tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81199032549012917582024-03-13T23:19:01.412+08:00Tak Pe JeA Well-kept journal supposedly on a daily basis, though most of the times, evidently not so. Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.comBlogger1474125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-23092154305547038952024-03-11T01:23:00.003+08:002024-03-11T01:35:53.496+08:00At My Lowest<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3rhd-NyoyBzXGPhT752_bxYJyDFUyN6vORTHWR5cwTO55eOWBgwm6AJDxgyv5ry6mq_ki337HuhXFhEBSY7oXALZLfN2hV0tkb0nJZnSQOVciuuwh31lOPhYNNNq0uAs3trur7yFfAvt1RmsHv4E6sEeAKXkmK1YLYUp-7CFOlCJp63lm-Q3p8Tj6a6-z/s2796/IMG_1951.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2796" data-original-width="1290" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3rhd-NyoyBzXGPhT752_bxYJyDFUyN6vORTHWR5cwTO55eOWBgwm6AJDxgyv5ry6mq_ki337HuhXFhEBSY7oXALZLfN2hV0tkb0nJZnSQOVciuuwh31lOPhYNNNq0uAs3trur7yFfAvt1RmsHv4E6sEeAKXkmK1YLYUp-7CFOlCJp63lm-Q3p8Tj6a6-z/s320/IMG_1951.png" width="148" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4lBVf5qRqg9m_8d5o038uNBgU29B4vbPzAIGi8IyMBVwKgb4x4GiadYVUf5jM_Hd0ONg0GV96TRMMpCIr2Y-WTMi8LWQW-FOx6KHhiFvvW0s_B0HOduIyoZCX6WIpqVxsFTbXwN_tz9ouD9MWL5bro7khTsAoQHTd56KXM1oGZsWkn9DuRAacR30ME3i/s4032/IMG_1955.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3024" data-original-width="4032" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU4lBVf5qRqg9m_8d5o038uNBgU29B4vbPzAIGi8IyMBVwKgb4x4GiadYVUf5jM_Hd0ONg0GV96TRMMpCIr2Y-WTMi8LWQW-FOx6KHhiFvvW0s_B0HOduIyoZCX6WIpqVxsFTbXwN_tz9ouD9MWL5bro7khTsAoQHTd56KXM1oGZsWkn9DuRAacR30ME3i/s320/IMG_1955.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaCTO3An_peVJtBJLE2ZP0whny5DDWGXc04aVQXCT-W53bsr08Dp8I6UplT7kgDDDnk8VKLyni6UTboQlHnUELkHWi9LdBLok6qi1MgY1XceXu7O_UXdFSXH5Ft_cYhn3b8Ti_da1rJo-ifXtnVvJbZNg8vYZU2t11MMxk90cf5UAyQe63hmfH4n7A6qWg/s2408/IMG_1957.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2408" data-original-width="1552" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaCTO3An_peVJtBJLE2ZP0whny5DDWGXc04aVQXCT-W53bsr08Dp8I6UplT7kgDDDnk8VKLyni6UTboQlHnUELkHWi9LdBLok6qi1MgY1XceXu7O_UXdFSXH5Ft_cYhn3b8Ti_da1rJo-ifXtnVvJbZNg8vYZU2t11MMxk90cf5UAyQe63hmfH4n7A6qWg/s320/IMG_1957.jpeg" width="206" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I learned a great deal when I was at my lowest point in life, especially about dependency on others. And at the same time, I also had grasped that despite everything that happened, we still had the opportunity and choice to otherwise forgive those who didn’t stay with us at such crucial times. Why? Because we forgive not for their sake, but for ours. It would be too much of a burden to keep holding grudges and letting go would be doing ourselves a huge favour to move on with life. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sometimes there is nothing comes in between us and the challenges we’re facing except God Himself, because that’s exactly what the journey is all about. Elevation wouldn’t even take place otherwise, spiritually speaking. Everything else would have to be invisible or even disappear in total except for our absolute submission and reliance upon the Creator of the Universe. Like, when the hopes all gone and we were left with nothing but a tiny little thread called faith, which turned out to be the entire secret ingredient we’ve mistakenly sought elsewhere. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The tiny little thread that would save us from despair and destruction altogether is right there within ourselves, which we only came to notice after everything else was taken away from us by storm. That’s the point of this whole turmoil and thunder and chaos and turbulence and you-name-it freaking series of tests all about : we are fulfilling the prophecy of the long since dried ink of the written fate. So that we embark upon the definite direction, towards the real deal and not away from it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So that we put our trust in Him and Him alone, for we are drowning and failing and tumbling down ever so miserably otherwise. Brokenness is the only way to strengthen our hearts, if I may rephrase in a nutshell. We are all broken in our own ways, somehow or rather. Fear not, for God’s factory never ceases to operate miracles. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The rest is mere breeze or dust or nothingness. For everything comes and returns to Him anyways. So don’t be sad, God is never far from us, the broken hearted. In Him we trust and on life goes, always. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je.</div><p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-70669747869578116722024-03-05T00:34:00.003+08:002024-03-05T00:39:25.230+08:00Maklom Ko Munger<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: verdana;">Assalamu’alaikum. Siapa yang pernah sampai Tokyo dan biasa lepak di Bukit Bintang, akan rasa deja vu. Bagi warga kota Kuala Lumpur mungkin tak tau nak hargai betapa happening nya negara sendiri, tapi percayalah kita tak kalah pun dengan tempat-tempat tumpuan pelancong yang bertaraf antarabangsa. Contoh kalau kita turun KL dari Kuantan, jenguk Pavilion memang tersembur biji matalah jawabnya, especially suasana malam yang disimbahi lampu-lampu berkerlipan. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxjSWJrZGXuwLDpoa-zSzI1EsQ4Orrp4BdlxzjJuCcLn93AcHkvUeFT7p3GJm0qTeA9IRLB2WQChtOasKUZ7g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Anak aku kalau ada bibik ikut kat kawasan Bukit Bintang, serta-merta akan bertukar jadi bodyguard dan sibuk jaga takut bibik dia hilang. Sama macam pergi jalan-jalan tempat luar, memang dia jadi restless dan awasi bibik. Bukan apa, sebab terlampau selalu ghaib entah mana-mana, dah la tak dengar orang call. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIA7_bNF7C3RLx_RrxjLssJLjS5e0l4IBWxD8IBHegLSrbuthFKrPewnBJPwDAxptcH4aILbf0BgxD6Ic45NgpXet3FGLd_j8JxnAM17voDvpl0pA1icbhBNHRUkQUWVs5uOrB7iITa7nhS_KAXMZEhOta6q4MCOZFcwkiReB0jOSQniddEbazSDmJACmE/s1280/41ca87d7-06de-4dd5-b2f3-06d1437d627b.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIA7_bNF7C3RLx_RrxjLssJLjS5e0l4IBWxD8IBHegLSrbuthFKrPewnBJPwDAxptcH4aILbf0BgxD6Ic45NgpXet3FGLd_j8JxnAM17voDvpl0pA1icbhBNHRUkQUWVs5uOrB7iITa7nhS_KAXMZEhOta6q4MCOZFcwkiReB0jOSQniddEbazSDmJACmE/s320/41ca87d7-06de-4dd5-b2f3-06d1437d627b.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lately aku teringat sangat saat-saat berjalan kat Tokyo. Masuk kali ke-2 sampai Tokyo, akhirnya aku berkesempatan buat salah satu daripada bucket list: sewa kimono dan ambik gambar sampai lebam. Dulu teringin nak buat gitu, tapi takde bajet jadi aku pendamkan saja hasrat dalam hati dengan doa dan harapan.. nantilah satu hari, mana tau anak dah besar boleh pergi lagi. Alhamdulillah, dimakbulkan Ilahi dan akhirnya tercapai hasrat yang diidam-idamkan. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnkWvhtkbiDNTLgKEYJ2nlMJ0OWxEwbZ6wKxaRXmbw_5CGTOvAMWs4icbJIaif_WH7PAJOwX5mGL0X3oT74N4VN1S0_aFULOPBsIPPM0sa9sPkLgRTVBKE1mMqwsHNh4LvdghP24mpxsvlckQFl-2WV5zSOP_aGkJzt6nW7twyXqaMYiELbimEJxsXY37/s1024/6fe033fa-f26e-4b82-b978-6c3ea1bb2fbb.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYnkWvhtkbiDNTLgKEYJ2nlMJ0OWxEwbZ6wKxaRXmbw_5CGTOvAMWs4icbJIaif_WH7PAJOwX5mGL0X3oT74N4VN1S0_aFULOPBsIPPM0sa9sPkLgRTVBKE1mMqwsHNh4LvdghP24mpxsvlckQFl-2WV5zSOP_aGkJzt6nW7twyXqaMYiELbimEJxsXY37/s320/6fe033fa-f26e-4b82-b978-6c3ea1bb2fbb.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Masa kami pergi hari tu, musim panas dan orang kebanyakannya pakai yukata, bukan kimono yang lebih kompleks. Teringin nak pakai kimono sebenarnya tapi ya ampun, harga sewanya tak sanggup mak! Bab harga aku malas nak borak dalam post ni, nantilah lain kali kalau rajin. Itupun aku dah lupa berapa, kena tengok balik resit. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYU6tKOn22zllC5cI4c744rI3NWfpL-ZRW2ZfSfaH6HFFWyEIWKc9AoAg50kUoKdHTbGO4d1qwcz3E9VSs_TPkaOQH7BJEM_Ml9-IODnQvkRvnnwMtz4kMOa96y1tpye1-tuW_a9PoO6ZAAjgMvBf7xRcGgX6RoZ-B5exhoSuFFzVzpqpmIy6pY5bEGmDv/s1280/90bf607b-4b2e-4df9-82fe-30e9c43e89fe.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="960" data-original-width="1280" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYU6tKOn22zllC5cI4c744rI3NWfpL-ZRW2ZfSfaH6HFFWyEIWKc9AoAg50kUoKdHTbGO4d1qwcz3E9VSs_TPkaOQH7BJEM_Ml9-IODnQvkRvnnwMtz4kMOa96y1tpye1-tuW_a9PoO6ZAAjgMvBf7xRcGgX6RoZ-B5exhoSuFFzVzpqpmIy6pY5bEGmDv/s320/90bf607b-4b2e-4df9-82fe-30e9c43e89fe.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: verdana;"><p style="text-align: center;">Aku pilih warna lembut dan elakkan warna hitam.. maklumlah summer di Tokyo keringnya tak boleh bawak bincang. Bibik dia macam biasa suka warna terang, nak larang pun dah dia pilih sendiri. Bila tengok aku pakai mula la menyesal tak pilih warna lembut, haih sesal dahulu pendapatan, sesal kemudian mendapat ler.. </p></span><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgooMeq6bDvRPruVhW-P-uqJKs_IqRGUQmNQXHHNbBqPL_5A4HvaSfDiR6z81BE-40eWUJ8d9Rl-wTek44LxkDWQGxufogV8ytpemZBhx1Pn-VVq6FcTghaOAz2sWP3xMGrY8rWMBi8thicRXAPUV4fY_j5VQ9oR0L4aAQjmeGN9v7LcsZ-yHPWYUl2G3zg/s1280/7889cb89-d997-4dc3-b82b-40699d51cd2a.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgooMeq6bDvRPruVhW-P-uqJKs_IqRGUQmNQXHHNbBqPL_5A4HvaSfDiR6z81BE-40eWUJ8d9Rl-wTek44LxkDWQGxufogV8ytpemZBhx1Pn-VVq6FcTghaOAz2sWP3xMGrY8rWMBi8thicRXAPUV4fY_j5VQ9oR0L4aAQjmeGN9v7LcsZ-yHPWYUl2G3zg/s320/7889cb89-d997-4dc3-b82b-40699d51cd2a.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mamat sebelah aku tu pulak pilih motif rimau, aummm! Dah macam yakuza aku tengok, anak dia suka belang-belang macam zebra. Maklom engkau munger : I can buy my own flowers kekdahnya. Jadi kombinasi 3 orang : munger, rimau dan zebra. Hahaha ko rasa? </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Aku makin lama makin jatuh cinta pada Jepun, dan Jepun makin lama makin jatuh cinta pada agamaku. Dari dulu aku lihat sana sini nilai-nilai murni di Jepun tanpa Islam, sekarang di sana setiap 10 minit ada orang masuk Islam. Makanan halal pun tak sesusah dulu dah sekarang kat sana, siap boleh lepak kedai halal Ramen beli guna vending machine. Apa yang berlaku adalah sepertimana yang Allah gambarkan dalam ayat 2 surah An-Nasr, kawan-kawan..</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1khXyE53p9en0QmUnWc3IFtUiSs6lWqKjM1nEmgwpNcthxfHMtL8pcAWpcPXd2_vNMu9wFVyilIPkRLycVsdCQNob5cHEOE42YU_HdW_wKxSnZzHIOxtePyJ6My5A_GiL8VzoutYeGGeArOi3vyL7o8YbHvQeybKNmt4-a7EQx38sXw8x-oloLsPAZ-a/s1648/IMG_2132.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1648" data-original-width="1290" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_1khXyE53p9en0QmUnWc3IFtUiSs6lWqKjM1nEmgwpNcthxfHMtL8pcAWpcPXd2_vNMu9wFVyilIPkRLycVsdCQNob5cHEOE42YU_HdW_wKxSnZzHIOxtePyJ6My5A_GiL8VzoutYeGGeArOi3vyL7o8YbHvQeybKNmt4-a7EQx38sXw8x-oloLsPAZ-a/s320/IMG_2132.jpeg" width="250" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Agama Allah ni mendamaikan, jadi kita yang dah dilahirkan dalam kedamaian wajiblah bersyukur. Jangan pernah berhenti mencari damai di hati, dengan berdamai dengan takdir-Nya. Hanya dengan mengingati Allah hati akan tenang, kan? Orang pun boleh ikut tenang sekali melihat ketenangan dan kedamaian yang terpancar dari wajah kita, mudah-mudahan. Dah dapat pahala free, best kan? