Tak Pe Je

Assalamu’alaikum. It’s been while, huh? Here’s to the long absence of any update, let me compensate with some diamond collection of Semporna island. We didn’t get to spend more than 3 days and 2 nights there but with little time we had, we did quite a bit of island hoppings here and there.  Timba-Timba was the best in my humble opinion, and of course you’re free to differ. The weather was so good that enhanced every other thing around, flipping over our hearts without any caution statement given. So the least that we could do was smile ear to ear, falling helplessly in love with the panoramic view. It doesn’t take a genius to notice what love would do to someone, it’s too plain not to see. The first time we visited Semporna was in August 2013, leaving our son at home. Almost a decade later we brought him along, one day after he finished his last SPM paper. What a way to release stress, right? And I could make full use of one of my skirt extenders, layered above the oh so tight beac...

Assalamu’alaikum. So let’s enjoy every little thing we have in this world, shall we? Like when you accomplished something, how about getting yourself a pair of new boots for work?  Last time I checked, my black boots from a Lois jeans shop in Jalan Tunku Abdul Rahman have aged ever so gracefully without any companion nor competitor. It’s been plus minus a decade or more, but only recently I bought a new pair at AEON AU2 with of course friendlier price tag. Looking at the finishing especially the glue around the boots, I don’t think they’re going to last that long. But then again, why bother? Take one step at a time and worry not about the future, well not too much, anyways. Here’s to more productive steps ahead!   

Assalamu’alaikum.  Happy Women’s Day, ladies! Let’s support each other even more today onwards, shall we? ~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je.

It can’t be so bad… ~ Nai @ Tak Pe Je.

Assalamu’alaikum. If I were to send a note to my old self, it would be as follows: Hey, life is not always a box of chocolate that you’ll never know what to get. I mean, they even sell a helluva box of the same shape, size and flavour nowadays, right?  So there will be times you can calculate risks just twice as much that you can’t.  Some shitty things won’t just disappear out of your life unless you do the spring cleaning every now and then, which begins with your own heart. Start caring more about yourself and oh, please nurture your mind with utmost love and affection because babe, you deserve it!   Yeah, keep smiling ever so sweetly no matter what, but just cry when YOU deem necessary. Nothing and I mean absolutely nothing will stay, not even November (or whichever month, for that matter) rain. Even if you can’t spot any rainbow right after the rain, it doesn’t mean that it’s not there. You just don’t see it yet. So don’t be too harsh on yourself, darling, Allah has b...

Assalamu’alaikum. I remember reading somewhere quite sometime ago about long denim skirts belong to grannies. Well, then maybe I’ve been training a little too hard to become one. I mean, that’s basically my uniform since time immemorial, so to speak. It’s even safe to claim that I never gave a toot whether it was not trendy back then nor it has somewhat become a thing nowadays. I’m happier of course now that I can easily place an order or two or three or more at the click of my finger.  Come to think of it, my fashion sense remains stagnant and evergreen, maybe? Old-fashion? Ah, tak pe je lah!  Just for your reference, the same persons with different timeline: Looking at these pictures brings tears to my eyes heart and soul. Anyhow, mom dearest remains the same albeit the age factor, still your Tak Pe Je from Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Still trying not to skip updating this blog too long, still loving you with utmost sincerity ever.  And I will always love denim skirts forev...

Assalamu’alaikum. The older I get, the more concerns I received from the Shariah Compliance Board at home about my attires, can you imagine? Not that I’m complaining or anything, knowing fully well that it’s for my own ‘benefits’ but it’s sure quite unnerving sometimes. I mean, they (referring to the ‘board committees’) don’t normally use friendly tone when disapproving, you know. Like when I was asked to change my ‘tight’ A-shape long skirt in cream by my husband (one of the 2 committees) before going off to Johor not so long ago, for example. Even the other committee (mom) was appalled then, ko rasa?  After a while, he explained slowly in the car that the skirt was ‘revealing’ because of the colour tone and the fabric, too much concentrating on my figure. I said to my defence that my blouse was already covering my hips, but apparently still not decent enough. Reason being “my hips need more covering than that”, due to the size. I understand exactly what this was all about, apart ...