Thursday, 30 January 2014

Mirror Mirror On The Desk

Assalamu'alaikum. Yesterday was such an emotional draining day, if I were to sum up. I however stole some time to visit my favorite spa after I had finished battling with paperworks and procedures and what not. I didn't do any sauna or massage or milk bath, mind you, just a routine facial for my chronic synus. What a relief to have finally done it after much delays on my side!

Previously I would rather redo my hijab or make-up (if any) in a vacant place next to the treatment room but yesterday I just couldn't care less. Instead I just lazily slumped myself in the chair and mirrored everything from my phone's camera. Just did the hijab and nothing else, knowing fully well that I would arrive home almost Maghrib, depending on the traffic flow, of course.

Who says you need any mirror on the wall? No one, right? But wait, who says you even need a mirror to begin with, when you can place a camera on the desk facing you? That's what we call technology..! Then again, mirrrors are women's best friends. The larger the better. 

There goes nothing. Thanks anyways for reading, appreciate it so much. Take care and Assalamu'alaikum.

- Nai at Tak Pe Je.

N/B: Gong Xi Fa Cai to all my Teong Hua friends. May this year bring you prosperity and longevity. Have a Blast!!!

Wednesday, 29 January 2014

WW - The Child In Us


- Nai at Tak Pe Je.

Cotton Modern Kurung On Tuesday

Assalamu'alaikum. Yesterday was a cold Monday and I was talking about none other than the weather, dearest. All the way to and from Melaka was such a torture in the car that I had to reduce the air-cond temperature. Even when I dismounted at a Petronas petrol pump to refill gas and reload touch and go card it was so windy and freeeeeeezing, which was weird in Malaysia's January weather. And at the designated destination, which was the land office at the Menara Persekutuan, Melaka it was equally windy. The sun shone ever so brightly above my head, nonetheless. That at least very much Malaysian weather. 

Anyways, here's me clad in modern kurung from cotton. I decided to snap a standard "toilet selfie" as people call it at the petrol pump, looking at the large mirror inside the toilet. Just nice to come up with this entry in the first place. Self-explanatory, sort of.

Zooming in and out..

And this picture shows how I had to blanket myself with a shawl, not that it helped anyway. Should have brought a blanket in its original term, actually.

Here's however a picture of the cotton that I had bought to make the modern kurung: 

Well, there goes nothing, really. Thanks for keep dropping by, Allah Be With you guys. Take care and Assalamu'alaikum.

- Nai at Tak Pe Je.

Tuesday, 28 January 2014

When Mommy Wears Laced Baju Kurung

Assalamu'alaikum. The fact that I have grown fonder of laced baju kurungs shows how aged I've become, now haven't I? ^_^ At least that's how I take it. In fact I'm planning to get a few more pieces throughout this year. What a plan! Won't be much of a pleasant thing for storage coordination, but of course. We'll see how it goes, though. Here's me clad in golden brown laced modern kurung at Jovianina's wedding reception in the Shangri-la, KL:

And come to think of it, I guess it would be nice to go to Bandung or Jakarta again some time, so that I could get my eyes rock and roll roaming the houses of lace there! Meanwhile, let's just keep living in good faith, shall we? ;) 

Thanks anyway for dropping by. Take care, dearest! Assalamu'alaikum.

- Nai at Tak Pe Je.

Saturday, 25 January 2014

Sweet Victory In Monochrome World

Assalamu'alaikum. Of all days, I was having fever on The Day. Thank God I still had the chance to breathe live and enjoy it, nonetheless. Oh, ya! I fell asleep on the chair some fat 20 minutes or so during the ceremony, how awesome was that? I had earlier on set the clock at 5 am and hit the road to Shah Alam by 7.20 am to avoid massive jam and make it on time for the function. Again I chose to wear a white bawal hijab styled in shawl, by the way. With the embroideries purposely folded at the front. 

Here's me with eyes wide open, thanks to the unceremonious sleep beforehand. 

And apparently a friend of mine whom I call Kak Sham was there in the conference hall. She was such a darling and took pictures of me on and off the stage. Precious moments duly captured... Alhamdulillah. It took me ages to get to this, actually and that explains the smiling face despite the fever. I was amongst the 33 candidates who had passed the strict interview to become a syari'e counsel in the state of Selangor Darul Ehsan, about half of those interviewed. It meant the world to me because I had chosen to raise Junior up to certain age first before finally taking the advanced post graduate qualification required preliminary to even a mere application to be admitted as a syari'e counsel in Selangor. I could have gotten it in 2008 the latest but yeah, I did it yesterday. Sweet victory it was. Thank you Allah..!

Here's me and my lovely mover, who was kind enough to represent me before the judge and later on did the honor of 'robing' me, a symbolize of an admittance to the monochrome world. A mover who has moved me from an applicant to a counsel. A friend who has moved me from a step to milestone others. Thank you, dear..!

Here's us at the age of 38 looking very happy together. Woot! Woot! Super moms...!

And today my fever has broken but my voice has become hoarse like a rock diva. It must be the weather. Never mind, you do take care and enjoy your weekend! Thanks for dropping by and see you guys later. Assalamu'alaikum.

