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Monday, 30 July 2012

Blues in the Mountain

Salam. One of the must-see places in Sydney is the Scenic World Blue Mountain. We took off from the  hotel as early as 6 o'clock in the morning to avoid traffic jam. I had a good sleep throughout the 2 and a half hour's trip there (by road).

"The Three Sisters"

What greeted us was this mountain, looking so blue against the skies. It's hard not to fall in love with the panoramic view. And even harder not to acknowledge the Greatness of the Almighty Allah swt. for those who believe.

So Blue Against the Skies

I however was missing Junior so very much up there, wonder why. May be I hadn't got the time to call him the day before, due to hectic schedule of my Super Negotiator thingy.

View from Mary's Lookout

That explains why I didn't have much pictures taken at this wonderful place. All I knew then was that I've just gotta come back with Junior next time around. So I refused to even take a ride in the famous sky view cable car. Not without him. 

What a freezing place it was.

The Three Sisters' Monuments.. Not A Single Piece of Thread On.

Having decided that, I found solace in my heart. Alhamdulillah. So I enjoyed the scenery by myself while most of us went for the sky view, which later on invited superb feedbacks from them. 

Mus & Yun, the 'Guitarists'

At least the above Malaysian students were around most of the time. I wish I had sisters to match make them with. Seriously. Very responsible young guys. 

The Freezing Moment

When everybody was available, we headed to see the kangaroos and koalas and the rest of their gang.
I left the Blue Mountain with a resolution to come back, sooner I hope, rather than later.
Insya Allahu Ta'ala.

That's all folks. Thanks for being with me, love you for that.
Yours truly, TPJ.



Sunday, 29 July 2012

Cruising Sydney Harbour

Salam. How's your weekend so far? Well, let's have some rest before a new week ahead, shall we? 
Here's my quick post on Sydney Harbour Cruise. 


Once finished our session in Malaysia Hall Sydney, we headed to Darling Harbour for our postponed cruise experience. Again, the guys were clad in suits and I in long maxi dress, this time intentionally matched to look more casual. Hence, the change of jacket.


I forgot which cruise that we took, but served the purpose to bits, I'd say. Every second of the 45 minute's cruise was a moment to treasure forever. Another group of us took another deal that started at 5.30pm (an hour or so later than ours), which happened to be a longer route. Well, depends on one's preference, right?


I've always loved cruise, actually. What more this kinda cruise, which gave me direct view of the  magnificent Sydney. Majestic. Magical. Masya Allah...! 

I was tempted for the famous dinner cruise but what's the point of going if you can't eat what you paid for, right? They said you can request for seafood, alright. But still there's no guarantee of the ingredients therein. So, better stay out of it, right? 

That's all for now, folks. Thanks for being with me, love you for that.
Yours truly, TPJ.


Thursday, 26 July 2012

A Walk To Remember

Salam. I love walking, really. Especially with friends. But walking in a cold weather has always been alien to me, despite the fact that I love the breeze and chill hitting my face. Guess what? Most of the time my nose would even bleed! Melbourne's winter was like that, at least to me. 

 

Post Malaysia Hall thingy, we headed to the town for some sightseeing, beginning with the Shrine of Remembrance. 


Then we took the tram to the Parliament of Victoria. There were three newly wed couples at that time, one of whom were Muslims, looking at the outstandingly gorgeous bride in hijab. I wish I had taken her picture... ~ sigh.


From there we just walked right back to where we began. Funny, though, all the guys were clad in suits and it was Sunday. Yeah, and I was in my very feminine long maxi dress. The only rose among the thorns.. *wink.


The city somehow reminded me so much of Pavilion's area in Bukit Bintang, Kuala Lumpur. Minus the cathedral and the winter, of course.



It was getting dark and the rain was about to pour in. What a magical view, with beautiful rainbow above the skies.


We walked. We talked. We laughed. Definitely the memories would last forever.
That's what I call a group binding with the Caps Lock on.

That's all for now, folks. Thanks for being with me, love you for that.
Yours truly, TPJ.