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-qkIcm7FQ1ZIkk4_R-qvjU7ZY4Jek29WYMw6XTwH0hOASDfVs4dWTR0JubhN9JXLzRIjcXiGAX0xkkQmHTzwl-t20RDM5iLgUFimpP3BzpRXYBRe-coVbw2u_TZtRIioT_2ao6-1BHbY9unhHiOZMBHP_4TBXtWAYGK114xqYbjhkRv5vju9VUjc_znt/s1024/IMG_5450.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="569" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL-qkIcm7FQ1ZIkk4_R-qvjU7ZY4Jek29WYMw6XTwH0hOASDfVs4dWTR0JubhN9JXLzRIjcXiGAX0xkkQmHTzwl-t20RDM5iLgUFimpP3BzpRXYBRe-coVbw2u_TZtRIioT_2ao6-1BHbY9unhHiOZMBHP_4TBXtWAYGK114xqYbjhkRv5vju9VUjc_znt/s320/IMG_5450.jpeg" width="178" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Nanti kalau pergi lagi, kita bawak baju kebaya pulak bergambar kat Jepun. Ok? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je.</span></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span><p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-12426630847394125382024-03-03T15:30:00.002+08:002024-03-03T15:30:27.190+08:00Permata <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Assalamu’alaikum. Bukan nak kena jadi selfish prick, tapi kita jangan lupa sayangi diri sendiri walaupun hati terlampau sarat dengan kasih mesra. Kadang-kadang kita sibuk sangat nak jaga orang sekeliling sampai terlupa kebajikan sendiri, sempena tahun 2024 ni marilah kita sama-sama cuba ubah. Takut nanti mereput sorang-sorang bagaikan habis madu sepah dibuang, tak nak la macam tu kan? </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UqSOdtH2GBwIhzZPpK6yDIidgKvT7A6HZG4-qooXJpX2LcZewcGa1lhghY4HsB1aw6ij3c1dp2EZIvPab01Sjn_90IOpUdHvo5CQjtkllDo6QQrMiFQKt_CKfeYVmogncUsKuZRk5M0edjqkxAnIt40CITDgPzxjfSYI5m0JqTLTFa6kcYjASGZm-yMc/s4096/644F3624-93EE-4931-8B5E-A4562B2EAA2E.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4096" data-original-width="3337" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UqSOdtH2GBwIhzZPpK6yDIidgKvT7A6HZG4-qooXJpX2LcZewcGa1lhghY4HsB1aw6ij3c1dp2EZIvPab01Sjn_90IOpUdHvo5CQjtkllDo6QQrMiFQKt_CKfeYVmogncUsKuZRk5M0edjqkxAnIt40CITDgPzxjfSYI5m0JqTLTFa6kcYjASGZm-yMc/s320/644F3624-93EE-4931-8B5E-A4562B2EAA2E.jpeg" width="261" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Lepas dugaan dikhianati oleh orang yang paling dipercayai ni, aku tersedar dari lamunan dan pelan-pelan belajar banyak perkara dalam menyayangi diri sendiri. Masih tetap boleh menyebarkan kasih dan menabur sayang kepada orang lain, tapi ambil masa dan peluang berbuat baik pada diri sendiri juga. Tak mampu, katakan tidak. Tak sanggup, tolak dengan elok. Mampu dan sanggup, perlu letakkan syarat dan sempadan. Mulakan ikut tangga dan tahap keselesaan. </span></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWCRBnKQnFfbB_iw0SJtF_SI-sTwUFgtzBUX9EVlhgGNN01gVGYkk5oDMsC-yGNmI5vM8d-W73y6M4EqKIN6WUp_SC8IuKxCAMwmeJrP7-2EGXz63h6_9Omjuvc5mNSwgKRWFYLdP4NBTe7c-OEyy_Rf_aQzfLIwqB8Fwl03FhxDSXd23ryFkQogMjjWZW/s2448/IMG_1629.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1834" data-original-width="2448" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWCRBnKQnFfbB_iw0SJtF_SI-sTwUFgtzBUX9EVlhgGNN01gVGYkk5oDMsC-yGNmI5vM8d-W73y6M4EqKIN6WUp_SC8IuKxCAMwmeJrP7-2EGXz63h6_9Omjuvc5mNSwgKRWFYLdP4NBTe7c-OEyy_Rf_aQzfLIwqB8Fwl03FhxDSXd23ryFkQogMjjWZW/s320/IMG_1629.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Buat dari yang paling basic, makan-minum contohnya. S</span><span style="font-family: verdana;">esibuk mana pun, jangan lupa makan. Tak selera macamana pun, jangan sampai perut masuk angin ataupun kena gastrik. Air jangan malas minum, tak pasal-pasal toksin penuh dalam badan sampai jadi batu karang. Kalau bab makan-minum pun dah ke laut, tak payah sibuk tanya tahap seterusnya. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Action equals to reactions, ingat tu. Bila kita sayang pada diri sendiri, mudah untuk aura positif mendekati. Mudah untuk menarik kasih-sayang orang lain pula. Kalau selama ini orang siap boleh pijak, sekarang orang boleh sedar sempadan mana yang boleh direntasi, garis mana yang perlu diawasi. Sudah-sudahlah bagi peluang pada mereka untuk terus menzalimi kerana diri kita terlalu bermakna dan berharga. Kita adalah permata dan perlu dihargai. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ingat tu. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je.</span></div><p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-45215877537115537362024-03-03T00:54:00.002+08:002024-03-03T12:13:31.037+08:00Coretan Awal Mac 2024<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Assalamu’alaikum. Pejam celik, celik pejam dah sampai waktu hantar anak balik universiti. Aku takde masalah langsung nak ulang-alik Johor, maklumlah anak kan 10. Cuma datang penyakit jalan tersumbat je terus jadi berdengung kepala. Dari pukul 10.30 pagi dah bersusun kereta, van, lori kontena segala dah bukan macam hari Sabtu, konsisten tersumbat jalan sepanjang-panjang Lebuhraya Utara-Selatan. Kiri kanan dalam Waze maintain warna merah sampai ke sudah, apa cerita entah?</span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOyQ5PPdZrlF-JajemWaF8Dzmza3QHTtAoEF0npbPjkeEvEqkyldNcSB1UBVZMapLe7O47hKWQVvRV7qpJywuBnOkjyzZde_HJdZTogVMVy-04boMdhNVAMeauOAh6WtK-ozenAEh03a8i7M7ETOtcWE7rumy8S-WlVgpijvPZo-fCwvKBhyphenhyphennZY_qEBN4/s2427/IMG_1801.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2427" data-original-width="1364" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJOyQ5PPdZrlF-JajemWaF8Dzmza3QHTtAoEF0npbPjkeEvEqkyldNcSB1UBVZMapLe7O47hKWQVvRV7qpJywuBnOkjyzZde_HJdZTogVMVy-04boMdhNVAMeauOAh6WtK-ozenAEh03a8i7M7ETOtcWE7rumy8S-WlVgpijvPZo-fCwvKBhyphenhyphennZY_qEBN4/s320/IMG_1801.jpeg" width="180" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Dalam kesibukan dan keserabutan hidup aku ni, syukur alhamdulillah kali ni anak balik rumah aku banyak masa dengan dia. Kadang-kadang saja je aku duk lepak bilik dia walaupun dia layan game, dah beberapa ketika aku turun semula sambung kerja sendiri. Sama-sama keluar cari birthday present untuk daddy dia, orang ingat aku kakak dan dia adik. Muakakakak haruslah aku perasan nak matik! </span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq6EZYxksUNd3-Jgh_COzA7pqIxLZnozDZdOHl1HUZzfWxmHrTwNDyrTOSUmYeTbo42eatRb0hxmmKTPrhoJUdmTk_8EK9rJYqTVotRWhKipsmuIyx2pBF8LaoIMaixyU_o0PuzS-0h_NIa7JUJ_K9Qp3ecy0Xcztut33MF-k0ijoy33MqyqNM5vvbJoxq/s5712/IMG_1802.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5712" data-original-width="4284" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq6EZYxksUNd3-Jgh_COzA7pqIxLZnozDZdOHl1HUZzfWxmHrTwNDyrTOSUmYeTbo42eatRb0hxmmKTPrhoJUdmTk_8EK9rJYqTVotRWhKipsmuIyx2pBF8LaoIMaixyU_o0PuzS-0h_NIa7JUJ_K9Qp3ecy0Xcztut33MF-k0ijoy33MqyqNM5vvbJoxq/s320/IMG_1802.jpeg" width="240" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Besar dah boy, bukannya dia heran daddy komplen rambut dengan janggut berserabai. Aku gelak aje, tau memang fasa budak tengah rasa terpaling dewasa gitu la kekdahnya. Esok bila dah sampai masanya, dia sendiri tau nak buat apa. Lagi suruh, lagi larang lagi nak berontak. Jadi, kita biarkan je dulu. </span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkiI-3jODGtOrwbamC-Ix2tDiwlnw5-3o_3Cp7AKQO0HxxKp5VZ0wPqLu77gLdpZCEw2Utd35JcoUy09JHsxCMxFQ7D7BZl4FHTM9x95wPNuT6kZDJ9x1K0YrZd1Pb5iDpSRiMYV9zGtNJYtiimP8vMq6onn7F-XnDnxj8h6GxQQfZ0kZ4H1ADZXoCWUe0/s2448/IMG_2086.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="1836" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkiI-3jODGtOrwbamC-Ix2tDiwlnw5-3o_3Cp7AKQO0HxxKp5VZ0wPqLu77gLdpZCEw2Utd35JcoUy09JHsxCMxFQ7D7BZl4FHTM9x95wPNuT6kZDJ9x1K0YrZd1Pb5iDpSRiMYV9zGtNJYtiimP8vMq6onn7F-XnDnxj8h6GxQQfZ0kZ4H1ADZXoCWUe0/s320/IMG_2086.jpeg" width="240" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Minggu terakhir cuti, aku memang banyak masa dengan dia sebab kebetulan hantar ambik dia belajar memandu nun di Imkeda Cheras. Dengar cerita ujian memandu bulan April, lepas raya la agaknya.. aku belum follow up dengan instructor dia. Kalau dapat tarikh nanti, aku dah cakap sila ponteng kelas kalau perlu sebabnya bukan senang nak sesuaikan masa segala bagai.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHbf2YMb7quAa_9QlTAMi7fbfRhKsmkMid6V3o0PjQybDb6nWlLW4_IrFkSSVNA79bra5YtItFxyB4cEGrSn7tXDLibqdE74WRmdLCScpeYdFHZNrb61vcSd2ivUtbkMDgQkgo5vQ4oCjQjqoeAUElaEcmeZ93n1dIK2W9TXPZPWJNWjcLmQCHdgooJGCW/s2295/1022708D-6DE9-4EAF-8583-7DBFB3B89051.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2295" data-original-width="1836" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHbf2YMb7quAa_9QlTAMi7fbfRhKsmkMid6V3o0PjQybDb6nWlLW4_IrFkSSVNA79bra5YtItFxyB4cEGrSn7tXDLibqdE74WRmdLCScpeYdFHZNrb61vcSd2ivUtbkMDgQkgo5vQ4oCjQjqoeAUElaEcmeZ93n1dIK2W9TXPZPWJNWjcLmQCHdgooJGCW/s320/1022708D-6DE9-4EAF-8583-7DBFB3B89051.jpeg" width="256" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Tadi masa singgah R&R Seremban, dia betulkan kereta sebab mummy parking kurang ke depan, banyak lagi ruang dalam petak. Iyalah.. orang dah pandai bawak kereta, heheh. Nanti sila bawak sendiri mummy duk sebelah pulak sementara awak ada makwe, tiber…!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy6oiqR4TkFTm598Ti-29E45uasLqTXF4Ji2fZEEQSBCp5qBMTygi-jaBTEjVBu7T1rltF6Cm3ZD4UTW4ZquA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Hurmm.. belum apa-apa dah rindu. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: trebuchet;"><br /> </span><p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-17112482563693436092023-12-25T17:41:00.004+08:002023-12-25T17:45:37.028+08:00Awek Besi<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: courier;">Assalamu’alaikum. Orang Terengganu masa zaman aku muda remaja dulu ada gelaran khusus untuk orang-orang perempuan yang cenderung “materialistik” dalam memilih pasangan, tapi lebih kepada golongan muda-mudi gitu. Kalau sekarang mungkin jauh berbeza dengan zaman itu, cara menilai materialistik sudah tentu juga berbeza. Maklumlah, dunia menjadi lebih luas dengan media sosial dan jaringan internet tanpa sempadan. Setidak-tidaknya, orang Pantai Timur tidak lagi terlalu jumud dalam melihat sesuatu yang kurang biasa dalam komuniti mereka. Bagi aku, perkara yang bertambah bagus harus diraikan, didoakan semoga dapat memberi manfaat kepada banyak orang. Dari satu segi, rata-rata pihak akan mendapat pendedahan tentang budaya, cara hidup masyarakat luar dan apa jua yang bersangkutan dengannya tanpa perlu melangkah jauh dari lokasi masing-masing. Implikasinya pun bagus sekali, kerana setiap daerah menjadi seakan-akan lebih dekat meskipun jauh beribu batu. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Gelaran itu adalah “Awek Besi”, yang sebenarnya bagi aku agak ‘racist’ jika diamat-amati. Aku mungkin tidak menyelami kehidupan mereka, jadi amat tidak adil untuk aku melontarkan pendapat peribadi di sini. Cuma dari pandangan mata ini, setiap individu bebas membuat pilihan tersendiri terhadap apa jua daya tarikan yang ada pada calon pasangan. Mungkin bagi sesetengah orang, mereka tertarik pada aset lebih daripada perkara yang lain. Ada juga yang lebih tertarik pada sebab-sebab fizikal seperti paras rupa, bentuk badan ataupun ketinggian. Itu memang lumrah manusia kerana segala-galanya bermula dari mata sebelum nilai-nilai pelengkap dipertimbangkan dari semasa ke semasa.