- Nai at Tak Pe Je.

Gondola Winter Ride In Venice

Assalamu'alaikum. It's a romantic city surrounded by water, which has inspired many imitations throughout the globe, gondola inclusive (with the signature black and white striped long sleeve shirt). Even when the Wonder Pets went to safe a baby animal in Venice, they rode the gondola if I was not mistaken. Anyways, we did just that the 2nd day there first thing in the morning. Italian guys are so good looking, really. And smartly dressed. Take this gondola guy, for example. See what I mean?

In winter they would wrap the similar striped muffler around their necks, so you can't see the usual shirts. Well, gondola rides would be just as romantic even with caftans on, don't you think? But for those who don't share the same view, such rides would be dead boring because we would be taken in slow motion ride at the back of the old historical buildings before going off to the open sea. I found it astonishing in every way, especially to have witnessed how every transaction was done by water transportations. I saw how they collected the waste from each building, loaded and unloaded things at the restaurants, and even did the cleaning maintenance all through the gondola ride. 

And the bridges were so much more romantic from the gondola, it seemed. 

Here's my wonder pet all grown-up:

Things were so much more breathtakingly magnificent at the open sea, though. Picturesque. Superb. All with capital letters, if I may add. It's forever been this great a city and I couldn't help feeling overwhelmed by the surrounding. The hotels, embassies, courts, restaurants, markets, malls, etcetra etcetra all by the sea. 

Junior would have enjoyed it more if he had come with his dear friends, I'm sure. 

Still he was a good sport, though.

Even though he would prefer to just sleep at the apartment that morning.

But all went well, Alhamdulillah. Another wish list checked beautifully. 

How I wish they had this service of pictures taken at certain checkpoints like they do in most attractions. Well, you know, like in the Madam Tussauds or Ripley's or Disneylands or Universal Studios. They would earn loads of money, I'm positive. 

The sweetest smiles from the happiest heart.

There you go. Thanks for dropping by. Take care and Assalamu'alaikum.

- Nai at Tak Pe Je.

Tuesday, 21 January 2014

From All-Whites To White-less At All, At All

Assalamu'alaikum. Early in the morning today I went to work with a white hijab - all whites and nothing but white. Afterwards I proceeded to go to the relevant body to replace my lost driving licence (that had gone together with my purse in Rome, remember?) and it turned out that I couldn't snap a picture because they required any color other than white, now that they have gotta use white background. So I was sent away to go figure, how awesome was it? And the fact that I hadn't taken my breakfast didn't help either. So I went to the nearest mall, Wangsa Walk for three main purposes: to get a new colorful shawl, big breakfast and a fresh licence sized photo. I did all just that in a strict particular order at Sinma, Georgetown Kopitiam and Visual Efx' Dot Comm respectively. 

I had to retain the black blazer, though because my black blouse with white stripes would be a disharmony altogether. But then when I went to Q for my turn to get the new licence, I had no choice but to take it off anyways, otherwise I would have fainted in utter perspiration. The waiting was just within my expectation so no futher complaints here whatsoever. I was in fact very thankful that it didn't take me even half day in the first place. The numbers moved very quickly and credits should be given to the skillful staffs at all 15 available counters. 

This time around our photo would be duly returned upon issuance of the licence, just like the passports I guess - they scanned and voila! We've got our brand new licence at the end of the long waiting game. So, please check regularly the lifespan of your driving licence, ok? Better be extra careful rather than paying extra hundreds for fine, right? 

Ok, you guys. Thanks for dropping by, much appreciated. Take care and see you around! Assalamu'alaikum.

- Nai at Tak Pe He.

Sunday, 19 January 2014

It Continued In Venice

Assalamu'alaikum. I've been postponing entries about Venice, I don't know why. I'm not sure where to begin, actually so let me just go with the flow of the pictures. I can't possibly cover my few days there in one single post, now can I? It's a small city with magical angles every thinkable way, not to mention of course, very very very romantic. We travelled by train from Roma Termini, which took about 3 hours or so and this time we made sure we wouldn't miss Venice like we did Florence. And guess what? The train was delayed and we had to wait an hour or so. Darn! But yeah, I fancied a cup of coffee anyways.

By the time we boarded the train, my boy was tired of waiting already and missing the wifi to bits. Kids nowadays! The business travellers enjoy complimentary mineral water, snacks and extra privacy. But not coffee, ya? 

Here's me taking selfie after praying zuhur and asar all at once (Jama' & Qasar).

Travelling by train across Europe is an extra added value when it comes to magnificent sceneries. I learned that at 17 on a bullet train from London to Scotland with my cousin. Venice wasn't an exception at all, at all. I guess such sceneries are just divine, love them so much that I always marvel at the passenger's seat each time I travel by car to my hometown, Terengganu. Anyways, the skies are always brighter in a traveller's eyes. 

And the grass greener from afar.

But nothing prepared me for the breathtaking view that welcomed my traveller's eyes in Venice.

I was in love, lustfully in love. Head over heels.

A dream does come true...