Tuesday, 24 July 2012

Lessening Thirst During Ramadan

Salam. Ramadan for me has always been about managing thirst rather than hunger, especially in broad daylight with the sun shines ever so brightly throughout the day. But when I grew older, my parents taught me to recite Surah al-Kauthar during sahur over a mug of plain water. That has proven to be so much of a help, with God's Will. 

Then I made some research on that beautiful surah. The shortest of all surah, but served to soothe our Prophet Muhammad's (peace be upon him) heart when he was mourning the loss of his dear son Ibrahim and beloved uncle Abu Talib. 
Apparently, Al-Kauthar is the name of a river given to the Prophet (pbuh) in Jannah. The pool is made of beautiful and flawless stone, its water tastes much sweeter than honey, its color is much whiter than milk and smells much nicer than citrus.     
As years passed by, I started to combine a few ayaah over a mug of plain water:
1) Selawat 3x
2) Al-Fatihah 1x
3) Al-Kauthar 7x
4) "يا نار كوني برداً و سلاماً على إبراهيم (Ya na'ar kuni bardan wa salaman 'ala Ibrahim)! O' Fire be cold and wholesome for Ibrahim!"  7x.
That helps, provided we put our trust in Allah swt. Insya Allah...
Hope you're gonna benefit from this as well. Thanks for being with me, love you for that.
Yours truly, TPJ.

Monday, 23 July 2012

From Sydney With Love

Salam. Got so much to share with you guys about my trip to Australia. So it'd be in random order, not necessarily begin with Melbourne or end with Sydney.  Our delegation was a bunch more in Sydney, for all of us were meant to attend the Advanced Mediation Course there.  


Arrived in Sydney Airport: Reported to Mom and Checked On Junior


We went to the University of Sydney, to witness the "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry". So much of a Harry Potter fan, right? Even though I'm not really into Harry 
Potter's movies, I fell in love with the buildings there. Simply gorgeous to bits.






Hurmm... me and props. Just ignore the fact that the cones were so dirty. One of the Uni students whom I became friends with said, they'd surely wash the cones after this. *wink *wink.



Before that we went to Darling Harbour. The scenery was superb. We didn't have much time to catch the cruise yet, so that would have to wait a bit. So we just enjoyed what was within our sights. And took loads of pictures.With various styles, of course. Hehehe.



I didn't even bother to go inside the Sydney Opera House. Well, didn't really have moods to climb the stairs, to begin with. But I did make one round of walks end to end. 




As we went about the compound, some of us took time to read each and every note of compliments that have been left by the visitors.  


And there were loads of advertisements of the ongoing and upcoming events in the Opera House as well.


I never thought I would be in Sydney, for all I've ever wanted to visit has always been the Gold Coast. But I enjoyed every bit of it nonetheless. Especially the cruise, about which I'm gonna blog soon. Until then, thanks for reading this. Love you for that.

Yours truly,
TPJ. 

~ Nai at Tak Pe Je.


Sunday, 22 July 2012

Home: Where One's Heart Is

Salam. 
This time around I went abroad for some official assignments in Melbourne and Sydney, Australia. The first time without Junior. 

What a pleasant surprise: Prayer Room @ Melbourne Airport!
Looking at the sunshine, I was taken aback by the coldness of the weather.

Shivering in front of our Malaysian friends' house. 


 This orange trench coat couldn't sustain the chill, I'm afraid.


 Thank God I'd brought along this overcoat. Saved me loads of AUD not to buy a new one.


 I could make use of it  for the function in the Malaysia Hall.
Now that I'm back in Kuala Lumpur, I can't be more thankful. Upon landing, I smiled cheek to cheek when the co-pilot announced that the weather awaited me was 26 degree Celsius.   Anywhere and everywhere I go, there's no place like home.

That's all for now, folks. Thanks for being with me, love you for that.
Until next time, bye.
Much love, TPJ.

Friday, 13 July 2012

Welcome Aboard Ramadan Airlines

Salam. Juma'ah Barakah dear friends and readers. I've been very much tied up lately. With loads of things. I might not be able to blog much for the next few days, for I've gotta be 'out of coverage', literally speaking. By the time I'm available, Ramadan would already begin. Not that it matters to you, but I'd definitely make a point of saying hi and bye one way or another occassionally. When I've got time.