</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjme8sYPfJXNPx8Zp1BpPYHLyG7xrQ-gL61mL17WhpzeKgf6ngW_EvzxLn4mVpurj4AdtpCifLREBcAqNfmWNWTs7AKkLQ7ySbZMix6a8x6ZaWCNpRj37TX6lV4VFU2LkWRO7uENkUiOyx2Iv8bc8JhaRrIFUir8itGc3pBkjkMh-0eZ3_QU16C-liKkyUb/s592/IMG_1125.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="592" data-original-width="480" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjme8sYPfJXNPx8Zp1BpPYHLyG7xrQ-gL61mL17WhpzeKgf6ngW_EvzxLn4mVpurj4AdtpCifLREBcAqNfmWNWTs7AKkLQ7ySbZMix6a8x6ZaWCNpRj37TX6lV4VFU2LkWRO7uENkUiOyx2Iv8bc8JhaRrIFUir8itGc3pBkjkMh-0eZ3_QU16C-liKkyUb/s320/IMG_1125.jpeg" width="259" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Aku apa adanya, dari dulu tidak cepat membuat penilaian. Mungkin kerana tak banyak yang aku impikan dalam hidup selain daripada kemampuan untuk membahagiakan ayah ibu dan keluarga. Kereta pun asal selesa, jenama tidak pernah menjadi isu bagi aku. Kereta pertama pun aku beli selepas adik perempuan aku habis belajar, sebelum itu aku selalu guna kereta yang pakwe yang dah tak nak guna setiapkali dia tukar baru. Itu pun aku ambik keputusan jual sebab pening kepala nak bayar ansuran bulanan sampai RM1.5k.. bukannya ada gaji tetap macam orang lain. Lebih baik aku naik LRT dan cukup bajet untuk bayar gaji pekerja waktu itu. Sampai suatu masa, aku belikan bonda kereta untuk bawak balik kampung sebelum adik-adik mampu beli kereta masing-masing. Bila dorang dah ada kereta sorang sebiji, kereta itu aku buat hantar ambik anak sekolah dari Tingkatan 1 sampailah SPM. Elok bila bonda meninggal, tempoh pinjaman 9 tahun pun tamat dan sekarang tak perlu sibuk fikir ansuran bulanan. Kereta yang sama masih elok dan sarat dengan memori indah, takkan pernah aku lepaskan. Ke sana ke mari itulah yang tetap aku bawa, orang lain bergaya dengan BMW ataupun Mercedes, aku tetap selesa dengan Proton Saga FLX. Aku takde ego, mungkin.. takpe je, kan?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Sebelum bonda meninggal, dia ada suruh aku tukar kereta sebab katanya, kakak patut pakai kereta besar sesuai dengan kakak. Aku kata takpe je.. nanti boleh cat semula biar nampak berseri. Dan itulah yang aku buat, dengan penuh ingatan kepada bonda sehingga mengalirkan air mata saat memandu sorang-sorang. Hidup pun entah berapa lama lagi kat dunia ni, nak tukar kereta baru entahlah bila. Setakat ni aku takde niat ataupun nafsu nak cari ganti, biarlah kekal membawa memori daun pisang bersama bonda dan anakanda selagi Saga nan putih itu sudi berkhidmat penuh setia.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJGOAvRaDWXGBf6SYTZ8dSxuHGV3O7H4yW3udLM27W0Ara3MG_0uflLVfqpbn8Lh49_tFcmc1wLPQFeak3d4hUUC4VefAA8LRx0EuL1zyjDZvL2GcbgcebnSq2K9cUnrfpUENKtObdWmX3x2EB1tK4QHungEvitT4KY0sXcwAjjNe3sUmfIBqeEIUMDgS/s4032/IMG_5847.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtJGOAvRaDWXGBf6SYTZ8dSxuHGV3O7H4yW3udLM27W0Ara3MG_0uflLVfqpbn8Lh49_tFcmc1wLPQFeak3d4hUUC4VefAA8LRx0EuL1zyjDZvL2GcbgcebnSq2K9cUnrfpUENKtObdWmX3x2EB1tK4QHungEvitT4KY0sXcwAjjNe3sUmfIBqeEIUMDgS/s320/IMG_5847.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">^_^ Tak Pe Je!</span></div><br /><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span><p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-52374608385203265872023-12-22T20:49:00.002+08:002023-12-22T20:49:23.165+08:00Usah Berkedip<p style="text-align: center;"> <span style="font-family: courier;">Assalamu’alaikum dunia…</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn3nQf4-Zqd9WwmjOf0ZO66TabCQjxWrYgCaEvhc-ML5QEaCPenoFVB2OJg7OYDOINN0xArMfcox6U6BjiH44-2moTab1bQfcqZZ0w2vkUdYqSSzxjErNkY80nsV7XKKHjN6XVYL-q8Jl_iinCLY_KMn9lCopbQZjaYvbRnFQeCb9wdzr9_wz60NHw9krz/s5712/IMG_1020.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5712" data-original-width="4284" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjn3nQf4-Zqd9WwmjOf0ZO66TabCQjxWrYgCaEvhc-ML5QEaCPenoFVB2OJg7OYDOINN0xArMfcox6U6BjiH44-2moTab1bQfcqZZ0w2vkUdYqSSzxjErNkY80nsV7XKKHjN6XVYL-q8Jl_iinCLY_KMn9lCopbQZjaYvbRnFQeCb9wdzr9_wz60NHw9krz/s320/IMG_1020.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p>Saat satu pintu tertutup, usah lupa tingkap yang wujud. Bahkan tetaplah yakin untuk bertanya: Adakah pintu yang tertutup itu sebenarnya berkunci ataupun tidak mungkin untuk ditembusi? Adakah tingkap yang wujud itu pula suatu imaginasi atau sekadar ilusi semata-mata? </span><p></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Memang lebih mudah untuk kita menyerah kalah pada keadaan malang yang menimpa hidup, itu semua orang boleh lakukan tanpa perlu bersusah payah sedikit pun. Tinggal lagi, dunia bukanlah tempat untuk kita bersenang lenang mahupun berlenggang kangkung dalam semua situasi. Di sini kita ditugaskan untuk mencipta dan mencetak rentak sebagai bekalan di destinasi sebenar, tempat nan abadi tanpa air mata, tanpa lelah mahupun sekelumit sengsara. Maka dengan itu, carilah hikmah di sebalik setiap dugaan yang Allah turunkan untuk kita di dunia ini. Sekalipun segala-galanya bagaikan menghimpit diri sehingga ke sudut paling hujung, tetaplah berbaik sangka pada rahmat-Nya. Kekal percaya bahawa kepayahan datangnya berkembar dengan kegembiraan kerana segala-galanya diciptakan berpasang-pasangan. Allah tidak pernah janjikan bahawa hidup ini selalu indah, tetapi keindahan adalah sebahagian daripada hidup dan hidup adalah sebahagian daripada keindahan. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Jatuh pasangannya bangun, maka usahlah terlalu hanyut dalam kepiluan meratapi sebuah kejatuhan. Maka dengan itu, aku selalu ingatkan diri sendiri bahawa Allah sedang memerhati, samada hamba-Nya ini pasrah dan berdamai dengan takdir ataupun memilih untuk menuding jari, jauh dari apresiasi nurani. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Teruskan melangkah, yakinlah bahawa Allah takkan pernah biarkan hamba-Nya terkontang-kanting tanpa bimbingan rohani. Tetaplah berdoa agar Dia takkan abaikan kita walau sekelip mata, agar kita sentiasa dipayungi rahmat dan kasih-sayang-Nya yang tidak bertepi. </span></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-37424646537707999842023-12-18T00:37:00.005+08:002023-12-18T00:37:52.283+08:00Seluar Kargo<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1DwXJyKbtLh-WGBi2X5Mt0-DwGZfQqyEufZJCaH6auyKYcXmCCBomf6k0H7smovHb3JTCRX3-jYSOvm8ao-G0PsrqZYp_lAfrmv3dw46MkVJBD9lVBFT7QC2uJ2HYETBohntaycdl7Xmk3LIjFNDWaAZu1-TqKt3GlrRcnQVqv8n8t4TeLgrnzk2shTVm/s2032/IMG_0934.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2032" data-original-width="1088" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1DwXJyKbtLh-WGBi2X5Mt0-DwGZfQqyEufZJCaH6auyKYcXmCCBomf6k0H7smovHb3JTCRX3-jYSOvm8ao-G0PsrqZYp_lAfrmv3dw46MkVJBD9lVBFT7QC2uJ2HYETBohntaycdl7Xmk3LIjFNDWaAZu1-TqKt3GlrRcnQVqv8n8t4TeLgrnzk2shTVm/s320/IMG_0934.jpeg" width="171" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Assalamu’alaikum. Musim seluar kargo sekarang ni kan? Selain denim skirt, berduyun-duyun kaum Hawa pakat menggayakan seluar kargo hari demi hari. Dulu masa aku rutin pakai denim skirt, orang selalu kata fesyen lama tak trendy segala. Masa pakai seluar kargo, orang kata tak sesuai perempuan ambik style lelaki.. apa cerita suka pakai seluar poket sana poket sini macam mekanik? Tinggal lagi, aku bangsa tone-deaf mana ada nak kisah pun semua tu janji aku suka sudah. </span></div><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Tapi itu dulu, sekarang denim skirt dan seluar kargo dua-dua jadi fashion statement sampai berlambak-lambak kat kedai fizikal dan juga online. Harga pun murah-murah, cuma kalau nak yang kualiti lebih dari segi fabrik lembut, tak boleh la dapat bawah RM100. Dulu memang gitulah harganya, sampai sekarang masih tak banyak berubah kalau diamat-amati. Apa yang bagusnya sekarang ni, cutting lebih sesuai untuk badan perempuan dan siap didatangkan dengan gender friendly, unisex gitu. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;">Sejak harga durian runtuh boleh dapat kat Shopee, banyak dah aku kumpul. Murah memang la murah, tapi kain jenis macam uniform sekolah rendah/menengah. Ada juga yang jadi mengecut lepas dibasuh banyak kali, tetiba pakai “eh kenapa senteng?” Adatlah benda murah, nak expect menang memakai, apa ada hal? Tinggal lagi, bila koleksi banyak dalam almari, boleh rotate dan tukar ganti ikut selera. Aku kadang-kadang pergi outstation bawak sehelai, pakai siang malam. Ada sehelai yang nipis aku beli kat Uniqlo, sejuk kalau pakai travel.. sebab aku lebih selesa pakai yang tebal dalam air-cond. Jadi takpe la kain tebal macam uniform sekolah pun, senang nak keluar masuk tempat full-blown air-cond. Tidur malam masa outstation pun dalam air-cond jugak, tak pasal-pasal karang menggigil bangun Subuh. Bukan semua homestay ada selimut tebal dan takkan nak angkut comforter kulu kilir pulak, renyah nanti. Blazer, jubah, beg isi fail dan beg isi baju pun dah kiri kanan… owh, tak kuasa aku!</span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: arial;"><br /></span></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-56845325152007852392023-12-14T23:41:00.001+08:002023-12-14T23:41:05.051+08:00Sarung Telekung<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUf38A0k7XdZYDWSZslonTprjsZtYXgysu4FDa90GST4OMnNUXMX70eYn6EKamoo_LenQK_bh-v3mywd9jOFJ3RrKZ1RzRMWbUAjyKXqfkyFh7_SIgzTgnKdlg3WO184KjXH1PsEFHQOYqybzK4NNJfwLdT7new77tVA8Zzcg2jbZR3mYMDE_w8PyCtw9H/s3088/IMG_0169.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUf38A0k7XdZYDWSZslonTprjsZtYXgysu4FDa90GST4OMnNUXMX70eYn6EKamoo_LenQK_bh-v3mywd9jOFJ3RrKZ1RzRMWbUAjyKXqfkyFh7_SIgzTgnKdlg3WO184KjXH1PsEFHQOYqybzK4NNJfwLdT7new77tVA8Zzcg2jbZR3mYMDE_w8PyCtw9H/s320/IMG_0169.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"> Assalamu’alaikum. Aku ada satu perangai dari zaman muda remaja sampailah purbakala ni, suka sangat solat guna kain sarung dipadankan dengan telekung. Kalau dulu mesti tergedik-gedik buat muka comel mintak dengan ayah, sekarang aku lebih memilih untuk beli sendiri kat Mydin. Bukan tak boleh ambik pakwe punya, ada je memang dah rembat dua tiga helai tapi sebab sejenis tamak haloba, nak juga beli lain. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Lebih-lebih lagi sejak selalu turun Ipoh hampir setiap bulan dah dua tahun lamanya, suka sangat jenguk Mydin gedabak kat Meru Jaya. Dah jadi satu rutin wajib berlama-lamaan kat bahagian mini telekung dan sarung pelikat. Ada yang tanya kenapa suka guna sarung masa solat? Oh, jawapannya mudah je: sebab labuh dan gabak. 🤭 jauh lebih selesa berbanding kain telekung, terutamanya yang dari Indonesia mahupun Vietnam. Kebanyakannya senteng, banyak kali ternampak kaki masa duduk tahiyyat akhir. Dulu la, sekarang ni dah labuh-labuh majoriti kain yang dijual, kecuali la yang orang waqaf kat surau ataupun masjid, masih lagi senteng. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;">Baru-baru ni aku ada order sarung batik pulak kat Shopee, 2 meter ukurannya.. baguslah buat solat, sama selesa dengan kain pelikat. Boleh buat beberapa set untuk dibawa berjalan, satu letak dalam kereta sendiri dan satu letak dalam kereta pakwe. Ingat masa kat Uni dulu, kawan aku si Sue N suka guna kain macam ni buat solat tapi masa tu aku belum gemar style gitu. Lagipun mana ada variasi macam sekarang, dulu nampak kusam je tak menarik pandangan mata majazi diriku ini. