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Salam. I never really wanted to try turban. Not until I saw the following picture of Shila Hamzah in her FB recently. Then again, her face is kinda oblong as opposed to my chubby face.. Gotta apply loads and loads of tricks not to appear like a giant ball coming out of my face. Yep, that's for sure. Meantime, just had some fun with my inner hijabs for a start, inspired by Shila's way of wrapping her head. Mom really despised my 'over-sized' shades. But owh, I never expected her 'approval'. Hehehe. Those two hijabs I adore so very much. Got them from a warehouse in Sydney. Extra big and long, could spend the whole day wrapping head and face. Anyways, still contemplating whether or not to try turban. Hurmm...

Salam. I wasn't feeling very well this weekend. Headache. Might be the weather, I guess. Too hot. Anyways, it was an outdoor weekend, so to speak.  We went to Sepang Gold Coast to enjoy the sea view. Not so much of an enjoyment, actually. We've seen much, much better view, originating from Terengganu ourselves. White Sandy Beaches. So, we expect no less, right? But as compared to Port Dickson, Sepang Gold Coast is much nearer as far as distance is concerned. We took a walk from end to end and went to pray Maghrib at the provided surau. Before grabbing our seafood dinner at a nearby restaurant. It's been a while since we last came here. Junior was frustrated when we didn't allow him to get into the water. And as it wasn't a windy evening, he couldn't even play kite, which added to his frustration. Unlike when we went camping last time, when he could do both.  This very picture was taken then. What a nice weather that time. A...

Salam. Let me share a story about Hat-trick.  Last year we stopped at Paris for a day before flying off to Malaga. Because of ample time we had, we went to Disneyland. I didn't know what happen but Junior lost his snow caps THREE (3) consecutive times. Back to Back. Hat-trick Scores. The 1st One that I brought from home disappeared somewhere-I-forgot-how.    Then I got this one for him, which was lost less than 5 minutes afterwards. As we were walking, I noticed the hat was no longer on his head.  He was all tears. If it wasn't because of the unfamiliar cold weather, I wouldn't have bothered. But what to do? Came the 3rd one. By then, I lost my humble mafla while looking up a snow cap for my own self.  Anyways, the 3rd hat was lost again. After a 3-D show in Madam Tussauds, London. And it took Junior FOUR (4) different hats to finally understand the meaning of taking care of his own thing. My husband's face was all blue in anger...

Salam. So this is definitely gonna be the final coverage on my brother's wedding. The reception took place a day after the ijab-qabul ceremony at a hall nearby the bride's home. Being the only kiddo, her parents went all out for her wedding, apparently. Understandable. The hardest moment for mom + her eldest son. Both wept no matter how hard they tried not to. And oh, how strong I had been all week through. Not a single teardrop in front of anybody. And being the eldest kiddo, I had the honor to be eating with the bride + the groom together with hubby, mom and the bride's parents. Not that I bothered to eat anyway. My immediate cousins were around. Felt so heaven when we were together. Too bad they couldn't make it the way they really wanted at our side in Temerloh. At least we had this picture and a few more at the bride's kenduri.  Something to cherish... Pheww.. that was it. Waiting for the next in line. May be my sister or the second brother some time ne...

Salam. Hey there, friends... thanks for coming. So I've been extremely busy lately. Hard to plan a wedding, ya? When you can't afford a planner, relatives are the best assets! That's something you can no longer get in loads of places, especially in town. In my village the spirit of teamwork is still intact.  Alhamdulillah. The rain started to pour in just after the canopies were erected. Worst nightmare for us, coz the ground would definitely go muddy. We should have rented our uncle's futsal's hall, come to think of it. But then, won't be fair to those who've booked to play. The guys led by my dearest other half took charge to mend things within their capacities. Thank God there were still stones and sands and soils, the leftover from mom's house renovation that could save the day. And the weather was friendly throughout the big day itself. The committees' shoes were ruined of course, but it's ok.. so long as the guests won't suffer that...

