Salam and hello to all.

My parents sent us 2 boxes of Harumanis, a type of mango that is very well-known in Northern states, expecially in Perlis, along with some home-grown grapes which are equally tasty as Californians. Seedless, sweet and juicy.

Nice..

I just had one big glass of fresh mango ice-blended It couldn’t taste any better.

Anyhow, great news! My parents are going home by this Friday. My sister is flying over by Sunday. My brother and his wife are also heading home someday this weekend. We are about to gather up as one big family ever since Raya, if I’m not mistaken. Miss,miss, miss everyone so much! I already bought some Phillies and yes, your guess is right. There’s a nice scrumptious cheesecake is definitely in the menu this week

Another great huge news! I managed to locate a new supplier for my Xtra Sharp and the office is just a few blocks away from my cousin’s! The next shipment will be arrived around mid-June and I can’t wait to have my doses back Thank you Allah for this great bless.

And here comes the greatest news of all, my friend managed to buy us tickets to watch MU in action! I’m counting off the days and God knows how thrilled I was upon receiving the confirmation! Finally, my super, greatest-ever team are coming over to Bukit Jalil and I’m going to watch them play with my bare eyes; it’s unimaginable! I remembered watching Chelsea played in Shah Alam’s Stadium last year and the atmosphere had been fantastic. Imagine MU? Greater team, powerful squad, #1 in England and possibly #1 in Europe, again, if they can beat Barcelona in the Champion’s League Final tomorrow…

Wow..

Tell me which fan would miss this rare chance?

Even I am going with a true Liverpool supporter, no kidding Can’t hardly wait!

I went to my father’s uncle’s house yesterday, met his cute grandkids and I tell you what, Muhammad Fikri and Faris Sufi are the most adorable kids in the world! I even rode the bicycle with them (after for sooo long!), laughing and hollaring in joy around the village with Faris behind my back and Fikri chasing (effortlessly) to keep at par with us. Some of the neighbours did gave us ( I mean, me) quite a strange look- an almost breathless adult with soaking tee and jeans and pair of sneakers riding a bicycle while laughing and screaming was probably the rarest scene ever viewed by the villagers But I can’t help myself.

Truly, it feels nice to be a kid again.

And when we were about to part, Faris gave me a sad look and asked me to come back again tomorrow.

How sweet~ I already missed them.

I’ll be uploading some pictures soon. It’s late and I have huge orders for tomorrow.

Till then, best regards

Salam and a very great hello to everyone

Have you ever wonder how difficult it is to take care of a single person? Expenses and concern and care? Enduring love, patience and hard work? Have you ever tried to spend you hard-earned money for someone you cared ever greatly, without having a second thought of not-to? Please them despite their never-ending demands and likes and dislikes.. Neglecting your own pleasure and comfort for theirs?

Right. Good question. What’s my age again?

Sometimes I did feel I am ready, for whatever things that might come my way. I’ve skipped various obstacles, finding any possible way through the dark and the pain, let alone convincing myself that I am strong and undeniably patient, I can face any challenges in life. But that’s not the whole story is all about.

Take a great look to what’s happening around. People at my age are eager throwing themselves into this one big hole called ‘leisure & fun’. They had great times, searching for their own ‘definition’ of ‘life’. Sometimes it makes me sick to the very bone, realizing somehow, this whole picture is just not right. This is not I want the people of my race look like. No. A big NO. Taking up a responsibility is no longer an accomplishment of a person’s potential. It’s something that can be postponed, let alone be forgotten. All that we know is that our parents can provide us with all the money in the world we desired. It’s OK not to have ambition, it’s OK not to have a steady job; I can join AF and become a big star, I can marry one big-shot and living my life lavishly without the slightest thought of worry, my uncle is a YB, he should help me out with any projects..

Reality. Checked. And yes, it hurts..

Pledging won’t do the trick. I can write a lenghty sick of a post, but it’s going nowhere. I have no idea how to knock some senses back to their typical way of thinking, who there to be blamed or God-knows-what else. If only they know how difficult it is to take care of a family, how hard it is to earn a respectful living, how tedious and fussy it is to draw a happy smile on everybody’s face, how to be patient when your blood has reached it’s boiling point, how to say yes to a supposedly-no demand.. Gosh, live as an adult will never get easier.