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2gn8V2B88GVogJ6tc86OH3kaEhIk4bej_kjhQCG2dkM3Zeok_GcD6UdRJsCSW-BIXCAtriX_Er2aNyuKwYc4_03QCV1O9OG04qU0ygP2HFEPaVekFDVz7KTbdKBO60xOkS7X9d9QilubhmOTUQHa1k6scr_Rv6sJ2ozYxlggQ9KgLX2QPLsUT6VCGzXm/s2796/IMG_0892.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2796" data-original-width="1290" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2gn8V2B88GVogJ6tc86OH3kaEhIk4bej_kjhQCG2dkM3Zeok_GcD6UdRJsCSW-BIXCAtriX_Er2aNyuKwYc4_03QCV1O9OG04qU0ygP2HFEPaVekFDVz7KTbdKBO60xOkS7X9d9QilubhmOTUQHa1k6scr_Rv6sJ2ozYxlggQ9KgLX2QPLsUT6VCGzXm/s320/IMG_0892.png" width="148" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Umur dekat 50 siri ni makin lama makin mencari benda-benda macam ni. Dulu tak paham kenapa arwah mak sibuk kumpul kain batik lepas prepare tutup jenazah, sekarang aku dah start perangai sama macam dia. Pengalaman mandikan jenazah bonda sangat-sangat meninggalkan kesan mendalam jauh di sudut sanubari. Itulah kemuncak kasih sayang seorang anak, tanda pengabdian tulus mesra tanpa syarat. Belaian terakhir yang sentiasa menjemput air mata setiap kali dikenang, termasuklah semasa ayat ini ditaip. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aku rindu…</div><br /><span style="text-align: left;"><br /></span></div><p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-35614273826690463972023-12-11T00:04:00.065+08:002023-12-15T00:01:21.032+08:00LUKA<p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Dalam hidup ini, yang paling menyakitkan adalah dikhianati oleh orang yang paling dipercayai. Sulit untuk dihadam akal fikiran, boleh menjemput kemurungan yang tidak bersempadan. Kemaafan bukan lagi sesuatu yang perlu ditimbulkan kerana frasa itu sendiri pun tidak sesuai untuk dilafazkan. Apa pun jua alasan, pilihan ada di tangan kita untuk saling menjaga kepercayaan dan tidak sesekali mengkhianati antara sesama. </span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Mengkhianati itu sendiri adalah suatu pilihan dan tiada alasan yang akan mampu dijadikan sandaran. Apatah lagi jika satu demi satu pengkhianatan dilakukan, memanipulasi sebuah kepercayaan yang diberikan tanpa syarat selama ini. Itu sudah terang lagi bersuluh adalah pilihan yang disengajakan, matlamat takkan pernah menghalalkan cara. </span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIoELDx_HsuKAdhmCVCpusa6QrMwhLSlKkKPtR0ggOziDB6EquIyUhujY0ZnOZykunXcQ536KbwRBeVQV1yx4bwiPG4jVtXXFQd9hGEI0bOTiqZRxrR-QJEA4-8ILJgFwD45f_vtsp4H8MHdq8AWwoGh4hpYY4SR1OWX_-e1I_E1zdIbsFChrV8zDlblB2/s1024/d425fceb-db56-47f9-83da-b739e1ac0aab.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIoELDx_HsuKAdhmCVCpusa6QrMwhLSlKkKPtR0ggOziDB6EquIyUhujY0ZnOZykunXcQ536KbwRBeVQV1yx4bwiPG4jVtXXFQd9hGEI0bOTiqZRxrR-QJEA4-8ILJgFwD45f_vtsp4H8MHdq8AWwoGh4hpYY4SR1OWX_-e1I_E1zdIbsFChrV8zDlblB2/s320/d425fceb-db56-47f9-83da-b739e1ac0aab.jpeg" width="240" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Sakit yang dirasakan juga bagaikan pedang menghunus ke jantung, membunuh zahir dan batin. Meskipun hidup tetap terasa mati. Yang lebih menyakitkan adalah hidup tetap perlu diteruskan sementara menanti mati yang memang pasti. Begitulah diibaratkan peritnya sebuah pengkhianatan. Bukan sesuatu yang boleh dipandang enteng mahupun seketika cuma. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Ingatlah, jangan sampai orang menangis di tikar sejadah atas apa yang kita lakukan kerana apa jua doa ketika itu takkan ada hijabnya di sisi Allah swt. Kata hadis sahih (riwayat at-Thabrani):</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><style class="WebKit-mso-list-quirks-style">
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</style><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 150%; margin-left: 36.0pt; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; text-align: justify; text-indent: -18.0pt; text-justify: inter-ideograph;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: courier;">Sabda Rasulullah saw </span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">اِتَّقُوْا</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">دَعْوَةَ</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">الْمَظْلُوْمِ</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">فَإِنَّهَا</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">تُحْمَلُ</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">عَلىَ</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">الْغَمَامِ،</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">يَقُوْلُ</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">اللهُ</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">وَعِزَّتِى</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">وَجَلاَلِى</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">لَأَنْصُرَنَّكَ</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">وَلَوْ</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">بَعْدَ</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif;">حِيْنٍ</span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: medium; line-height: 24px; margin-left: 36pt; text-align: justify;"><span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: courier;">“Takutlah kalian pada doa orang yang dizalimi, kerana sesungguhnya ia akan dibawa ke atas awan, kemudian Allah berkata: Dengan kemuliaan-Ku dan kebesaran-Ku, Aku pasti akan menolongmu, sekalipun nanti.” </span></span><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><o:p></o:p></span></p><div style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; text-align: start;"><div id="ftn1"><p class="MsoFootnoteText"><br /></p></div></div></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;">Iman jualah penyelamat kita semua, yurobun…</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-family: courier;"><br /></span><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-34482989897895957572023-12-10T23:24:00.003+08:002023-12-10T23:24:50.452+08:00Hanging Tough<p style="text-align: center;">السلام عليكم</p><p style="text-align: center;">Yeah, it’s been a while… things have been tough, life has been rough.</p><p style="text-align: center;">But when the going gets tough, the tough get going. What doesn’t kill will make you stronger.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwOk8oCDOqiT8ngk3ztn0o-JRoMtuzyHYcf8ZJEmEcTauW1WL4PpvP2ih3WpyfsWr6YbibdZ1XeM_Cz0oBFWA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">The way I see it, at least it would make you slimmer.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">As 2023 almost ends, let’s hope for a better year ahead. Meanwhile, just embrace each day with gratitude and graciousness to the max. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sayang korang! </div><br /><p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-55102741239480677562023-05-04T12:20:00.007+08:002023-05-04T15:11:02.038+08:00Bokitta and Blurry Minds <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assalamu’alaikum. Hi there again, you guys! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVp070WWdpujst6rZdNsLDFU12P00FRCve6sqoN5ITp9mV07-V_mEhUDDZt2eblySjR3WvpXTmo7mDtCN-iRdDHcdyShcBTHr5lDzMdjovG2dTq17MKslnhCs2U7JzCYCGynJi6HLMuf6bTAe7rkZk_oNTYUoshyzxI2cS89KJ2i0ajBBVKKq6BRCpA/s1620/IMG_4288.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1620" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVp070WWdpujst6rZdNsLDFU12P00FRCve6sqoN5ITp9mV07-V_mEhUDDZt2eblySjR3WvpXTmo7mDtCN-iRdDHcdyShcBTHr5lDzMdjovG2dTq17MKslnhCs2U7JzCYCGynJi6HLMuf6bTAe7rkZk_oNTYUoshyzxI2cS89KJ2i0ajBBVKKq6BRCpA/s320/IMG_4288.jpeg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It’s been more than 3 years since I last visited any Bokitta outlets, mostly due to covid-19, I would say. Loads of existing new ones prior to the pandemic that I haven’t really worn, I mean where to go? Not that I picked a Bokitta to cover my hair each time I cooked, if you know what I mean. And last time I checked, there are more than 8 plain Bokitta hijabs I have in store, out of which only a few ones I took out to play. The rest I even queried myself, when did I buy that? (Which makes me wonder) if the virus had actually bitten my memories as well, apart from the lungs? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUAJoa_onWStWo-b2DRb6aRreMoayATFDZ_pG4gB-zwhr9fPH4A-3pkQAABJ08bQt8YD2zQfgH4aTRb8zGKfDVvTehbdz6fWDc92P1vDTlFqWbkpAFWDlCMNGzunop8tl13ljHh-m7S3kU6Hp_eohPkgRB9P3DBaDh3xiPlJxw55euA02R4RlVUNolaA/s1868/IMG_4290.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1868" data-original-width="1109" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUAJoa_onWStWo-b2DRb6aRreMoayATFDZ_pG4gB-zwhr9fPH4A-3pkQAABJ08bQt8YD2zQfgH4aTRb8zGKfDVvTehbdz6fWDc92P1vDTlFqWbkpAFWDlCMNGzunop8tl13ljHh-m7S3kU6Hp_eohPkgRB9P3DBaDh3xiPlJxw55euA02R4RlVUNolaA/s320/IMG_4290.jpeg" width="190" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyhow, two days before departing to my in-laws for eid holiday, I went to KL East Mall for a designated (single) purpose. The mission was duly accomplished but I found myself thinking of my late mom so bad that I had to wipe the tears off with cold water in the toilet, generously splashed over my face. By then zuhur’s notification had already appeared on the phone’s screen, just in time to hit the musolla nearby. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzybjVxJ3fDncV9Jl8wRDAP1HFWiqaCVSJHqVe8jUAb9CZVypS1ZkB-Zh6vMuJv2Sel_3a_8qMTh8j_PO-9Sw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So I thought to myself, mom wouldn’t want me to be dead while I’m still alive and that she wouldn’t want me to succumb to the pain of losing her way too much that I would lose it altogether. With an empty head and heavy heart I walked aimlessly to the front and saw other girls carrying lots of shopping bags. I used to be one of them, buying things for mom despite her “objections” and whatnot. Fresh tears rolled down my cheek mercilessly that I had to stop walking, as if that would stop the pain at all. I gathered myself together and checked in the Bokitta outlet, staring blankly at the various plain pieces that I already had purchased throughout the years. I picked a few sweet printed Chic Maxi pieces to try on and bagged one home, together with 2 discounted instant shawls I never had before. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Well, I might want to get a few more next visits. This time it would be a pre-meditated walk-in with clear heads and light heart, I hope.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That’s all for today, have a nice Wesak holiday ahead. Assalamu’alaikum.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-40691928474664631672023-05-03T01:46:00.005+08:002023-05-03T01:46:59.145+08:00Abaya for Eid<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRaWLhFTDZ77tKHcnKnaXoi9OgSxBtOtiJHchCqepaSNn2cmNcLVUXJXb6zt7aNm_j0roUeTywKF_KQ8Km5oTvsVoj2GvJmO4wYPm8CiH55i_OiwBeWjR3kFU5t2BT3qf-2zUuJV4KPQqaOHmUnWVeQQD2EmQ0yJSlW_F8uJ9DMZJO4QZ66BnvuXa56Q/s1755/IMG_4283.