Salam. September 16th, Sunday was a public holiday, celebrating the formation of Malaysia in 1963, with Sabah & Sarawak joining the rest of 12 other states. And my brother got married. It took him awhile to finally settle down. When the time came, it felt so hard to let him go. His 'Hantaran' of 9 items had been specially made by my lovely friend, Raja Azmi. But due to long journey to Terengganu from Kuala Lumpur, we had to retouch here and there. Apart from that, everybody was thrilled to see the outcome. May Allah Bless her..   Fate apparently brought a girl from Terengganu to become my sis-in-law. Even though my relatives in Pahang couldn't make it for the ijab-qabul ceremony, it was easy to gather the relatives in Terengganu itself.  But it would've been da bomb if they had come along, just like the following day at the reception, about which I would blog soon. I wish dad were around to see this. Mom was quiet throughout the ceremony, could barely smile ...

Salam. Just a quick post from me. My boy really loves camera, you see. He's been taking loads of pictures from still digital cameras and hand phones since he was barely 3. Last year I sort of passed him my Samsung compact digital, since he was head over heels with the animation features therein.  Well, he used to do tons of cat's whiskers kinda thing. Now he's more into love sign and some other things. Especially when it comes to my pictures that he took. Loads of hearts. And it seems that to him Daddy has got so many ideas. Of course when he's got the time to snap our picture together, which is very seldom nowadays, he HEARTS it so very much. I'm okay with the fact that he loves camera. It's a good hobby, anyway. But I'm still exercising some kinda control, in the sense that I don't give him any expensive camera. Not just yet. Let him know he's gotta value what he has and prove to me he deserves a better one as tim...

Salam. Syawal is coming to an end, which means KL peeps will at last enjoy normal traffic flow over the weekend. Technically speaking. I noticed in the FB loads of peeps just can't wait for this open houses thingy to finally leave the town. Well, can't blame them. Who wanna fight with bad traffic day in day out? Actually that only started to happen two weeks towards the end of Syawal. But talking about daily basis, even during the weekend.. Total Eclipse of The Patience. Unless the open house is yours, of course.  Myself attended only one unofficial and one official open house this time around. Can't believe it, two open houses only? Well.. that's what happens if you need to be in bed rest. Hurmm... The following pictures were from the official open house in De Palma Hotel, Shah Alam. I didn't get to eat much but never mind, I had a blast meeting my circle of friends LIVE, not merely in Facebook. Smiling faces were everywhere. And everybody was clad in their b...

Salam. Sept 9th has always been special to me since Junior came into this world. He's now 8 years young. How time flies. Never gained weight. Not so much of an eater. He personally wrote invitation cards to his friends nearby. Ever so romantic like always. They hang out quite sometime together. From Asar until Maghrib. And I fell asleep right after Isya'. Supposed to go to Ukay Perdana to see a friend.  Well, when Junior woke me up at 11pm for his bedtime storybook, I sighed heavily looking at the clock.  Never mind, that can wait. Anyways, thanks all for reading. Until next time, Sayonara. Much Love, TPJ.

Salam. Syawal this year I still don't have the opportunity to fast. That of course saddens me. But then again, I'm more than thankful coz I'm still here to breathe the air and enjoy the sunshine. That I am still alive. Alhamdulillah. And I really am thankful that my Ramadan this year was fully utilized gracefully. Taraweeh & Tadarrus were awesome. That soothes me a lot. Apparently we can't always get everything that we want the way we want it to be. Life doesn't work that way. Ok may be it does, but not all the time. Like it or not, that's what life is and how it works. We can plan, of course. Should things happen other than the ways we planned them to be, please don't get offended. For God also plans. And He apparently is the Greatest Planner of all. We might not see the reasons nor reason what we see. As of now, I meant. But in later years, when we get older we would comprehend everything. Then everything would make sense. Eventually. After all, we a...