Dear dreamy eyed boy, I hope you grow up knowing fully well that your mom had a dream and it did come true, that dreams do come true. Keep dreaming...!

Inside the water taxi. Felt like watching The Tourist all over again. Now I was one. 

A postcard view, raw from our own camera.

The gondola guy without the obvious striped black and white shirt - it was winter, baby!

Now, here's me still in amazement. I had arrived. Venice. I had arrived in Venice. 

So, that was how I dressed in Venice as a Muslim tourist. Thank you Allah for making this possible. I'm forever indebted and humbled. 

Would definitely repeat Venice, Insya Allah. 

- Nai at Tak Pe Je.

Saturday, 18 January 2014

The Weekend Story

Assalamu'alaikum. Sometimes I get a little bit too lonely, especially when I have too much ample time or when it's that time of the month when I'm given divine exemption from daily prayers. That's why I love to keep myself busy with loads and loads of things. Today at 4pm I felt so weak and the loneliness seemed to crunch my nerves ever so fiercely that I drove myself off to continue reading the current novel over a grand mug of cafe latte at Starbucks. Even then I still had to scribble down any thought relating to work that tend to pop out of the blue so that I could focus on the storyline uninterrupted. 

I had earlier on deposited my car to be washed, vacuumed and polished, knowing fully well how long I had time to kill in the first place. Luckily at one moment in time when I couldn't bear sitting anymore, I received a series of whatsapp messages from my other half who's been away for quite some time now. That helped. An aweful lot. Even told him I was bored to death and sent the above picture in exchange of his checking in foursquare.

Later on when I went to pick my car up, it shone and sparkled and blinked towards me. That helped too eventhough I knew I would only have the car to myself until tomorrow, for my sister's been driving it to and fro work for a week or so now. I really hope her new car would be ready by next week, for her sake and of course, mine. And I really hope she's gonna take care of her car so well or at least learn how to do so gradually in time. 

Anyways, by the time I was home I had again kept myself busy - by organizing the fridge now that the walk-in and bedroom closets have been nicely done. (Yeah, I went on organizing my bedroom closets right after the walk-in closet). The fridge project is still undergoing, though. Meanwhile, here are two pictures of the bedroom closets worth sharing:

That peace of mind...

There you go. Nothing really, but thanks anyway for dropping by. Do take care and enjoy the rest of your weekend. Till then, Assalamu'alaikum.

-  Nai at Tak Pe Je.

Manicures, Pedicures & Olive Oil

Assalamu'alaikum. So I am a freshie in mani and pedi, really. Only went to do both for the 1st time ever at the famous Nail Parlour, KLCC recently with my best friend, Adah. Wouldn't have gone if she hadn't insisted, in fact. And yeah, it turned out alright even though I couldn't stand the ticklish part when my feet were brushed, much to the therapist's amusement. Here's a picture taken from the spa's facebook:

And not surprisingly, my nails both hands and feet are very dry according to the therapist, who recommended me to use the spa's signature product that will moisterize them. I however politely declined her generous offer due to budget mainly, why, I had brought just enough cash for the manual treatment in the first place! And the other reason being I had every intention to make full use of the existing extra virgin olive oil that my husband had gotten from Jordan. The moment I arrived home that day, I didn't wait a single second and literally ambushed the kitchen to get hold of the lovely olive oil. And the rest was history, I guess. 

My review: You can kiss the essential oil for your nails goodbye, baby! Olive oil has been such a miracle on its own, which made me smile ever so broadly, congratulating my decision to opt for it in the very first place. But please bear in mind that olive oil can be very expensive in most countries. Yet again, considering the compact of its nature, it's gonna be much more worthwhile in the long run as compared to buying some 30 ml essential oil that will last like what, 2 weeks the most? But of course, it depends on how you view things, right? The contra however is the smell. Not everyone loves the smell of olive oil lingering around the body, mind you. To me on the other hand it bears no weight whatsover because a woman's scent is very unique, a mixture of every other odour she produces, from head to toe. You just can't tell what makes her smell good, either her perfume or shampoo or lotion or deodorant or shower bath. Just like we can't tell what makes a man smell good, either his after shave or shampoo or perfume or whatever at all, at all.

Never mind. Just be happy, dearest. Take care and thanks for dropping by. Assalamu'alaikum.

- Nai at Tak Pe Je.

Friday, 17 January 2014

Luncheon Date With A Virtual Friend

Assalamu'alaikum. So we ended our virtual status finally at a luncheon yesterday after so many failed attempts due to unmatched schedules. What a wonderful time it was to meet Sister Saniah, whom I met in this humble blog of mine a few years ago. We even went to Daiso together after catching up at my fave hang-out place, Starbucks. Thank God I could actually squeeze some time before my next appointment of the day at Asam Pedas after 6pm. 

I wish both of us happiness and joy and may Allah Be With Us, blessing our future undertakings. Same goes to you as well, dear friends. Do take care and have a good day ahead. To all my Hindu friends, Happy Thaipusam. Thanks for dropping by. Assalamu'alaikum.

- Nai at Tak Pe Je.