Salam and hello to all..

It’s been quite some time since my last post. A lot of things had happened, eventually,. Some of those were pleasant[very!] and wonderful while some were not that very much inviting~

As the time of writing, I am at one of the CC in town, an indication of my defective laptop has been  protested upon my workloads. I got easily tired these past few weeks. Another stray of errands that needed to be done while in hope everything can be worked out fine, as quickly as possible. My sister already went back to Penang, to continue her studies in Master in USM. So, by that means, I literally have no assistant for the time being. And it doesn’t feel great at all. I was down with flu, sore throat and cough ever since my return from visiting my parents in Perlis. The thought of me boarding planes and crossing Malaysia-Thai border sent possibility-signals of H1N1 infection. But nope, alhamdulillah. My family-doctor just confirmed that yesterday. I am perfectly fine now. It’s just the usual flu and he asked me for extra rest. Hmmm…

By the way, wish me luck for my search for a bakery. I wish to hear some good news by tomorrow

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

Salam and a great hello

It’s been a while since my last post. A string of errands kept my hands literally off writing, although I have a lot of things in mind.

A 4-day seminar I had last week was great. Besides being able to meet a lot of new friends, we were exposed to the real situation of the business world which is neither smooth-flowing nor merciful. Huh. I didn’t mean to make it sound very difficult, but the truth is there. Having a heart as cold as an ice, being brave and bold are just a few of other necessities needed in an entrepreneur, maybe.. And I am nowhere near that after all. Not yet.

But, anyway, here goes some interesting facts:

• a 28 yo female entrepreneur made RM250 000 in sales for these past 5 months, selling mee kuning, alone;
• a 40 yo male businessman made RM1.3 million in sales per month by manufacturing and selling kerepek ubi;
• a male friend who made RM 12 000 per month by working for a factory, quitted his job and started a cookie-making business in a large scale;

And on top of that, these are successful Muslim entrepreneurs who dreamt big and achieve what they hearts desire.

God, You know what’s mine

p/s : missing mak and ayah terribly.. can’t wait to go up north

This is not exactly what I have in mind.

Dreams come and go. Efforts are in the same quantity, but in lesser quality.

My mind told me to figure this out but my body repels. I know that this is not good.

Everything regarding business has been working out well. I really have to look after a/some worker/s as the demand for my products had been growing higher each coming day. Last month alone, we had secured a 40% increase of sales, Alhamdulillah. Good news to LemonVanilla Foundation For Kids. Greater news for Tabung Bersamamu Palestin, Jamaah Islah Malaysia. But then, higher demand means higher quantity of products has to be well-prepared for the customers. And higher volume means?? More work, less play and greater number of manpower. The thought of having to go through this alone is unbearable. I wished mak and ayah can stay home forever…

And how much I wish I can push the utmost of myself just like how my huge crush did it = Bear Grylls

If he can climb Everest at the age of 23, why can’t I?

If he can drink his own urine for the sake of survival, why shouldn’t I? ( Although I know I won’t )

How am I going to survive this situation would probably be easier if Mr. Bear is around, pushing me off my limits by chanting that nothing is impossible~

*more excuses, eh, lazybum?*

But he’s one gorgeous guy/husband/dad. How much I adore him

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Anyhow, I’m writing this off from my sister’s lappy. I’ll upload some pictures soon

Till then, best regards

Salam and a good hello to all.

Last week was probably the busiest week in May. The school holiday started, mak and ayah had safely arrived on Saturday. My sister came home in great spirit. Orders were pouring in from more new clients. We had successfully catered for 2 weddings and a few ‘hantaran’. Several birthday cakes orders along the way. I thought I could take a break, then, as always, I couldn’t. We went and watched movie yesterday and I still received several phone calls throughout the day. Nah, my mum did say that I can’t enjoyed the school holidays as everybody else does. Hmm.. a path I chose aite?

I’ve enjoyed every second of the day with my mum and dad around. Mum had an eagle eye for every single thing we’ve missed to spot. Very cool. And very instinctively motherly, don’t you think? I admit we had left the house in quite a ‘nice’ condition since she left. Haha.. And the moment they decided to come home, me and my sisters started a clean-up ‘operation’, not because we want to impress them, it’s just a show-tell of “Mak, you can rely on us, we can take care of the house”. Although our mission had successfully accomplished, it was not from my mom’s point of view. She’s the supermum~

A couple of pics will be up soon. For these few more days’ time, we will be busy again. My parents will be heading north tomorrow night. I, on the other hand will have to start my quest in searching for a reliable assistant. Anyone?

Would love to have an early bedtime. Night everyone.

Best regards

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