Salam. Funny but I feel like collecting stamps all of the sudden. It struck me a few years ago, but I've been postponing it. Yesterday when I silently sat at my desk and absentmindedly took off a stamp from an envelope, the urge was quite extreme. Felt like flying to get myself an album to make it happen. Donkey years ago I used to collect stamps, like most peeps did that time. And even collected foreign money at one time. But then those days were gone. Until today. Am I having amnesia? Or a delusion, perhaps? Of going back to the past? Never mind, let's just put it at bay now, shall we? If the urge is still as good as the way it should be, then it's definitely something to reckon with. Or else, it's just another hiccup in between the meals. False Alarm. Well, thanks anyway for reading. Much Love, TPJ.

Salam. Batik has always been associated with my country. And Batik Sutera (Silk) are best found in two East Coast states in Peninsular Malaysia, i.e. Terengganu and Kelantan.   This one came from Kelantan. I sent the fabric to be made as "Kebarung" and embroidered with "Kerawang" in Terengganu. Would have cost me a fortune in Kuala Lumpur, of course! Hence, my tailor back in Terengganu has always been my savior. Both to my purse & sanity. I don't normally dress like this unless there's an official function someplace. But I've always loved this kinda outfit myself. Very dear to my heart. And I'm proud to champion my heritage. It's meant to be passed from one generation to the next. Dear God, please gimme a daughter... Hehehe. Very well, that's all for now. Thanks for being with me, love you for that. Until next time, Sayonara. Much Love, TPJ.

Salam. Malaysia has loads and loads of instant hijabs online and offline, you know what I mean?  Apart from Sri Munawarah and Ariani, there is Fareeda, which introduced layered chiffon instant hijabs.  Well, this was when I went to accompany a friend to Fareeda Boutique in Bangi, Selangor Darul Ehsan.  We went home empty-handed, despite having a few preferences of our own. I tried that cute lil pink hijab on and almost bagged it home. Almost. Until now I haven't got any piece of Fareeda in my closet. I have however bought 3 pieces of layered chiffon hijabs at Aisyah Scarf before Eid vacation. Reasons being they're in greater length and without the awnings. I can therefore style them with my inner ninja. Like the following pic: And for my brother's upcoming wedding, I've asked my neighbor-tailor to make me a few layered chiffon hijabs. Can't wait to see the outcomes. Would look nice with my new outfits from what else other than sarees? *wi...

Salam. I feel like sharing with you guys about one of the most memorable incidents in my life this time around. Bear with me, ya.. :)  Over the White Mosque's Fence. I was 19 years young at that time. Donkey years ago. The bus from Kuala Lumpur arrived way too early at the Kuala Terengganu ("Tanjung") Bus Station. I was too scared to sit alone at the empty benches and the nearby praying place was still locked when I checked. So I braced myself and walked hurriedly to the White Mosque, which was not too far therefrom. I guess my face was as white as the mosque by the time I reached the gate, which was also locked. I was too scared to go back to the Bus Station either. So I decided to climb over the fence to get into the mosque compound, within which I felt much safer. Yes, dear. I did just that. Those who knew me well would know how good I was at climbing fences and trees, even. I thought to myself: Well, now mom would sure eat her own words. My climbing activities ...

Salam. In my humble opinion, Aaron Aziz's (Singaporean-soon-to-be-Malaysian-PR) biggest asset is his bedroom eyes. And of course that slow-lazy smile of his comes in close second.  I've fallen so crazily in love with him after his most phenomenal acting in Ombak Rindu. And now he's back with even hazardous bedroom eyed acting in a telemovie that has been adapted from local's best-selling novel by Aisya Sofea, Adam & Hawa. Not that I'd be able to religiously stay tune at 10pm every Monday - Thursday for the updates, but I couldn't resist Aaron Aziz nonetheless. And the heroine played by the very pretty Nadia Nisaa' really caught my attention. She's quite something. Her beauty is very... well, don't have a word for it. Rare, may be? Or classic, even? To me, she's so very pretty. She makes a plain baju kurung looks damn sexy. Anyways, I'm still feeling funny pain in my abdomen. Might as well stop laughing with friend...