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1755" data-original-width="969" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRaWLhFTDZ77tKHcnKnaXoi9OgSxBtOtiJHchCqepaSNn2cmNcLVUXJXb6zt7aNm_j0roUeTywKF_KQ8Km5oTvsVoj2GvJmO4wYPm8CiH55i_OiwBeWjR3kFU5t2BT3qf-2zUuJV4KPQqaOHmUnWVeQQD2EmQ0yJSlW_F8uJ9DMZJO4QZ66BnvuXa56Q/s320/IMG_4283.jpeg" width="177" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assalamu’alaikum. It’s been a while since I opted for abayas during eid. There are plenty of choices this year with various range of prices, it’s up to us which one to grab, as long as we know our own capabilities financially, that is. Never fall into marketing tricks of having exactly what others do, let’s be realistic and practical. Ask ourselves whether or not we’re going to wear it (or them) for real after eid celebration. And please be okay not to get new outfits for open houses, we can always wear anything decent from our existing ones in the wardrobe. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There’s a vendor I would recommend at Shopee, called EJ Style where you could get fancy abayas with affordable price. I mean, not everyone can afford abayas from Burj Abaya, Tamara and the likes. Even if you do, it’s not wrong to degrade a little for something way less expensive, now is it? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">In the end, it’s how we wear it, dear! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxoWZ-Kd7PRaL492zq9vixYC7VsbCBmBpG0J0KcqlEqzJsm3Q2M-FiZyjDUGRMb5wGgV2vPwjV8iSOnTIKOHA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je.</div><p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-28129061804873744032023-05-02T01:36:00.001+08:002023-05-02T01:36:15.551+08:00Yatim Piatu<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6al-P5wQypcxzbvmTtKkITI0D2jF-SRtVhMm4agXQMQ_lFIiAkzdyVM5wxRTHzNplAw_3L2OfCqLVUqoWpib8-wAJp3yrwb0aTGAY-kGxChV7QR8Pjoshycx0vHGcxXUrVLsL4CufUHnTYAitLDAfNY0llKUd9zbrZqW-dIRUF_SX5iMhIykeP15azA/s1920/1F20BAD4-D206-4BF6-A9E8-E05F1605FD8A.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1920" data-original-width="1080" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6al-P5wQypcxzbvmTtKkITI0D2jF-SRtVhMm4agXQMQ_lFIiAkzdyVM5wxRTHzNplAw_3L2OfCqLVUqoWpib8-wAJp3yrwb0aTGAY-kGxChV7QR8Pjoshycx0vHGcxXUrVLsL4CufUHnTYAitLDAfNY0llKUd9zbrZqW-dIRUF_SX5iMhIykeP15azA/s320/1F20BAD4-D206-4BF6-A9E8-E05F1605FD8A.png" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assalamu’alaikum. So I lost my mom, my best friend since birth on 1st April 2023, 10th Ramadan 1444H and have been in an auto pilot mode ever since. I have yet to properly mourn and grieve, given hectic responsibilities throughout Ramadan as a wife, mother and employer. Yep, in a strict line of priorities, if I may add. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I’m far from okay, sometimes I would randomly sob especially when reading surah al mulk at night, or while packing for eid vacation. A day before Eid I couldn’t bear it any longer that I cried silently each time I was alone in my room, in between odd hours of cooking for iftar. I slept around 11.30pm, set the alarm for 5am to cook nasi hujan panas all by myself, didn’t want to interrupt bibik who had only slept at 3am preparing the main dish. By the time she woke up for fajr prayer, I was already into 2nd round of nasi hujan panas. Yep, that’s how it’s been all this years: 5kg basmati rice duly cooked 4 or 5 rounds on the 1st Syawal. I couldn’t bring myself to cook nasi minyak Terengganu or biryani, because both were my mom’s favourites. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzjw1ubLXsAerND_S-fYuuN1jYve-wbHR7tIA8Q79_7RsgiN-0dWeWnHwAUotMP211C4qrAGGed91ZUoLlSNLPNWor3zKAqNJsZP3QCNMLybKDh70GYT3UeMFECMSYrPA1_KdYq-ybYHDVgXrs6CSmPsJG3Z6HXVGSrmb5qO1nW_BtD1RoBxMc1w0KYg/s1024/8e874457-7c22-4bdf-b17a-3c10b6a76682.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="768" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzjw1ubLXsAerND_S-fYuuN1jYve-wbHR7tIA8Q79_7RsgiN-0dWeWnHwAUotMP211C4qrAGGed91ZUoLlSNLPNWor3zKAqNJsZP3QCNMLybKDh70GYT3UeMFECMSYrPA1_KdYq-ybYHDVgXrs6CSmPsJG3Z6HXVGSrmb5qO1nW_BtD1RoBxMc1w0KYg/s320/8e874457-7c22-4bdf-b17a-3c10b6a76682.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I have yet to visit her grave since Syawal stepped in, mostly because I’ve been fasting and would complete 6 days tomorrow, after which I might find the strength to drive there. Now that mom has reunited with dad, I somehow am relieved, despite being tremendously crushed. I guess it’s time for me to learn to share every single silly things with someone else, not that I have any candidate at all. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So this is how it feels to be a yatim piatu! </div><br /><p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-66558722037944394072023-03-22T00:04:00.006+08:002023-03-22T00:16:27.578+08:00That Shin-chan Brows of Mine<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokRzOYwqoEzVS26WoozJRhntWRRsyQ6eMo2-AX0fJJLUN3FIbfxPBt0iFjbYsNd3uR2oyQ9C7CG9TdO3rOItIg2SRAh0N-hOH6-18h0R8kcn4R25QTlPM9o-BW1IoiYaaPeueXIaXuP7N32SVOD6NjR1OlSbaJPt3vkP_LTY5BD-m8IuxfWyFqCDDeQ/s2448/B3DBB090-BD19-4FC6-9E79-B07376A2EAA7.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="1836" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgokRzOYwqoEzVS26WoozJRhntWRRsyQ6eMo2-AX0fJJLUN3FIbfxPBt0iFjbYsNd3uR2oyQ9C7CG9TdO3rOItIg2SRAh0N-hOH6-18h0R8kcn4R25QTlPM9o-BW1IoiYaaPeueXIaXuP7N32SVOD6NjR1OlSbaJPt3vkP_LTY5BD-m8IuxfWyFqCDDeQ/s320/B3DBB090-BD19-4FC6-9E79-B07376A2EAA7.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Never even attempted to trim my brows, I guess I’ve come to accept whatever factory setting in store for me. Bushy or cramped as they are, I have long since made peace with the Shin-chan brows of mine. It’s in the family anyways, so what’s new?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhppKNd8hS_H36s-oDgWS2FGfbupsJrB9ZgPoE9Ur3sL_dogfTKIO0Ls2jUB-DoOQlR_okdqiIYMcV7XZJpWZmqpH6y7VXve6pf0Jhe7_WW-fDHQ0zjCwcfYyHHMfJO7_SLpmFfGEV1HcJaVXGbtDMn_4nDlRrAIitB0CSCSF5cT5wcVgjpeDF1njBUdw/s2448/6B000084-05BA-4EC5-B562-D5278136C04F.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="1836" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhppKNd8hS_H36s-oDgWS2FGfbupsJrB9ZgPoE9Ur3sL_dogfTKIO0Ls2jUB-DoOQlR_okdqiIYMcV7XZJpWZmqpH6y7VXve6pf0Jhe7_WW-fDHQ0zjCwcfYyHHMfJO7_SLpmFfGEV1HcJaVXGbtDMn_4nDlRrAIitB0CSCSF5cT5wcVgjpeDF1njBUdw/s320/6B000084-05BA-4EC5-B562-D5278136C04F.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Sometime I whispered wickedly to those who suggested some adjustment: let them be, I feel “Just like the Greeks!” LOL.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Hey you, thanks a bunch for stopping by.. sorry I’ve been somewhat missing-in-action lately. Hope you guys are doing great and please be healthy as Ramadhan is just around the corner. I’ll see in the next one, Assalamu’alaikum.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je.</div><p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-70423042058527987852023-02-20T01:02:00.001+08:002023-02-20T01:02:12.171+08:00That Staple Black Suit<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRHDTq471npF-PkZWWlyb73OemEzQh1ceoGXuBB3sepJRxZwaz36SeUeWUbdtYnXkvQOGYxmp4-tpYHyOTTGUNF2dTO_RKj9WAbYPRFNnLOUGG9tTKQQoDoGuIVsWy_QeVnwAOcyRUHIaBDzIBaosS6-SsyUv4K-RMxdILzG8-87ERg5YtRqSnObcLnw/s1844/158D0E8F-D06A-4762-AEC1-7554098C4A98.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1844" data-original-width="1170" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRHDTq471npF-PkZWWlyb73OemEzQh1ceoGXuBB3sepJRxZwaz36SeUeWUbdtYnXkvQOGYxmp4-tpYHyOTTGUNF2dTO_RKj9WAbYPRFNnLOUGG9tTKQQoDoGuIVsWy_QeVnwAOcyRUHIaBDzIBaosS6-SsyUv4K-RMxdILzG8-87ERg5YtRqSnObcLnw/s320/158D0E8F-D06A-4762-AEC1-7554098C4A98.jpeg" width="203" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assalamu’alaikum. This is a must have combination, regardless of what your profession is: a black ensemble. Period. If you want to keep it modest or hijabi friendly and don’t want to wear overcoat-like blazer, you might as well opt for long blouse. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It’s still arguable if you could pass this look at syariah courts, for the rules explicitly imply none other than “kain” (which kicks any pants out of the dress code). I’ve seen female lawyers dress up and down in modest sharwa khameez kind of baggy blouse and pants. I myself have been donning the same every now and then, especially when I have high court matters in which huge black robe would camouflage the pants. At least that’s how I view things personally. I would feel somewhat safe to be pretty rebellious that way, provided that the pants maintain to be prim and proper, not tight at all. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">There are plenty of decent looking black pants in the market, but if you’re looking for something very comfortable yet not too expensive, please check at Parkson. I bought this one at Ipoh Parade’s Parkson last December, Ho! Ho! Ho! Xmas sale was awesome! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I intended to visit Parkson in KLCC or Pavilions after that, but the Universe seemed not to conspire in my favor just yet. Let’s see how it goes, who knows lady luck would support me and interfere one way or another?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Until then, take a very good care of yourselves. I’ll see in the next one. Assalamu’alaikum.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je.</div><p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-76448959557948336002023-02-15T01:14:00.003+08:002023-02-15T01:14:53.114+08:00To Indulge or Not <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT53phuFBMJEBCit3w3hJE-IOTaoLOVRqiDzEw_zUomu9DGg6jsuQgC8d_-_6q0fhiLWgFFHCrKCCeUjqaxuyPWrEjdpGyYLRe8HXxnmBy_R00edyGpdoWevTG461vgpWWpnN2c8eCMdYyqTutVmXiZeVLuYpFj6XaEOhGA2tJM5qcE4KqB7AeljloDQ/s4032/22A99349-C6AF-41C5-97B5-D3BCFEC8CDB3.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT53phuFBMJEBCit3w3hJE-IOTaoLOVRqiDzEw_zUomu9DGg6jsuQgC8d_-_6q0fhiLWgFFHCrKCCeUjqaxuyPWrEjdpGyYLRe8HXxnmBy_R00edyGpdoWevTG461vgpWWpnN2c8eCMdYyqTutVmXiZeVLuYpFj6XaEOhGA2tJM5qcE4KqB7AeljloDQ/s320/22A99349-C6AF-41C5-97B5-D3BCFEC8CDB3.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assalamu’alaikum. CNY holiday was a good time to indulge in premium cinema experience with our loved ones. At least that’s how I looked at it, since we didn’t leave the Klang Valley at all throughout the extra time off, mainly because Junior chose to stay home against travelling some place outside his own territory. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcflDdrGLx3uC3ChPpNKiz9rqMxUVQC1sdsEb2DvFiun7FjvUrvHXBUNcJOGWNWVlwDtZ2mp4jX3Z97V4jyApCX5nDgaPI1gXY-oEJuWC3lTX31fY_FDT_BB6bpFdhrwO7CZ9o8ceGxHBmFC34CAog05DHHHWiL3r5BGmpxnqPrEeHuTy6AurbutwnA/s3913/A2009868-CEED-4B16-9521-321F1554FBC9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2935" data-original-width="3913" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgcflDdrGLx3uC3ChPpNKiz9rqMxUVQC1sdsEb2DvFiun7FjvUrvHXBUNcJOGWNWVlwDtZ2mp4jX3Z97V4jyApCX5nDgaPI1gXY-oEJuWC3lTX31fY_FDT_BB6bpFdhrwO7CZ9o8ceGxHBmFC34CAog05DHHHWiL3r5BGmpxnqPrEeHuTy6AurbutwnA/s320/A2009868-CEED-4B16-9521-321F1554FBC9.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We ended up watching Avatar at Melawati Mall and checked in the Indulge at One Utama’s TGV for The Plane. Should have elected the other way around actually, but I didn’t have much choice due to unavoidable circumstances. