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.

Assalamualaikum =)

Saya diserang penyakit misteri (kerana ketiadaan XTRASHARP agaknya), pening dan loya semenjak Khamis hingga Sabtu. Menjelang Ahad, Alhamdulillah, saya beransur sihat. Mimpi yang pelik mengganggu beberapa malam kebelakangan ini, saya banyak termenung dan berfikir. Kadang- kadang sedih. Khuatir sekiranya sesuatu yang tidak baik berlaku. Harapnya Allah memudahkan perjalanan hidup ini, amiin.

Mungkin apa yang merunsingkan saya mungkin sekali berkenaan dengan jawapan temuduga yang saya jalani pada Mac lalu. Mengikut jangkaan, jawapan akan diberikan kepada calon yang berjaya pada akhir bulan ini. Saya gusar, walhal ayah yakin yang saya berjaya di dalam temuduga itu. Sukarnya apabila meningkat dewasa, kebolehan membuat keputusan seakan-akan semakin pudar dan samar. Segalanya bergantung kepada bagaimana kita mahu masa depan kita kelihatan. Indah, mewah, sayup atau sepi? Seakan-akan janggal apabila apa yang kita yakin dapat dilakukan, apa yang kita mahukan, seolah-olah terlepas dari genggaman hanya dengan kejumudan akal yang berlaku barang sedetik cuma. Kemampuan menghasilkan keputusan yang tepat, tidak semudah membayangkan masa depan yang penuh dengan warna-warni. Kata-kata akhir yang dikeluarkan mugkin menjadi penyelamat atau pemusnah. Jadi bagaimana? Selarikah akal bertindak dengan rintihan jiwa yang mentah? Sanggupkah nafsu ditundukkan lalu mengharung onak dan badai?

Saya masih menganggap diri sebagai pelajar yang serba kekurangan; belajar dari pemerhatian, memantau dari firasat hati, sambil berjalan dan kadang-kadang berlari. Saya jatuh. Saya luka dan menangis tetapi saya sedar, pengalaman inilah yang akan mendewasakan saya. Mungkin barangkali saya sudah dianggap dewasa oleh teman-teman seusia, kawan-kawan ayah dan ibu, namun, jauh di sudut hati, saya masih ingin menjadi normal; seorang remaja yang berusia 22 tahun, yang tidak mahu terlalu cepat belajar mengenai hidup. Tapi saya tidak tahu mengapa, saya rasakan yang terlalu banyak perkara yang ingin saya lakukan, terlalu berat agenda yang saya susun, terlalu cepat masa berlalu.. Saya harus menjadi dewasa, walaupun hati nakal saya memujuk untuk memperlahankan langkah, berhenti berehat, jalan-jalan, makan-makan..

Kadang-kadang saya rasakan tanggungjawab yang saya pikul sebagai seorang anak, seorang wanita, seorang usahawan Muslim, dan seorang hamba kepada yang Maha Kuasa, adalah pendorong kepada semangat dalaman ini. Saya hanya seorang manusia yang penuh dengan kekurangan, anak yang kadang-kadang agak degil, wanita yang tidak suka mengikuti fesyen terkini, usahawan yang cuba memberikan yang terbaik dan hamba yang sentiasa terleka, kadang-kadang alpa dibuai masa. Namun, di dasar hati, saya ingin berjaya secepat mungkin. Saya mahu kejayaan dan limpahan rezeki ini berterusan di bawah redha dan rahmatNya, agar saya dapat dan sempat menabur bakti dengan sangat-sangat sebagai seorang anak, wanita, usahawan dan hamba terhadapNYa. Mungkin inilah azam yang secara tidak lansung telah mendewasakan saya. Mungkin.

Tidak adil bagi saya memaksa diri untuk bekerja terlalu keras. Tapi apa yang penting, dengan doa yang saya panjatkan ke hadrat Ilahi, saya mohon agar saya dapat membuat keputusan yang baik dalam kehidupan, agar dengan keputusan-keputusan ini, saya dapat mengecapi kebahagiaan dan kejayaan dalam hidup. Redha dengan setiap ujian. Tabah dengan setiap dugaan, insya-Allah.

