool and calm love for each other onto another level.

Even when the air became tense as they sat themselves on the trailing red carpet, they still managed to soothe each other with the presence of their love. And even let in a laugh or two. Because that’s who they are. That’s how they are, around each other. Cool and calm. Azni and Fitri.

Their hearts beating as one. She, completing him. And he, completing her.

Dear Azni and Fitri, thank you so much for letting us into your world and allowing us to capture one of the most precious moments out of many more joyous moments in your lives. May the both of you live happily together forever in your divine tranquil bubble and oh yes, hopefully make many beautiful baby bubbles along the way.

Congratulations from us, Raja and Renee.

Scroll on further to have a looksy at Azni and Fitri’s celebration of marriage. A little bit of blinging up before the final moment.

Sisters, side by side. Waiting for the Qadi to arrive.

Rynn, secretly admiring her little sister, the captivating bride.

Someone cracked a joke, setting a more relaxed ambiance.

As cool and calm as he was, he stuttered a couple of times. The excitement of being a husband was probably too much for him to handle.

Nevertheless, he made it. Taking a breather while reciting some prayers.

And now, the fun begins! Kids. Ring. Kisses. Dowry. Blissfulness.

Welcoming each other into the family. Such a beautiful way to start off as a newlywed.

From strangers they became friends, and from friends they evolved into sweethearts. While they may seem like complete opposites, they compliment each other perfectly well. Like a colorful rainbow after a heavy downpour. Like an invigorating aroma arising from freshly cut grass. Like farmville on Facebook. Beautifully matching one another.

Each day, their passion and love for each other bloomed greater and greater. And with that much passion and love, it could only mean eternal happiness.

So, last week, my lil sister-in-law had pledged to marry her friend. Her facebook sweetheart. Her Munkee.

They’re all the same person incase you were wondering.

The date chosen was fantastic. 10.10.09. Only to be followed by an awesomer reception date next year.

01.01.10 (*envious!*).

To Faraa and Zul, a.k.a. Munchkin and Munkee, Congratulations!

I have only one reason and one reason alone. I am just plain lazy. The mood to return back to night four has totally slipped away, officially buried somewhere in my cerebral cortex and absolutely refuses to resurface. I apologize.

Then came night five. I realized that if I did not post anything immediately, ‘Midnight Walk: Part Cinq’ will forever be neighbors with ‘Midnight Walk:Part Quatre’ in never ever land. I couldn’t allow that to happen. I’m a girl. A female. A woman. A lady. We’re stereotyped to be hardworking. But it’s just to much hard work. Sigh.

However, I have to warn you that some form of parental supervision is a must for those of you below age 18. There exist violent and somewhat ‘disturbing’ imagery in the following photos. Again, I apologize. The models are way out of control. Tsk tsk.

Afif enjoyed this bit way too much. Makes you wonder.

And he paid a price for it.

Many thanks to the more-than-willing models. And of course a gezillion thanks to Raja for setting the lights for us, yet again. Next time, I’ll learn how. Promise. Wink.

For those of you who have never tried this, let me tell you one of the best part of it. The exercise. By day 3, my abs, gluts, triceps, and biceps have reach to another level. I’m making batman, superman, AND the hulk weep like a bunch of babies.

It’s like going to gym, without the walls. The gym: chosen scenes. The personal trainer: Raja. The cameras, tripods, and flashes: weights (dumb bells). The other photographers: gym members. The juice bar: Mamak. Oh, plus no membership fees! Can you say, “Ooh yeah!”.

Who knows, maybe I can start the first ‘power camera aerobics’ in Malaysia. Or maybe in the world?? Hang on a second while I fly myself back to planet Earth.

Ok, I’m back. Warning: I am NOT (Capital Ann-Ohh-Tee) encouraging people to smoke, but the effects from the smoke can be pretty sweet.

Photo taken by Jo. I love the way the light bounces off the blue wall.

Team Gerila from ‘Kukubesi’ decided to tag along our “so uncool” outing. My only hope is that they did not die from boredom, but I guess they were pretty busy themselves. Slurp!

I can’t really feel my thighs or bum at this point but hey hey, sweat plus fancy body odors makes HAPPY faces!

Apparently, last night’s walk was inspired by me. I mean, how on earth did I not know this? Raja mentioned something about me wanting to snap some night photos. So he made it happen. I’m starting to freak myself out. I wonder what other magical voodoo powers have I accidentally cast on him? Note to self: Need to start memorizing those ‘chants’. Pronto!

Tonight’s walk was inspired by Airul. I’m thinking Airul has the same chanting notes as I do since Raja made it happen again. Such an angel.

I’m liking the new light settings. This time we were only 3/4 spoon fed. Had to do some of the thinking ourselves unlike the previous night. Bummer. Really need to find those ‘chants’ quickly for full service.

The guys found this little booth and decided to form a boy band.

The band didn’t exactly kick off. And then there were two.

Although I smelled twice and a quarter as bad from the day before (this time from the run with the infamous Afif), I had a blast. Thanks guys!

It started from a badminton game, to having some drinks at the mamak, then Bam! we’re on top of a hill, with our cameras. Despite smelling like rotten eggs and dead intestines from the badminton game, I absolutely digged the whole thing.

Raja had this idea of photographing with additional lights to create a more 3D look of the subject in hand. Of course, Airul and I let the “master” work his magic. For me, whatever Raja was doing, was like learning algebra AND a third language at age 4! Ok, make it 3 1/2. I was so clueless, all I wanted was my pacifier and my ‘Power Puff Girls’ water bottle at this point.

Anyway, when Raja was done with the camera and light settings, like a bunch of kindergarten kids, we copied everything. Seriously, we would’ve eaten the camera batteries if he told us to. But he didn’t. We HEART you. Big time.

It’s nowhere near fantastic but here are some of the end results.

May there be more midnight walks to come. Me like!

Apparently my friend,  Afif, went crazy and got himself committed into entering a marathon run early next August. Evidently, this meant frequent practice runs in the evenings. The craziness caught on and the next thing I knew, Raja and I were conned, I mean volunteering ourselves to join him for one of those evening runs.

Oh boy, were there many excuses. Not from us but from the “marathon runner” himself. Every lame excuse from “haze” to “I have no suitable running pants” were coughed up. But eventually, we made the impossible happen. We got our lazy bums to the track and ran a few good rounds. Ok, perhaps running is too big of a word. We struggled. Well, at least I did. I could have sworn death was waving at me. Then again, maybe that was Afif.

Anyway, here are some shots. And my bad, he really wasn’t kidding about the pants.

Side note: Raja ended up eating 3 times after the run. At this rate, exercising might actually result in obesity. This must be a first.

Here’s another one for your viewing. A black and white theme. Sleek and stylish. Even the cake participated in the color theme. Me like.

She’s looks amazing, don’t you think? Congratulations Wanee and Iskandar!

I met these 2 lovebirds several years back. Back when Raja was in a band. Yup, a Band. Called Premelodic. Erik was the bassist, Bob and Amin were the guitarists, and Raja was the singer. Believe it or not, he’s an awesome singer. Don’t be deceived by him. Pass him the phone book and he will work it. Oh yeah.

Anyway, back then, Kak Azzu and Erik weren’t an item yet. But I remembered how she talked lovely things about him. How she blushed at the sight of him. How much she was in love with him.  And how much she wished they were together. I don’t exactly know what happened in between but alas, wishes do come true.

They’re incredibly perfect together.

Did I not mention they were fantastic models? Extremely sporting. Extremely photogenic. Beautiful.

Congratulations guys!