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">So was it worth the big fat fares? Well, I prefer the old Golden Class Cinema at Bukit Bintang Pavilions especially the menus it offered, not to mention the extra length of hospitality from the designated staffs. Maybe people nowadays are less attentive or I’m too old for some shrugs and indifference. Maybe both?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Would I repeat the experience? Nope, but I’d love to try some other premium alternatives available here and there. So that I could easily compare and find the Dragon Ball of the cinemas in Klang Valley. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Until then, take care and see you in the next one! Assalamu’alaikum.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /> <p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-6716972889240142132023-02-14T00:08:00.003+08:002023-02-14T00:08:52.741+08:00Show Me Your Love<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3btoqmascdD7_8sjF82xBWhS5WMbkRtmD-yHB561Fg2YqvYtx5HpMDlBmU7qEdJG8IQF7poFHxFGBehDtVMz4GL3X6IzNgOpaQ6T3JNooLIgF84d1qjASwp8-r-guFzc3nW1UkdJPiW6cIwXEaCEjQD3wP4fnF2hMajbKKtTB41MA49qw10uRf2JrQ/s2255/B6642F2D-2FA1-4439-B3DB-8416319BC3EA.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2255" data-original-width="1623" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF3btoqmascdD7_8sjF82xBWhS5WMbkRtmD-yHB561Fg2YqvYtx5HpMDlBmU7qEdJG8IQF7poFHxFGBehDtVMz4GL3X6IzNgOpaQ6T3JNooLIgF84d1qjASwp8-r-guFzc3nW1UkdJPiW6cIwXEaCEjQD3wP4fnF2hMajbKKtTB41MA49qw10uRf2JrQ/s320/B6642F2D-2FA1-4439-B3DB-8416319BC3EA.jpeg" width="230" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assalamu’alaikum. Earlier tonight, I received a whatsapp message from Delay No More Crab wishing me Valentine’s Day. It’s the first ever Valentine’s wish that has come my way in a very, very, very long time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53thKSrzFufzXOBd7ARHI72yaizuE3lQ2urtSzVt40XXrIkoewg2usOeeR3oyrb8oQ_JmnoEbmNFw-zZQjy_TnfEVXb86MGIvcmMnzBXg2gN7tBovumjgqgHmbvKl4h5EHNu7c5yB46E8ykcqsv0YocOXKhtBgTnZW11iOaZOR3CgcK-DN3ldncbsqQ/s2532/4494821C-8187-4144-B14F-E37463C3547E.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2532" data-original-width="1170" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg53thKSrzFufzXOBd7ARHI72yaizuE3lQ2urtSzVt40XXrIkoewg2usOeeR3oyrb8oQ_JmnoEbmNFw-zZQjy_TnfEVXb86MGIvcmMnzBXg2gN7tBovumjgqgHmbvKl4h5EHNu7c5yB46E8ykcqsv0YocOXKhtBgTnZW11iOaZOR3CgcK-DN3ldncbsqQ/s320/4494821C-8187-4144-B14F-E37463C3547E.png" width="148" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Yep, it was actually a promotion from a business account, hahah sorry not sorry! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">My son has been consistently against Valentine’s Day celebration since in primary school, being nenek’s spokesperson as a haram police. I used to join the party as a teenager, which was limited to exchanging special presents on the 14th February, unaware of any historical or religious reason behind it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Let’s make a point to celebrate our loved ones on daily basis instead of just once a year, how about that? We can’t promise tomorrow, anyways, so why defer something as precious as expressing your love? Saying I love you takes more than one forms, try show how much you love them sometimes. Actions do speak louder, you know. Give it a shot! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Until then, see you in the next one. Assalamu’alaikum.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je. </div> <p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-85524231350393299562023-02-12T02:02:00.002+08:002023-02-12T02:07:17.800+08:00Umrah : Abaya Edition<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assalamu’alaikum. Some of us prefer to wear abayas throughout umrah, can’t blame them at all, really. The least we could say is that, it would be much easier to move around and about, while layering with the comfiest undergarments possible. And who said abayas must strictly be black, not other colours? Forget about travel or packing light ladies, this is umrah we’re talking about, not some backpacking travels around Europe or something. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7OXD9stw_0_6BKKNDNz30cZOh1ShyldljkJIITq35pXKZ1Syd8XwXloY33nMcbJ-wC8q2azw8I8U8xfd7EeU-1r3-R11YaBX9JYNvUuNWOfKDxEXHig9BAj33PB0RKxR1rd9hvmed61QEwlGWslyR-mDy-ZFwJ5CWE1ZEmgpYbbWsokiCcHQJFicZQg/s1629/1C9F9899-E682-4226-88D2-CD724FEFFBB6.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1629" data-original-width="1303" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7OXD9stw_0_6BKKNDNz30cZOh1ShyldljkJIITq35pXKZ1Syd8XwXloY33nMcbJ-wC8q2azw8I8U8xfd7EeU-1r3-R11YaBX9JYNvUuNWOfKDxEXHig9BAj33PB0RKxR1rd9hvmed61QEwlGWslyR-mDy-ZFwJ5CWE1ZEmgpYbbWsokiCcHQJFicZQg/s320/1C9F9899-E682-4226-88D2-CD724FEFFBB6.jpeg" width="256" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Because we’re going to wear tons of layers top to bottom, left right centre to cover our aurah, especially those who belong to mazhab Shafi’e like most South East Asians are. That would make us sweat a lot, unless we don’t make any move at all and stay put in the masjid 24/7, which is unlikely. Yes you can pack as little as possible, provided that you’re going to shop there for new abayas or alternatively investing in professional laundry service every other day. If the answer is in the negative, then be prepared to equip yourself with one piece of abaya for 2 days’ usage at the very least, so let’s safely say 5 pieces for 12 days? Then you’ll have ample time to hand wash and let it dry in between. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs7f60AMEv_dNFR_u9ZJfXhi6AT8YAb5TIZw5VcRnsG-0wzM-6RBJevRZ879QxE5PfAbtPphDwOe9zGcxpm9EK67fWhCnzWjEFY2tnSXOM0CKD3zN8H4vReyfbFGxZx3I0yj8hbJBIFCQI82ggU8QBKmY9DjVMcUhKewwm9LX4DWNWe5kDZyBvp2xs4w/s2048/45CB5A05-79F5-4C01-84E1-1E8F51A56B64.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjs7f60AMEv_dNFR_u9ZJfXhi6AT8YAb5TIZw5VcRnsG-0wzM-6RBJevRZ879QxE5PfAbtPphDwOe9zGcxpm9EK67fWhCnzWjEFY2tnSXOM0CKD3zN8H4vReyfbFGxZx3I0yj8hbJBIFCQI82ggU8QBKmY9DjVMcUhKewwm9LX4DWNWe5kDZyBvp2xs4w/s320/45CB5A05-79F5-4C01-84E1-1E8F51A56B64.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">If your country’s currency exchange is favourable and you have extra budget to spend, Haramain are the best place to accumulate some beautiful abayas. But if you’re in a much lesser budget, it would be better to bring sufficient ones from home and just get 2 or 3 new ones for the memory, you know. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68vzYBZzqk7gJ071PdO-Db_3Q1vzVvUlQ6oApTyFejIJsxmTaZWb4EckT3NjxkzuI5D_B1OMo11Bpj4WO895dJgYhUBgLl8ZLLlfKQX3uirRwk_o84zfOl5Gi1cWy1180aNi0MGmtmVEV_JJuhyyvJ1xZhYcPYEoS0qvvT_SdTB0LGlCNPiy51aXA9g/s3702/609B179C-B9EC-412D-AF5E-3BC82DC70EEE.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3702" data-original-width="2776" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi68vzYBZzqk7gJ071PdO-Db_3Q1vzVvUlQ6oApTyFejIJsxmTaZWb4EckT3NjxkzuI5D_B1OMo11Bpj4WO895dJgYhUBgLl8ZLLlfKQX3uirRwk_o84zfOl5Gi1cWy1180aNi0MGmtmVEV_JJuhyyvJ1xZhYcPYEoS0qvvT_SdTB0LGlCNPiy51aXA9g/s320/609B179C-B9EC-412D-AF5E-3BC82DC70EEE.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I bought mostly for others this time around, sharing the happiness with the loved ones and took home 3 new ones for myself. And of course, I didn’t pack light at all, mind you! I brought along 1 hand luggage and 2 checked-in bags, which in the end were used to pack all things belonged to my father-in-law and husband (from kurma, souvenirs, kurtas, abayas, you name it). I knew already what it would be like travelling to Haramain with male acquaintances, to say the least. They always think that they’re not going to buy anything and forever insisting to travel light. But oh well, I knew better not to fall into such a mouse trap AGAIN this time. And yep, I was damn right! </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYxBIiMkJzgaM7_2OVdbwCeuI03-2PJjzdaIUs3eI4KsyAAMMJZbPThMgFa3l9Zku8Cc_FHqa6V0LNU01RsoFvFFyKWVVlF3KWxtJ-5J0zUcwQXoZWieyEusp6vIgX95YvX78v4WnYl3iLThLXQbFI6eAhVo8wIewwJeCEffTX5yhyuKwRg5TKpk2K3Q/s1280/9084D9AD-6BEA-4C9F-9962-21DE7F5A2252.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYxBIiMkJzgaM7_2OVdbwCeuI03-2PJjzdaIUs3eI4KsyAAMMJZbPThMgFa3l9Zku8Cc_FHqa6V0LNU01RsoFvFFyKWVVlF3KWxtJ-5J0zUcwQXoZWieyEusp6vIgX95YvX78v4WnYl3iLThLXQbFI6eAhVo8wIewwJeCEffTX5yhyuKwRg5TKpk2K3Q/s320/9084D9AD-6BEA-4C9F-9962-21DE7F5A2252.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This girl played it cool all the way, not flinching a second or two when I was told not to bring 3 bags. No point to get annoyed or even bothered to explain, just play dumb maybe a bit, if not slight arrogance, all for good reasons. And in the end, I could smile brightly and said, “that’s what all those 3 bags meant in the first place!”. The world just made sense again, by itself.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="text-align: left;"><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqvSbTETxTApT4OoTvmjpiWQoD3urDi9xdAcEXFT3si0m1-tY8GWAoCLFuu6fHVV6pqeXWy2aeQpjz4XgVPUmFhegJKuayn8M9SGu19S6qxhjumZg6jBkGHtK1GroPQc2kJMdtr6Dgsr-slYvDo0najXyluhlMQCykrDakOaWthrEzg40MJPbCbsWxQ/s1278/471A87E9-27C8-4DFF-9253-FBFD51E3F807.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1278" data-original-width="628" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmqvSbTETxTApT4OoTvmjpiWQoD3urDi9xdAcEXFT3si0m1-tY8GWAoCLFuu6fHVV6pqeXWy2aeQpjz4XgVPUmFhegJKuayn8M9SGu19S6qxhjumZg6jBkGHtK1GroPQc2kJMdtr6Dgsr-slYvDo0najXyluhlMQCykrDakOaWthrEzg40MJPbCbsWxQ/s320/471A87E9-27C8-4DFF-9253-FBFD51E3F807.jpeg" width="157" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That’s why you should marry a wise lady! 😂 </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlCR543jKx6bQz2AoHy0ogv5UGMFx-fqkOpX8lGraIpFbUlVlyo9VriSP1b9phSYx6YDSd5xGks8K_QRlPDO5WZ8QwKbcJ1yjny-7ArmIz9DLNN2Ex-a8g7gGTOcOAd3ejK2gYgclRmJUhU8d0hNkJ5LCN7jX5VxeuyVv4tM8FoqyG-bddjBZ_DVPWGw/s1466/DC0C47F6-7B23-4ADC-BDD8-FA584148B32B.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1466" data-original-width="861" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlCR543jKx6bQz2AoHy0ogv5UGMFx-fqkOpX8lGraIpFbUlVlyo9VriSP1b9phSYx6YDSd5xGks8K_QRlPDO5WZ8QwKbcJ1yjny-7ArmIz9DLNN2Ex-a8g7gGTOcOAd3ejK2gYgclRmJUhU8d0hNkJ5LCN7jX5VxeuyVv4tM8FoqyG-bddjBZ_DVPWGw/s320/DC0C47F6-7B23-4ADC-BDD8-FA584148B32B.jpeg" width="188" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wise enough not to jump or yell just to get her way, or points across. That’s not cool at all, okay? So keep it calm, real and less drama. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Until the next one, Assalamu’alaikum.</div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></span></div><p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-67927175384053983802023-02-08T11:04:00.002+08:002023-02-08T11:04:21.039+08:00Within Our Own Consciousness<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7hqx5ICZEXQ1OElG436zlUbBN5vpYIJ2NWOPCj43iAjInq7uXFKjuKkq5reu0-5JwZum4MnjavqTiYKs7lkW6DKnyNwGeboeIuEIsOmhxxb8-XjR-s4ukw-W7HxALS1T01ReW3KNLXOCNlZ0q0RyqK-2xe_si1csUaogVxHTzue-AiJIIGQy6tbtOcw/s2448/BF403D6E-F0A3-4A5B-B949-7E42FC84EE8B.