Walaubagaimanapun, hari ini, alhamdulillah, pertemuan USAHANITA berjalan lancar. Gembiranya saya apabila dapat bertemu dengan ramai sahabat-sahabat usahawan yang baru dan mendaftar sebagai ahli. Juga beberapa sahabat ibu yang dengan girangnya memeluk saya sambil berkata, ‘Awaklah Munirah!’ sambil tersenyum riang dan memuji-muji kecomelan cupcakes saya. Aish.. Berbunga-bunga hati Bunyi macam berpotensi menjadi calon menantu je

Tapi mungkin, dengan jeans lusuh dan sneakers nike usang itu tidak melayakkan saya terampil sebagai calon menantu pilihan barangkali. Hahaha. Ada seorang kakak menjangka yang saya telahpun berkahwin dan mempunyai anak! Biar betul akak ni.. Hahaha. Saya mungkin memerlukan wardrobe makeover barangkali.

Alhamdulillah. Hari ini indah. Mungkin akan lebih indah sekiranya MU dapat ke Final FA CUP.

Mohon dengan sangat

Salam hormat.

Salam to all.

As how life could have been endlessly blessed by Him, I came to my senses that I am truly fortunate for this love and bliss He had showered, for how I, sometimes, shamefully forgot to be grateful. All praises in the world for Allah the Lord, for this prosperous life I’m living, for these superbly wonderful family I have, caring friends and a picture perfect of a little bit of everything in compose. Thank you Allah. And I can’t thank enough.

Last week had been great. I’ve made several customized VIP souvenirs for a school’s function, entertained ‘my first customer’ of UiTM and Mahsa College’s practical nurses. Thank you for your trust and support. I received an order for a YB birthday somewhere next week. Nice. I registered myself for Seminar Asas Perniagaan organized by MARA Kuala Pilah. Plus, Peggy Porschen is coming to Malaysia and ICCA is inviting me to attend her cake decorating classes! She’s like a goddess of modern cake decorator and I figured that the offer is very much irresistible despite the dear amount of fee!~ ‘Mom, PLEASEE.. can I go? =D’

MU had been in a great shape too! Macheda had swept me of my feet for his super heroic magical touches since they had fortunately been (perfectly) placed in order for MU to stay at the top of the table. Come on dear, 8 more games to go

I’ve successfully downloaded Brian Tracy’s audio program as well. Best bangat!

My addiction to TV, on the other hands, has become a habit which is not good though. Shark, Spongebob Squarepants, Brothers& Sisters, Samantha Who, and a few more sitcoms had kept my eyes glued to the box and that’s when my work has to be postponed. Hmm. Got to get rid of this, aite?!

By this Sunday is another function of Hari Bertemu Pelanggan organized by Jabatan Pertanian Negeri Sembilan which will be held in Dato’ Bahaman Hall in Jalan Bukit, Kuala Pilah. Nice, nice. New faces,new customers and clients. Better start planning now. Or maybe after Samantha Who tonight

For this fantastic week, thank you Allah. For my parents who are in their honeymoon in Kedah and Penang, take a good care of them, God. May they have a great time and a safe journey home. ( Sebenarnya, saya dan adik turut mahu ikut serta, tapi.. takpelah, some other time will do ;P )

Till then, best regards. I’ll upload some pictures soon.

p/s : sometimes guys can look hot in pink, don’t you think?

He’s adorable, doesn’t he?

This is my latest birthday cake order. By this weekend is another ‘hantaran’ cupcakes with apple pie and some brownies. Coming Friday is another order for SM Zaaba’s kiosk – 100 pieces of sweet buns ( Thank you Puan Rohana)

Yup. I’m keeping up. Siapa cakap buat roti senang, memang penipu =P

I went to the bank yesterday. While I was waiting for my turn, I could see a few women with very VERY plain and simple attire, depositing a VERY huge amount of money into their respective accounts. They were quite casual. No designer handbags, larger-than-the-face sunglasses, nor that they wear any make-ups or high heels. They smiled gracefully, chatted at ease. And God, I felt touched. I did! I didn’t judge people with their money. I didn’t judge people base on their appearances either. It’s just that these wonderful women were super humble, a great attitude which is difficult to build; any person with sane mind should willingly adore and admire to. I looked up at them with great awe, realized that I’ve learned a great lesson yesterday.

I know you should too

Best regards.