Anyways, come Ramadan, come. You've been so dearly missed. And like most Ramadans, I'd most probably be wearing abayas on daily basis. It's like a habit, actually. Last year my mom came back from taraweeh and asked me why did I leave the saff I first settled in? I was like, how did you notice, mom? She said, well that's easy.. You were the only one who wore abaya in the crowd. Yeah, true. Among those Muslimahs in white praying outfits, stood a lady in black or beige or printed abaya, who happened to be her daughter. But another thing struck my mind and softened my heart: the fact that mom had obviously been watching me from wherever she might sit. Once a mom, alwiz would be. And I would always be her little girl forever. Hurmmm... I know and I understand the feeling, now that I'm a mom.

Iftar ~ Last Ramadan

Anyways, abayas are super comfy and heavenly easy to wear in Ramadan, especially. Why? Easy to do your prayers. I don't have to bring along any 'Telekung' or 'Mukena' or any other kind of praying outfits. Off I go to work and to the mosque in between. It's a peace of mind. The same case with maxi dresses. Now that I've owned several maxi dresses, I'd of course interchangeably wear them with abayas during Ramadan. Especially for tarawikh prayers. Insya Allahu Ta'ala.

Being ME Conference

I wish all the best to you guys. Let's welcome Ramadan with joy and happiness. Thank you Allah, for giving us the opportunity to embrace the holliest month of all the months once again. Do Grant us health, wealth and imaan. Ameen...


Until next time, do take care. Thanks for being with me. Love you for that.
Yours truly, TPJ.




Thursday, 12 July 2012

The Offensive 'Stinky' King

Salam. Have you tasted Durian before? Well, at least you must have heard of its offensiveness, I'm pretty sure of that. I guess it's the only king that stinks. Or even dubbed as smelly socks, or worst, cat's shit (?). And it's strictly forbidden on board any plane, train or other public transportations whatsoever. Plus, a big No Entry at any hotel premises. Check it out here.


Seriously, as exotic as it is, most peeps would make a point of trying. For the sake of curiosity, at the very least, if not adventure. 
But some take a challenge of offering such infamous exotic Durian as one of ice cream flavors. Click here

Well, not a problem to me. Not at all. In fact, I love Durian to bits. Just like most of Asians do. 
Ice cream or not, it doesn't even matter. We eat it on its own, baby..! Raw. Fresh. Stinky or not, king or not, Durian is our lifetime favorite fruit.

Two of my BFFs & I were having supper @ Hatyaai

Which reminds me of durians in Hatyaai, Thailand. The way they served the 'Pulut Durian' was just mind-blowing, I tell you. I mean, as we 'speak' I'm dying to have it NOW. 
Hurmm... wishful thinking. May be it's about time to arrange another group tour there.

I leave you with an evergreen song about durian in Perak dialect. 
It's basically describing how durian season could bring fortune to the villagers who own durian orchards. Like, old folks wanna use the money to go to Hajj and the young men wanna use it to get married to their sweethearts. Yeah, sort of. Old school thing. When life was still basic and simple.


So, should you guys happen to visit Malay archipelago countries, don't forget to have a bite or two of this offensive 'stinky' king of fruit by the name of durian.

With that, I bid farewell. Thanks for being with me.
Much love, TPJ.


Wednesday, 11 July 2012

Hijabi's Best Friend Forever

Salam. Take a look at this:


I've always wanted to wear short-length necklace like the above pic.
But it was impossible to do without revealing the neckline.
Thank God inner (or ninja or the like) came into this world.
Officially a hijabi's Best Friend Forever. To me, the best of friends EVER.

Am I right or am I right?
^_^


Thanks for dropping by, folks.
Humbled me to the max.

Much love,
TPJ.



Monday, 9 July 2012

The Adrenaline Abu Dhabi Desert Safari

 Salam. What I loved most about Abu Dhabi's trip was the Desert Safari. 
Adrenaline to the core. 


There were two groups of us in the jeep, 'representing' Britain and Malaysia. And the driver was from Pakistan. That made us a bunch of colonies, don't you think? A commonwealth group of peeps. LOL.

