If I can freely  put into words what I have in mind right now,  this is going to be another long and (as always) very boring post.

Salam to everyone.

Weekends had been busy. Nothing unusual happened. MaulidurRasul (a day that marked Prophet Muhammad’s PBUH birthday) was celebrated on Friday; while in while the world is still looking pretty much the same. The end of it is nearing, yet, they have no fear.  Or shall I say they’ve forgotten how to feel the ‘fear’. They recited selawat with great enthusiasm. But they neglected the rest of the Rukun Islam. They talked about how great His Prophet was in leading the ummah, how undeniably courageous and  soft  He was in person. But they still don’t  listen to rakyat. As a matter of fact, our rights were denied, especially when poor people were concerned. They faked the empathy. Sad. But it’s true.

I never compromise hypocrisy. I never do.

By telling my heart out won’t do the justice. I did not come from a filthy rich family. But we’ve been fine. Thanks to Allah’s endless rahmat, we managed, by far, to live the life everybody’s envy of (literally speaking). I pulled the strength (thanks to Allah again), persevering my way through any obstacles, toughening myself while in while keeping up with endless challenges that come along the way. I don’t think I will give up that easily now.

I know and HE knows how hard I’ve worked.

I know and HE knows how badly I wanted this business to succeed.

I know and HE knows what I had had for dinners for the past 18 months.

HE knows. And HE had been with me all along.

I might get a little emotional now.

Oh my~

I don’t ask them to play God. I just hate their fake smiles.

As I’ve mentioned above, I never compromise hypocrisy.

When I was hesitating to jump into the water [starting off my business], no one cares. No one was there to teach me how to swim [piece of advice]. No one was there to watch my back [courageous words]. No one was there to offer me a float [funds and capital]. Most of them were discouraging me to swim [ laugh behind my back].

But the great Muhammad PBUH had leaved a very good track of entrepreneurial skills and knowledge.

And Allah had clearly described the power of tawakal. Plus how much HE mentioned how HE loves hamba-hambaNya yang bekerja keras.

And so I jumped.

Then I got almost drowned [ setback ], swallowed a lot of water [obstacles], I cried for help [ I mean, real help]. But no one come to my rescue [ I was downgraded, misjudged and manipulated].

But then again,  Muhammad PBUH the prophet had thought the ummah the meaning of patience and perseverance. And ALLAH had promised handsome rewards for those who did.

And so I swam further. From dog paddling to butterfly stroke, I can even now dream of winning an Olympic medal!

Thanks to my Creator and His beloved prophet. Thanks to dear family and friends.

But thanks not to them.

Again, I never compromise hypocrisy.

This is the wrong time for you to show up with your yacht or even a banana boat and offer me a ride.

So, so wrong.

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“Oh Lord, lead us to the correct path. And bless Your endless love upon Muhammad PBUH. May His spirit will shine in us all. Amin.”

This cake was made in December. Last year. And a few more pictures went missing here and there ever since my laptop broke down. Speaking of high-technology’s ‘wonders’, aite? My bad. I didn’t back-up my files.

But anyhow, the damage had been done. Basically there’s nothing much I can do regarding updating my blog since December. The truth is, I’ve been busy. And I know, I can get even busier than this. Soon enough.

But..

It was just an excuse, kot.

Kalau sibuk, macam mana boleh sempat baca blog keretamayat sampai pukul 3 pagi?

My parents had safely arrived Beseri last night. Leaving me all alone, again. While I wished I could savour my mom’s meal instead of this homemade strawberry milkshake, I know that’s not going to happen in the near future.

I hope I can get married to a cook. I hope I can hire some new staffs. I hope my high expectation about ‘that person’ is true ( I was over-praising him, I guessed-  kecewanya) I hope I have at least a few more thousand MYR inside my bank account ( I might lose that perfect little shop which is open for rental in KP, oh!). I hope I can stop merapu now.

Good night everyone. I might had taken XtraSharp a little more than I should today.

Best regards.

p/s : Fara, congratulations upon your engagement. I’ll upload your gorgeous cake picture soon, k?

Salam to all.

Time has flown so fast, I can hardly catch my breath.

When they said welcome to the world of business, it means welcome to weeks without a day off. Fast foods. Headache. Sleepless nights. And gaining a few extra kilos when you least expecting it.  They were not lying.

When they said making big bucks was the main purpose, it means you need to burn a big hole in your pocket before you can earn more. Lose some. Earn some. Betrayed. Cheated. Manipulated. I’ve gone through some. It was never easy as it sounds. And they were not lying.

When they said entrepreneurs will reach a serious profitibilty after seven years of starting off a business, don’t lose your preseverence. Fight your lust and delay any sort of instant gratification. New cars. Expensive handphones. Latest gadgets. Forget it. Don’t break the law. They were seriously not lying.

When they say I am too young for this business, they were not lying. And that will only make me stronger, in some ways. Regardless how I feel right now.

Obstacles will make or break you. It’s about time to grow up. And I am not lying.

Yes, right. What’s my age again?