I’m not spilling my heart out. It’s just a great concern and question : how well we’ve had ourselves prepared for life? And is it enough?

I completely understand that we learn as we get older. But are we ‘that’ eager to learn? To stumble and fall and willing to stand back straight in a nick of time? Ready to be corrected and matured?

I think I may need more time.

Although I am a fulltime guardian of my 2 younger sisters at the moment, I can’t help but wonder, am I ‘that’ ready for a bigger responsibility?

A commitment of a long-term relationship?

A trust that I can’t take for granted?

You tell me…

So to those ‘kiddos’ out there, have some mercy for yourself.

Life is definitely more than just some pretty faces, youth, and fun.

Trust me. I am in the middle of it.

Salam and hello to all.

Waa… 5 days without a single write-up. Surely described how undeniably busy I have been. As how a new friend of mine had put it, munirah sekarang ni sebatang kara.. hehehe.. ayat sedih sungguh.. but anyhow, yup, my parents had arrived safe and sound in Kangar on Monday, managed to get a house in Taman 20 nearby Tasik Melati aannddd… my sister had finally came home yesterday out of bored.. She said Kangar pusing 1 hari dah hafal jalan.. heeee… now I am not sebatang kara anymore, at least for a while

Involved in Kursus Asas Perniagaan organized by Majlis Pembangunan Usahawan Daerah and MARA since Monday up till tomorrow. As my productions had doubled in quantity, I had to stay up very late in order to meet my clients’ demand. My head ni pun tak sangka still intact with the body If I was the head alone, I would have stay at my bed, let the body do the work.  Believe it or not, at this very time when my sister cum assistant was not around, was the hellish moment throughtout the year for me. I have to dwell with my parents’ parting, I’ve agreed to supply to a secondary school’s kiosk (everyday delivery.. sangat penat), I have to fill up my tender form (all by myself, rasa-rasa macam ada salah isi jer.. ), a long lost friend of 13 years reconnecting in such an awkward way, clients calling up for samples, clinic owners asking for supply, put up sales for a function.. oh, simply put, macam-macam.. Kursus vs clients.. I did feel macam apa yang diajar di kursus tu macam tak masuk melekat dalam kepala je.. huh.. lucky I had my dose of xtra sharp Very-very lucky.

My first day without my parents felt eerily awful. I had maggi for 2 nights in a row – I’ve never a big fan of one anyway- but somehow, my body and soul didn’t really functioning in telling me what-to-do and what’s not-to-do. On my second night, I got diarrhoea then mom called and God knows I’ve started to weep and miraculously managed to hold back tears. That’s embarassing, to cry to your mom at this age, aite?

Somehow, during these past few days, I’ve learnt a lot of things. Things I hadn’t had the slightest thought would have occured. Strangers, friends of an hour, previous clients – they had one and only thing in common- they are not my families. I don’t even know their full names. But just as God shows how lucky I am to have these people cared greatly about my well-being, I quickly realized I’ve been ungrateful, disrespectful, sellfish and coward all this while. HE has HIS plans. HE loves me, HE sent me great people with bucketful of empathy, right to my very nose; paint my heart with plenty of wonderful colours in such a very short time. It’s just plain amazing.

*If you need anything, just call me

*I can cheer you up, don’t worry

*Saya nak sangat temankan awak

*Baik-baik duduk rumah, malam-malam jangan keluar

*Takpelah, boring-boring nanti telefon

*Apa-apa hal,just let me know

*You know where to find me, aite?

*We can go lepak, jangan stress sangat

Best kan? To finally come to your senses, knowing somehow HE loves you equally great.

I had a cake to ice then I’ll go to sleep. Night

Best regards.

Salam and hello everyone.

At the time of writing, my stomach growls. Not because I had been working so hard today although it didn’t had any much change than any other day as an entrepreneur – busy – but, my mind was not that straight, I lose my appetite to eat. I had a bunch of orders, try to keep everything in compose, adjusting my time and schedule so that I can deliver my products prompt and fresh. But then again, deep inside my heart, I wish I could slow down, have some rest and do some thinking.