The SUV jeep

The driver was crazily a pro. Been doing it almost a decade, he said.

The pro driver was amused by a silly me, who was 'afraid' of the camels.

The winter had just started. I for once didn't have any idea the weather was gonna be freezing in the desert! Subhanallah.. Luckily I made a point of putting on a long john underneath. Or else I'd have turned into frost or something.
  

At the top of the desert we could see the moon at one end and the sun at the other.
I mean, how awesome could that be?


What a breathtaking view there in the desert. Masya Allah.


The sun set ever so beautifully upon us. Mesmerizing. What a privilege to have seen it.

Our fast-friends from Britain

The joyride took us to a remarkable 'oasis' further up. The food was ridiculously marvelous. Even the dates were out of this world. So delicious that I couldn't stop eating. I didn't really like the belly dancing segment but loved the music that they played nonetheless. Other tourists of course seemed to enjoy the shaking of the bon bon thing very much. I was the only hijabi but still the dancer persistently invited me on stage. She looked upset when I kept saying no politely. I did lots of head shaking for her, each and every time she approached me to join her. Well, she could shake her body all night long but all I was shaking was my head. LOL.

 It was such a lovely experience of a lifetime. Mere thought of it still made me smile. The memories lingered. Would definitely go again one day. For more info, log on  here

That's all for now, folks. Thanks for dropping by.
Much love, TPJ.




* Here's a picture or two of the dancing group:-




Sunday, 8 July 2012

Abaya Make-Over and A New Friend

Salam. I have quite a number of black abayas in my closet for quite a number of years.
Never before I styled any of them like I did in these pictures:


I layered it with a yellow chiffon slit sleeves top from vintagebiri2

Couldn't find an image of yellow one


Fade Purple Chiffon Printed Hijab | Silver Belt | Off-White Handbag |  Pink Pumps



I wore this when I went to meet a fellow blogger, Mama Gee.


It's good to make new friends, especially when we have so much in common, like both of us.
I believe in a friendship in the name of God, full of sincerity. Spread love and kindness so that the world shall be a much better place to live in. 

I leave you with what Ibn Abbas used to say: 
“No one may taste true faith except by this (i.e. building relationships for Allah’s sake), even if his prayers and fasts are many. People have come to build their relationship around the concerns of the world, but it will not benefit them in any way.”
  
Thanks for dropping by, readers and friends. Love you for that.
Yours truly, TPJ.




Saturday, 7 July 2012

Coffeeholic ~ Cerita Kedai Kopi

Salam. It's still early for a cup of coffee. But as we 'speak' I can already smell the aroma of a freshly brewed coffee. That makes me an official coffee addict. The first thing I've gotta try in a new place or town or continent or state or country or whateva ~ is the coffee, baby. 

It began with a cup of black coffee in a bullet (train) from London to Scotland like donkey years ago (?) and the rest was history. ('My'story, rather). I've been hooked ever since. Like a coffee-self discovery or something. LOL. 

I like local coffee as well, especially my 'kopi-o' that is dubbed as 'kopi kampung' or village coffee. Other than that, I'd vote for Indocafe, which comes closer to what I call my cup of kopi kampung.  But I'm not into thick coffee that much, considerably not that strong kinda taste. I guess that's why I've always preferred cappuccino and latte in Coffee Bean as compared to Starbucks.  

I haven't gone to that many places actually, but by far I've fallen deeply in love with Coffee in Spain. Be it in the airport, restaurants in the streets, cafeterias or the like, they just know how to get my coffee right. Huaarrgghhh....! The cravings, Subhanallah... 



Malaga


Cordoba


Now there's a small cafe nearby that fills in my craving, sometimes you've just gotta settle for the closest best, right? 


Yep, the Italian taste. Most importantly, within vicinity. Walking distance.  


Gonna blog about this place some other time. Already became fast friends with the cafe owner.
What a warm young lady, just like the coffee there. And the deco, Masya Allah.. so very cozy and coffee-like beautiful Maria of my soul.

Hehehe. Morning, peeps. Have a nice weekend.
Thanks for cruising with my cup of coffee-story. Love you for that.

Yours coffee-ly,
TPJ.