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="1958" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7hqx5ICZEXQ1OElG436zlUbBN5vpYIJ2NWOPCj43iAjInq7uXFKjuKkq5reu0-5JwZum4MnjavqTiYKs7lkW6DKnyNwGeboeIuEIsOmhxxb8-XjR-s4ukw-W7HxALS1T01ReW3KNLXOCNlZ0q0RyqK-2xe_si1csUaogVxHTzue-AiJIIGQy6tbtOcw/s320/BF403D6E-F0A3-4A5B-B949-7E42FC84EE8B.jpeg" width="256" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assalamu’alaikum. There’s nobody in this world who knows you better than yourself, never ever forget that. So much so that when you heard people say anything about you, the reactions would be:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">1- If it’s true, it’s okay because it is; or</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">2- Even if it’s not true, it’s also okay because it isn’t.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Reason being, you know the truth anyways. No point to get annoyed, triggered or alarmed and give any credit unnecessarily to toxic people out there. The fact that they reserved their precious time to gossip about others shows how insignificant their own lives must have been. You on the other hand, dearest friends, are better off without them! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Let’s just save our sanity and energy for something bigger, like taking over the world, how about that? Meanwhile, see you in the next one, Assalamu’alaikum. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je.</div><p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-42363330939937995362023-02-07T08:19:00.006+08:002023-02-08T07:52:08.953+08:00Self Enlightenment <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assalamu’alaikum. When we promised to become someone’s sunshine, never forget that it comes in one heck of a package. Because you see, sun won’t shine all day and what about the night light then? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy7HkCsO2GYVv98nR6CkB2IqR7knu-F4Tml20frfZJy_OOojU1Vvw3rn1tJWU4aSG3pzrK5-4ugwsy22NhXcpjiYfLDfwAW4TL9-42MC6ZCbANWIXX-If7zb2afOvbBygCK5zsULeekTJr7LmdMTpNGCHVsrbqucZlRl6hqVvn4awFkpf6E_44zcBTfQ/s2080/32C4F870-FF19-4815-9829-32B3DDC52922.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2080" data-original-width="1170" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy7HkCsO2GYVv98nR6CkB2IqR7knu-F4Tml20frfZJy_OOojU1Vvw3rn1tJWU4aSG3pzrK5-4ugwsy22NhXcpjiYfLDfwAW4TL9-42MC6ZCbANWIXX-If7zb2afOvbBygCK5zsULeekTJr7LmdMTpNGCHVsrbqucZlRl6hqVvn4awFkpf6E_44zcBTfQ/s320/32C4F870-FF19-4815-9829-32B3DDC52922.jpeg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Does it mean that we have to sacrifice ourselves to a point we should fade to black? Absolutely nope, dear friends, we owe ourselves much more than that! Be the light ourselves then, day and night. The light that leads ourselves to the right paths. The light that won’t crumble us to pieces unnecessarily. And most importantly, the light that saves ourselves from total eclipse of the hearts. Why suffer when we can be happy? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwTVBIsR9p6jEQ9EGFkmT4Yvx8xhiDqwWywNtAtSn9ef3qBuYPQ6nxYJ6qiJ_p_itNfrn2GKxP9N8-_Qd4kMV1Qss1pqSl4M5-UPwr1_87ahP8dLeuf0dtuoRFeuUUaOQo9le7d2DvKhIr0r_KpZtFr_oULScG54ZkHK4xsCWWlhhoaCmrh3Hl0vvVlQ/s2448/2694F858-946F-402F-A9F9-E295A39A5C19.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="1956" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwTVBIsR9p6jEQ9EGFkmT4Yvx8xhiDqwWywNtAtSn9ef3qBuYPQ6nxYJ6qiJ_p_itNfrn2GKxP9N8-_Qd4kMV1Qss1pqSl4M5-UPwr1_87ahP8dLeuf0dtuoRFeuUUaOQo9le7d2DvKhIr0r_KpZtFr_oULScG54ZkHK4xsCWWlhhoaCmrh3Hl0vvVlQ/s320/2694F858-946F-402F-A9F9-E295A39A5C19.jpeg" width="256" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Never crush ourselves just to enlighten our loved ones when we in fact could write some plot twists here and there. Live life to the fullest means that we must live first, the rest comes second in rank. I mean, how can we talk about doing anything at all if we die before even taking a further step? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Let’s embrace life like a game sometimes, where we could hit the reboot and restart buttons. There will be some levels that require extra patience and perseverance, to a point that we might feel like giving up altogether. Pause for a while, never too long, log out and find something else to do before signing in and there, you’ll be back in the game! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Relax. Reflect. Restart. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">See you in the next one, Assalamu’alaikum.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je.</div><p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-8644058784278403062023-02-05T23:21:00.005+08:002023-02-06T03:07:15.952+08:00I’ve Gotta Move Like Jagger<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assalamu’alaikum. Another long weekend with Monday a public holiday and again I didn’t even leave the Federal Territory. This time I really took my sweetest time to sit back, relax, sleep and repeat. But not for long, because I felt like throwing up all of the sudden after zuhur to repeat the hibernation zone. So I got my ass up and finish a few outstanding cause papers for inheritance related file, right from a Faraid application with its supporting affidavit and a few other matters. I guess I’m lousy at doing absolutely nothing, might as well bury my face playing games or anything at all, which makes my brain move like Jagger. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfe0KJ8pG0BF4Y3SlXcNkhDJSe7UkdbfQS5XdcxkRxVGzb89ypHdGDzXJyvKiJD1hQyfA0AB8lwonsT-REmQJmK0CjXooTUMhQehZS9WmmQdLELpq_OvNkInveg-pooB3jkqBlFSXXrQeClFNR4FtAq3PDIBiPs8HRpCKjlOvsrI5LqsVU_Bf3BntT2A/s3088/1EB747AB-A867-4F83-808D-02023E0E321B.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfe0KJ8pG0BF4Y3SlXcNkhDJSe7UkdbfQS5XdcxkRxVGzb89ypHdGDzXJyvKiJD1hQyfA0AB8lwonsT-REmQJmK0CjXooTUMhQehZS9WmmQdLELpq_OvNkInveg-pooB3jkqBlFSXXrQeClFNR4FtAq3PDIBiPs8HRpCKjlOvsrI5LqsVU_Bf3BntT2A/s320/1EB747AB-A867-4F83-808D-02023E0E321B.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyways, Friday was too hectic recently, when my first proper meal of the day turned out to be at 6pm, no joke! That’s also because I happened to have a glimpse of a Starbucks right before my eyes, like “hey, belum makan la!”. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIHaC3f4mI3xWY4SXf2j8DypwK4oXBCjJBIr60lo-NPIi1y9Nm_zswncAnw6xVcYkab2rkAOt_nncbZlMM-GCZH1nRkpTyfftkeQOW4GtnvGWbm8_e0KOkLeRnLB8eR474GFE9NMakRnE-4X8NVEpJ2B9Ju_baTi9RTylrCLd69teGNaQXUn8MQIkndg/s2448/90DFA690-BD6E-467A-BBF9-45428705B939.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="1836" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIHaC3f4mI3xWY4SXf2j8DypwK4oXBCjJBIr60lo-NPIi1y9Nm_zswncAnw6xVcYkab2rkAOt_nncbZlMM-GCZH1nRkpTyfftkeQOW4GtnvGWbm8_e0KOkLeRnLB8eR474GFE9NMakRnE-4X8NVEpJ2B9Ju_baTi9RTylrCLd69teGNaQXUn8MQIkndg/s320/90DFA690-BD6E-467A-BBF9-45428705B939.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This girl is crazy and has become crazier as she’s approaching 5 series. Well, we should be working as if we were going to live forever and performing ibadah as if we were going to die tomorrow, right? It’s not that I’ve become insane to forget eating altogether, my morning began with some protein shake that kept me full until lunch, so don’t jump into conclusions, okay? </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDGcwuXepHvAmIpe3AwtrAwtX2ZJeVxg9w5g9wnc0LJACtEW140PlyGE6qDxn67f3s4ISkGVmVCHTDVEgZ-yWkbObdTmkFMopmzRZ_i5vEtkhCw89ecw3JmKJGXZUpar9nVJmBF9gwFBPoylMYRNDJeWazqKGErDuGiR3jKpZgJcmb8KVcBV8QCfucQ/s4032/AC4A8241-4B6C-4652-8341-524C0AA9810A.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlDGcwuXepHvAmIpe3AwtrAwtX2ZJeVxg9w5g9wnc0LJACtEW140PlyGE6qDxn67f3s4ISkGVmVCHTDVEgZ-yWkbObdTmkFMopmzRZ_i5vEtkhCw89ecw3JmKJGXZUpar9nVJmBF9gwFBPoylMYRNDJeWazqKGErDuGiR3jKpZgJcmb8KVcBV8QCfucQ/s320/AC4A8241-4B6C-4652-8341-524C0AA9810A.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">That’s just me taking photo to avoid running miserably not knowing where the heck that I parked. Better safe than sorry, right?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Okay guys, it’s only 11pm and the night is still too young. Hope you’re having fun and thanks for reading. See you in the next one, Assalamu’alaikum.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je.</div><br /> <p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-79583685491352302352023-02-04T03:35:00.001+08:002023-02-04T03:45:11.716+08:00Workshop @ GPO<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assalamu’alaikum. When we work, we work hard. When we shop, we shop hard. I guess that’s what workshop actually means, it has to be, now has it not? Especially when the venue happens to be Genting Premium Outlet, got what I mean? Girls just wanna fun sometimes, you guys, if not all the time, that is.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiITFRoe2HkeeL1O1CpvJ8kc0NedBRvD6SGBAeLehDhsxnMQRejmjQN7katy5izsR6hS-nN40O_C4yUdGtTLy7LEoSzPAiRxeexTDo7rXLjdRp5FUhdafPEifHOPEpjxBAfve57TbBu0xARA7wYPSfmY3B8cJFhz7rE_B6bIl8TgveJ_uqBIHcYZVUwig/s3686/2C463248-1545-4646-A479-DC765615EAD8.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3686" data-original-width="2764" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiITFRoe2HkeeL1O1CpvJ8kc0NedBRvD6SGBAeLehDhsxnMQRejmjQN7katy5izsR6hS-nN40O_C4yUdGtTLy7LEoSzPAiRxeexTDo7rXLjdRp5FUhdafPEifHOPEpjxBAfve57TbBu0xARA7wYPSfmY3B8cJFhz7rE_B6bIl8TgveJ_uqBIHcYZVUwig/s320/2C463248-1545-4646-A479-DC765615EAD8.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Thing is, the motivation rises higher at highlands, I figured. The focus span seems to skyrocket itself over a cup of strong morning coffee and some tasty muffins, so much so that it took us a few hours to finish more than a handful of workloads, much faster than usual. Because we knew for a fact that we could reward ourselves handsomely afterwards, that’s why. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDnhJFU5uzUMkkMpRFaXh3PeydSOsUHEgX1870UVScyyuvcbn3vFcnk0k4A6gczrwy-LU8pKElumRY-5njkUIN8CFlm0KAJiwyf-aIWf6WOHuV_Rl4G3BiBVQL4YpznC4arzN5jtitBUZQUtKIphxMUWXRAaZm3wb8GbNEgNerdkvDyEJAU2Nlxp08HQ/s3731/05B8DAA0-66EF-4A61-A757-DD38D78105DE.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3731" data-original-width="2798" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDnhJFU5uzUMkkMpRFaXh3PeydSOsUHEgX1870UVScyyuvcbn3vFcnk0k4A6gczrwy-LU8pKElumRY-5njkUIN8CFlm0KAJiwyf-aIWf6WOHuV_Rl4G3BiBVQL4YpznC4arzN5jtitBUZQUtKIphxMUWXRAaZm3wb8GbNEgNerdkvDyEJAU2Nlxp08HQ/s320/05B8DAA0-66EF-4A61-A757-DD38D78105DE.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was chilly all day, even more so at night that we needed to put our sweaters on to keep warm despite already dressed comfortably. I wore overall denim long dress, which was thick enough for the occasion and my friend wore abaya with sufficient undergarments. Yet we were shivering since morning, the wind was quite harsher that weekend that we thought we were in fact in Sydney or Melbourne early winter. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwhsFNywuXwaHCvLNdkj9EABraSX0jwpvtLNl6EONelsHWPIpQ6ZhFTUVMP5WAa7hb0d7yVWf-ixjbzh941fgpAAh7uzdlZp0SpfQZ5HN0r4QAt0FA1M7AwMqVpK3xAbBmroK3KvTj-dNFA6gZWOViclrgOMZAhhhzSX17uLb0HZTHtMnDtTCH2wrFaw/s2378/A635E30A-1CF2-4197-8FDE-22393A73CDCE.