The thought of parting away from my dearest parents had haunted me for days. I’ve tried to be happy for them, but God knows how I had fought back tears in such intense way; my eyes would have popped out anytime soon. I had been away from home for almost a decade. I rejected irresistible job offers in KL. I postponed several plans, created a few dreams and voila : I am safe and sound in this love-filled house of ours. I thought life wouldn’t get any better than this, but somehow, HE definitely has other plans for me.

Silly me if I can’t be independent at this very age of 22. If I can survive the past 10 years by growing matured on my own feet, why on earth not now? It sounded hopeless; claiming myself strong and superior, that I somehow can survive this pain effortlessly, while all in all, my heart’s shattered to fleshes. I lost the comfort that I’ve longed for so long, I did feel like a kid again; hunger for all the love in the world my parents could have spared for me.

It’s easier said than done. Something big is amiss somewhere. An obligation of doing something right has vanished. The thought of me treating them with great concern and care had gone. This is the highest point of my life, where I had started to earn my own money, although it is not that much; the moment and time where I, literally speaking, started to feel great about myself by paying my debt to the family.

I achieved something.

I earned a decent money.

I lead a simple life.

I am capable of making my parents happy.

I want to make my family proud of me.

I want to run errands for them.

I want them to stop worrying about me and instead, let me do the worry for them.

I did some of those, And I’m planning to continue doing so for as long as I live. But now that I know, they will be worried sick about me once they set foot in Kangar. They are planning to buy a new car, not for them, but for me. They’ll be leaving pocket money and cards and God-only-knows what else for my conveniences. Gosh, I’m feeling so, so not a very good daughter again~

When I do feel that I shall not put them in any possible way of uncomfortable displeasure, I am hammered to the ground, knowing that I am helpless in not doing so. Again, it makes me feel guilty to the bone. Neighbours to look after me. Friends to drop by and checking around. To have my aunts and uncles opening up their doors whenever I feel lonely. I hate being a burden, an extra luggage any person with a sane mind would not want to carry behind their back. I know I shouldn’t get carried away with this thought but I can’t help it. I am an adult. And yet, the picture of having outsiders taking care of me is not what I had in mind. So does with me can’t be able to take care of my parents. It does feel sucks.

Where’s my optimism anyway?

My beloved ayah and mak, promise me that you’ll take a very great care of yourself as I will too.

Promise me that you won’t be worrying so much about me.

Promise me that you won’t be working so hard, I wish I could trade your place with mine; let me do all the work in the world for you.

Promise me that you’d pray for my sanity since GOD only knows how much I wish I could spend every second of my life with both of you by my side.

And I promise, with HIM watching all over me, I will do good and be good, just as how proud I am to be born as your daughter. I’ll take care of myself, insyaAllah.

God, please, take a very great care of ayah and emak for me.

YOU know how much I love them.

Best regards.

Hello and salam to all.

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Salam to all.

A mere warning. This is not going to be an easy-to-read post. My system is barely working. My almost senseless brain had only one thing in particular : MU is smashing Arsenal to the ground! Yes!

Menguaplah 20 juta kali sekalipun, I’m going to wait until the match is over Isn’t that what a die hard fan does, aite? I know I can sip some xtra sharp but trust me, in this condition, I can’t afford to stay awake up till dawn. I still need my sleep. And I can’t waste my very limited supply of the tonic.

Watch…

Yawn…

Held back tears….

Focus..

Some more yawn…

Typing..

Watch…

Yawn….

*sigh*

Today penat. Started baking from 8 am up until 1 am. I had so many plans, places to go, people to meet. But as soon as the phone rang, although occasionally,  I know I had to postpone some plans and readjusting my schedules. Sometimes prioritizing took place but most of the time, no. Patching up holes can be daunting and undeniably fussy. Bills to be paid, clients to meet, calls to return, things to buy, appointments to attend. Might as well when I had all the time in the world, the other party wouldn’t be able to make it. Imagining myself having an assistant who can drive around is a real heaven, neh? Anyone?

MU is still leading by 2-0. I’ll go back to sleep when the third goal comes flying in. Promise. Promise. Tomorrow is just another hectic day

Till then, I promise a proper post next time with an advertisement for Mother’s Day promotion I’m working on it.

Best regards and good night