Salam to all,

It had been an interesting weekend. The best part of all, I’ve set my foot in Bukit Jalil Stadium, watched Manchester United played agains Malaysia XI with super duper disbelieving eyes.

Edwin Van der Sar, pre-warmed up 

 Malaysia XI on the right and MU was on the left.

Match ended MU 3, Malaysia 2. Which was not bad at all

These were some of the pictures taken. It was awesome and surreal. The atmosphere was superbly fantastic. The sight of red maniacs overflooding the stadium was a scene I won’t be able to forget. Overall, the match was equally great for both teams, and yes, I did had a great time there

I shall had some rest by now. Last week’s hantaran pictures will be uploaded, soon.

Till then, best regards

Salam to all.

To my delightful surprise, mak and ayah arrived home from Kangar last Saturday. As how my sister and I had already planned and bought to&fro tickets to visit them on this coming 23rd, mak suddenly had to attend a seminar in Serdang which started tomorrow. There, our miss-you-like-crazy-sickness has been healed quicker than we thought  All in all, I was thrilled. Just to have their presence back in home was already a very huge gift, given by Him, at the time where I did want them to be around the most~

Whenever I had to fight over my not-so-perfect senses with my feelings, I went dumb.. and numb. As how I would put it, I AM NOT YET AN ADULT. Sometimes I can handle things as diligently as any 22 year old should have done. But most of the times, probably due to a lot of surrounding stress and peer pressure, I did feel like decision-making is my worst nightmare ever. As an entrepreneur, a leader of the organization, a daughter who has to take charge of her life by her own, this is not good; at all.

I envied my cousin, for he is only 21, and yet he has the ability to console and walk me out of those clouds that engulfed my sight. Genetically, he entitled the privilege of making wise decisions with little effort. As a matter of fact, whenever I was worrying sick regarding any unsolved problem I’ve encountered, he’d be among the first few persons I would contact and pour my heart out. Sounded a little too selfish or having a low self-esteem whatsoever, you name it, I wouldn’t put it that way. As how my friend qouted, a human being is born with different flaws and abilities. While you could be great at something, you MUST have another trait that’s lacking. I admitted that I need a second say in most of my decision-making situations. Trust me at this one thing. When you started to feel very weak and helpless, always, ALWAYS remember that it is absolutely NORMAL. We are all weak, at various different points and levels. And if seeking help will make you feel better, find a person who can give you all the support that you required at that particular moment. While it can be very less daunting, as you go along the prosses, you will eventually realize that you had cut down all the unnecessary worries and sickness just by talking about it over with someone else.

It is totally not sellfish. We’re not perfect. Nor that we are good enough for not taking different point of views of other people who cared greatly about us. Just remember to watch over our limitations and boundaries and grow up along the way!

And as how I will like to stress out, always remember HIM.

If ALLAH brings you to it, HE will bring you through it;

Happy moments, praise ALLAH;

Difficult moments, seek ALLAH;

Quiet moments, worship ALLAH;

Painful moments, trust ALLAH;

Every moment, thank ALLAH

Best regards

Salam everyone.

It’s one of these days where my brain had drained out; wondering about a lot of things, neglecting the necessities or not. Whether my mind was doing me tricks by sending blurry signals about what was happening around me or it’s just another fact that I have to learn to willingly accept, I’m not quite sure.

My bluecube hadn’t being so co-operative since last week. After numerous calls to celcom center then only we had everything in order again. Thanked God. Had some catching up with my old lecturer (asking for a new theme for www.sitimunirah.com), read the latest news on MU’s new sign-ups ( Michael Owen? for real?), updating my status at facebook (www.facebook.com/sitimunirahs) and the list goes on. Sangat berfaedah internet ni kan?

As for the activities last week, I drove myself to Shah Alam for a wedding cake delivery for Kak Aziriah  (first time!), met up my precious cousins in Subang, got lost in PJ (ended up somewhere near Sri Petaling! lorh!), attended an Irfan Khairi’s pre-seminar at Cititel ( ini sangat best!, I even gave him a loaf of cake and had him autographed my book! ^_^), and also, enjoying late night dinner ( just like the old days back in PJ). How I missed those times

The next day itself, as I and Arry made our way heading home, boleh pulak tayar pancit, in the middle of Federal Highway!

Nah.

That’s interesting!

As how my super GIRLPOWER spirit skyrocketting, we vowed to take care of the issue by ourselves. Of course, my big brother had been giving instructions on hows and to-dos. The thing is, first, I’ve never change a flat tyre. Second, Arry also never change a flat tyre (haha). Third, I had always been the ‘macho’ kind of person, so, I do prefer to do everything on my own (lagi laa). Fourth, although we were wearing the ‘kesian‘ faces, nobody was really keen on helping us, probably because it was 7.45am, they were all rushing to punch their cards on time, aite?

So that’s it. Living in a busy city required a higher level of surviving. And so we did changed the tyre with some help from a few good samaritans and the rest was history. I managed to get everything done in less then 20 minutes. Not a good record but at least, I do know how to now :)

As how fate has it, we made a safe journey home. By that evening, Arry and I walloping on a guni of durians from my kampung. It was a very interesting weekend and the next thing I know, I was down with fever on Sunday

Anyway and anyhow, a few habits-changing-challenge will be taking place all this week. A lot of things in mind, which I would love to keep them to myself at the moment, figuring how to work everything out in compose. A lot of thanks to Dr Irfan for the short and resourceful seminar. A deepest gratitude goes to my cousin for being here when I needed him the most. A grateful wish to dear God for some eye-opening scenarios, heart-warming moments, and endless nikmat. Jazakallah.

And last but not least, here goes a Turkish proverb, which was sent by Uncle Aziz (thanks!) via email :

A fool dreams of wealth, a wise man, of happiness

p/s : 11 more days for MU to come over to Bukit Jalil! I can’t hardly wait

An emergency cake, I had to get it done in the middle of finishing a wedding cake ~

Kek hantaran buat Kak Aziriah, Shah Alam. Tahniah

Pandangan dari hadapan kek

And, guess who’s this….

Ladies & gentlemen, presenting the ever humble Dr. Irfan Khairi

Ok, got to go now. I want to ‘dream’ of happiness. Best regards