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2378" data-original-width="1728" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwhsFNywuXwaHCvLNdkj9EABraSX0jwpvtLNl6EONelsHWPIpQ6ZhFTUVMP5WAa7hb0d7yVWf-ixjbzh941fgpAAh7uzdlZp0SpfQZ5HN0r4QAt0FA1M7AwMqVpK3xAbBmroK3KvTj-dNFA6gZWOViclrgOMZAhhhzSX17uLb0HZTHtMnDtTCH2wrFaw/s320/A635E30A-1CF2-4197-8FDE-22393A73CDCE.jpeg" width="233" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Wouldn’t say anything bad about it, though.. it’s been too hot down in Klang Valley, after all. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLelIObEykD_l3-iiC4Wr_DP2tmvnieSJ5xc597s7TT2-iOcawZ8q0OjOydI3q1Exsot_Trk3zX90hsly9yOE4aSgypYeqa4z4fsU2gTp8isDAf0K-psaoP_dLBhjefm6UpxuryUw6SuQIoev0adpktknwaq-fwcpnraXMu1lZOaA42G_WU0TYY0fK4A/s2448/D55AC8CA-6994-4FFC-B08E-9FA2DF9D3BBE.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="1836" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLelIObEykD_l3-iiC4Wr_DP2tmvnieSJ5xc597s7TT2-iOcawZ8q0OjOydI3q1Exsot_Trk3zX90hsly9yOE4aSgypYeqa4z4fsU2gTp8isDAf0K-psaoP_dLBhjefm6UpxuryUw6SuQIoev0adpktknwaq-fwcpnraXMu1lZOaA42G_WU0TYY0fK4A/s320/D55AC8CA-6994-4FFC-B08E-9FA2DF9D3BBE.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Got myself a Mac new foundation, Bobbi Brown’s Red Carpet lipstick and an Oroton canvas toiletries bag for my pakwe’s birthday. That alone broke my purse, but heck, money could be sought, happiness should be a premium in most cases. Lessons well learned, if I were to add. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Until next one, thanks for reading! Assalamu’alaikum.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Here’s Bobbi Brown’s Red Carpet come your way: </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3CduDc5d7CneIRP6p8vYWj9nCCunSAziRUUeQ4pe-l15XHk7q2BOyyj-9EiAEdfXhhKhfY094bNd3BIlZqOxYUIeqRt6XAdA-qj-Hdr7tbMRF4L_oo4Mw6wY7ED2-gcoPrQP_BILBf-CNpvtjygE7vMvd7ffpFujHbkoTozgEI_TBdfkmROwDDHHcpw/s3088/9291DB86-7012-48EB-A109-51DBFCB1B04C.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3088" data-original-width="2316" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3CduDc5d7CneIRP6p8vYWj9nCCunSAziRUUeQ4pe-l15XHk7q2BOyyj-9EiAEdfXhhKhfY094bNd3BIlZqOxYUIeqRt6XAdA-qj-Hdr7tbMRF4L_oo4Mw6wY7ED2-gcoPrQP_BILBf-CNpvtjygE7vMvd7ffpFujHbkoTozgEI_TBdfkmROwDDHHcpw/s320/9291DB86-7012-48EB-A109-51DBFCB1B04C.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je ~ </div><br /> <p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-60937934334639296322023-02-03T00:18:00.002+08:002023-02-03T08:17:18.030+08:00Penang’s Most Wanted Biscuits <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assalamu’alaikum. Evergreen doesn’t seem to do justice if we were to describe ‘Tambun series’ by Ban Heang, just like the Nyonya Egg and Pineapple Tarts in Melaka. Pure and miraculously authentic, to say the least, you can’t help falling in love and craving for more. That’s how and what consistency means in food and beverage industry, which creates legacy from earlier generation to the next to come. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ff948sTxYCPuSKIkS1HWXfXwa5X5kked_0K040-ttjiSuJ0TzT-Hre61YdP5uO0nM3W72q3YRl1rfEAwkcn-jSHXbrj1k6ZqoER2TDnp4hJfZMntFvN9Z1CcNfe4QKtYEj3ojmpfvbLf7py9-69E2LTtf79DODnpadTCzwlWGE_c3YLPbhfxG9CyWg/s2448/F76752D6-1220-4156-B8E0-61C292838374.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="1834" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-Ff948sTxYCPuSKIkS1HWXfXwa5X5kked_0K040-ttjiSuJ0TzT-Hre61YdP5uO0nM3W72q3YRl1rfEAwkcn-jSHXbrj1k6ZqoER2TDnp4hJfZMntFvN9Z1CcNfe4QKtYEj3ojmpfvbLf7py9-69E2LTtf79DODnpadTCzwlWGE_c3YLPbhfxG9CyWg/s320/F76752D6-1220-4156-B8E0-61C292838374.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://banheang.com.my/product/tambun-biscuit/" target="_blank">Tambun Biscuits </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbCp9OER0cz51s5u9Kr6q1QnFY8AhVkQH-FkwBOB2U_dkSF6WToBDnN9XuCZHZBNBQuYDQcQ9QJ3kgf6lFJ1PUanu4-DBv1F3oUgzSciw8voa4htnoVn_wvPeP0LVX1AMNoY80shAK9fSqGsInhkIl2v0oYGbLxtLbfyT6Yp0wiW_0tA5z4mrLuPZOOw/s1617/5D7648D2-6E4B-4A97-AC93-2E7AE2F7D2AB.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1617" data-original-width="1170" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbCp9OER0cz51s5u9Kr6q1QnFY8AhVkQH-FkwBOB2U_dkSF6WToBDnN9XuCZHZBNBQuYDQcQ9QJ3kgf6lFJ1PUanu4-DBv1F3oUgzSciw8voa4htnoVn_wvPeP0LVX1AMNoY80shAK9fSqGsInhkIl2v0oYGbLxtLbfyT6Yp0wiW_0tA5z4mrLuPZOOw/s320/5D7648D2-6E4B-4A97-AC93-2E7AE2F7D2AB.jpeg" width="232" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mom really loves this biscuit, that she would be thrilled with the idea of I’m going off to Penang, each and every single time. There’s an outlet in Penang International Airport from which I usually bought souvenirs for mom, a few boxes that would last some time. But last Christmas holiday I traveled by road that I made a detour to get the stocks at a physical store nearby Hameediyah Restaurant, located in Lebuh Campbell, Georgetown, while my partner lining up to get a table. That’s what we call by killing two birds with a stone! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">We can also order at Shopee nowadays, if the craving gets too disturbing. Like my staff’s father puts it, “Mak ayah je takde jual kat Shopee!”. But wait, we might as well get to buy parents at Shopee later on, who knows? 🤭 </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Anyways, little that I know people used to bake Tambun biscuits at home, now come to think of it, why not? The same with those legendary egg tarts, bodohnya la aku ni pun! I was informed by a much senior friend (whom I regard as a sifu) that his aunt loved to make tambun biscuits, which he enjoyed since childhood. Knowing that he shared the same tastebud with us, I made a point of sending a few packs that I still had before he went for umrah early December recently. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Talking about home-made thingy, we used to have a neighbour back in Terengganu whose egg tarts could haunt you for life, trust me! Makcik has long since gone but her legacy is here to stay, now that her son continues the family business. My brothers would always drop by the old neighbour’s house to wrap generous boxes of egg tarts so dear to our hearts each time they head to Terengganu. Terbaik dari ladang! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ok guys, that’s all for now. Thanks a bunch for reading, catch you in the next one. Assalamu’alaikum.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">~ Nai at Tak Pe Je ~ </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-28717583194309329462023-01-28T01:06:00.002+08:002023-01-28T01:06:28.785+08:00Batik Asli Madura<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assalamu’alaikum. Aku memang suka hampir semua jenis batik, terutamanya yang orang panggil sarung. Tinggal lagi aku tak gemar pakai kain sarung, tapi lebih kepada tempah buat baju ataupun skirt. Birthday aku tahun lepas bibik hadiahkan batik asli keluaran kampungnya di Madura, kirim pada anak saudaranya yang sambung Masters kat UIAM Gombak. Aku hantar pada tukang jahit dan hasilnya adalah sehelai blaus labuh pakai dengan palazzo dan sepasang kurung Pahang. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjx4LmJD-cjd8bFJmTrme3n80ZuVbSUqVFS2Z3QyoeuBBXzwjNE2tztFtasDJV16n9WWuP57ww7HaPDzj5oGeG83X5D9MT07a9fCi2eKd5F3J4EsWilllwiNmfr0i49_6UWkGeNoHUZ2WFvdAfaAocCcaYXfHGg-IaaMiD_VlTVWuPWA4gRxN3M_g_6Q/s3825/964F56F4-2F68-49C4-B1C7-79CE7D07B9C1.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3825" data-original-width="2868" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjx4LmJD-cjd8bFJmTrme3n80ZuVbSUqVFS2Z3QyoeuBBXzwjNE2tztFtasDJV16n9WWuP57ww7HaPDzj5oGeG83X5D9MT07a9fCi2eKd5F3J4EsWilllwiNmfr0i49_6UWkGeNoHUZ2WFvdAfaAocCcaYXfHGg-IaaMiD_VlTVWuPWA4gRxN3M_g_6Q/s320/964F56F4-2F68-49C4-B1C7-79CE7D07B9C1.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mungkin tak semua minat fesyen macam ni, maklum la nampak tersangatlah batiknya. Tapi aku suka sungguh, dulu usaha duk beli dua helai batik sarung kat Langkawi sana, tempah buat baju kurung klasik. Makin lama makin sejuk dan lembut dipakai kain sarung ni, itu yang buatkan aku bertambah suka. </div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8bQN914Yb0Xy2HU-rRPZCEANDLhA1VHRVZVHQlZVrbXiJ6u_3htzDJSbxGPuyoy5jBg5hILfBydXZk8iz6XxrD4fiuInv0hF9T80cGL6p4MrT-_mr9YwfXxPR3r0lmBgBGY6BeSjSkii9Daa_90M8FPK6rXs9z1AieV6WD1AfSPCLrV7VjdSf38uCA/s4032/FA3B4EB6-F9B9-4016-9CD6-CDE4C4A2347F.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK8bQN914Yb0Xy2HU-rRPZCEANDLhA1VHRVZVHQlZVrbXiJ6u_3htzDJSbxGPuyoy5jBg5hILfBydXZk8iz6XxrD4fiuInv0hF9T80cGL6p4MrT-_mr9YwfXxPR3r0lmBgBGY6BeSjSkii9Daa_90M8FPK6rXs9z1AieV6WD1AfSPCLrV7VjdSf38uCA/s320/FA3B4EB6-F9B9-4016-9CD6-CDE4C4A2347F.jpeg" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Zaman muda-muda dulu ada jugak fasa aku nak pakai baju kurung hari-hari walaupun keluar dating jumpa pakwe. Sekarang ni kalau pakai masa weekend, orang tanya, “ada kenduri ke?” Hurmmm… zaman dah berubah, apa nak dikata? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Takpe la nanti aku pakai je kalau terasa nak pakai baju kurung hujung-hujung minggu. Ada aku kisah?</div><br /> <p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8119903254901291758.post-30719499754877596952023-01-20T04:06:00.001+08:002023-01-20T04:06:04.894+08:00The Best Cough Syrup in Haramain<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIt7Tw_WVQkwz9dcLbZV3H6pCRVKTBqAI3xUWH-oYpyuAAhKycvWUu9rAm_jYRHYah-G5KHsY5CjJ5AtiLdrI-0MB3obMcbUoEbANZq-VlHD5ooa2DbTeRWID9c3xbd0dG5E-m3c9F-UK3TA8VcHHrpDwpOKsGrVw24mRNvwC109DtNqF4L2TUiQ-6Q/s3840/11D7518F-7E11-4D29-9445-348A10D07D61.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="3840" data-original-width="2160" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUIt7Tw_WVQkwz9dcLbZV3H6pCRVKTBqAI3xUWH-oYpyuAAhKycvWUu9rAm_jYRHYah-G5KHsY5CjJ5AtiLdrI-0MB3obMcbUoEbANZq-VlHD5ooa2DbTeRWID9c3xbd0dG5E-m3c9F-UK3TA8VcHHrpDwpOKsGrVw24mRNvwC109DtNqF4L2TUiQ-6Q/s320/11D7518F-7E11-4D29-9445-348A10D07D61.jpeg" width="180" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Assalamu’alaikum. I was informed by an immigrant medical doctor in Jeddah back in the year 2018 that Saudi had the most powerful licensed drugs for national usage. Well let’s just take it literally and try to get this cough relief from any available pharmacy in Haramain, shall we?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It happened to be the best of its kind by far, for my father-in-law, who had been having mild flu and chesty cough a few days before we reached Madinah from Kuala Lumpur, took this twice (only) and Alhamdulillah he practically was at the pinkest of health. You might want to give it a try should you’ve been coughing like crazy that fate brought you here, dear! </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">It was some hefty Fifty dinars but well, what do you expect when it’s magical and worth every drop of your nostril? </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><p></p>Nai @ TPJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17992351230670310423noreply@blogger.com0