Salam to everyone.

All my successes had been built on my failures – Benjamin Disraeli

Days gone by. I came to realize that May is almost at it’s end. By starting off mumbling regarding what had happened to me in the past few weeks is plain boring. Let the quote above reflects something out about ourselves. I have something else in mind.

Alhamdulillah business had been tremendously good. I can’t thank Allah enough, for His endless bless, His guidance and rahmat. Alhamdulillah. Rough patches arose every now and then but the power of tawakal had been doing it’s magic. Beyond any available prowess made achievable by men, somehow we slipped. Sometimes we forgot. But we can’t put Him aside. Trust me. He scrutinizes every un-uttered lines, every whispers in our little hearts.

For this perfect fates, I thank Him. For this gracious bliss, I thank Him. I can get very misty-eyed whenever I brought this subject up. I guess Maher Zain’s Thank you Allah will somehow describe my soul as per se.

Countless ni’mat, how should I express those in words. His gifts had never failed to surprise me. At times I thought I needed my friends to support my downs, they were not here. And I don’t blame them either, I hadn’t been there for them all the time as well. At times I thought I would cut off some ties over something which happened to be what matters most to me at the moment, Allah lose them all for good. My life had been miraculously happier without them around. Strange, but true. We just need to view it as a third party, insyaAllah, without hesitation, we’ll know what’s good and better Allah had in store for us.

I am forever seeking His bless. May WE ALL forever be under His bless.

Has He counts my thanks in? I never think it will be enough.

I’ll be posting some good news, insyaAllah, very very soon.

Best regards.

It’s the time of the year when embarrassment is toying with myself.

Time to knock some great senses back into my head, send wishful hopes and thoughts out so that God can listen and angels can smile.

Yesterday was my birthday. But why am I feeling ashamed?

I had no ulterior intention of down-siding the true meaning of a birthday celebration. Very selfish of me when I personally think that birthday is just another mark of a year full of mistakes and honors, plus with anything else in between. A birthday is just another day. A day to make a great muhasabah of oneself, whatever one had achieved and one did not.

A day to mark an additional digit to your age. A day to realize you’re growing older and ponder if you have what it takes to diligently bring yourself out in the real world for at least another year.

A day to try not to cry for all the things you wished you shouldn’t do in the past 365 days.

A day that leaves you with an unenviable question, how come your friends can remember your birthday and took sometime off to write down those heart-warming wishes while you on the other hands, did not do the same?

Why?

I hate to admit I never really like to celebrate mine. It shows the bad side of me. But it shouldn’t be comprehend that others feel the same way too.

Some people just happened to enjoy their birthdays to the fullest. And I should learn how to remember theirs despite how busy and hectic life I may be having, through out the next whole year..and more years to come, right?

Somehow, tears stung my eyes. For all His bless, for all this super great family, for all my  fantastic friends, for all amazing clients; I hope they understand my flaws at ease and forgive me for all my wrongdoings.

Ayah, I enjoyed watching endless football matches with you. Screaming in joy, exchanging high fives, curses and praises; these are what made us a perfect companion for each other. A match is not worth watching without you by my side. Afterall, love is a verb. I don’t know how to tell you how much I love you but I know, somehow, deep down inside, you’d understand that you mean the world to me. Thanks for this sepet eyes, thanks for igniting the passion for football in me. Thanks for those hugs and words of wisdom. Thanks for trusting in me. Thanks for those countless support. Thanks for those breakfasts and lunches and dinners while in while it should have been a part of my duty as a daughter to you. Thanks for remembering my favourites. And the most important thing of all, thank you for understanding me. Thank you for all those chances you asked me to seize. I love you ayah. So much.

Mak, this road I’m taking is undeniably honey-combed with great pain. I stumbled, I fell and I learn not to weep. The only thing that keeps me running is your faith in me. Even at my lowest point of life, you’re still here to sing me lullabies and cheer me up with your voices from heaven. Did I make you proud? Can I still be able to make you prouder?

For your extreme patience, thank you. For your perfect judgment and sensible chants, for those unconditional love and affection, for your endless support and profundities; I humbly thank you. I can’t ask Allah for a greater gift than you. I love you mak. So much.

To my great clan; shoot me for I’ve been a great pain in the ass. Slap me for I’ve been messing our perfect little house with my things. Punch me for I had sometimes being boastful and proud over these few victories. Scold me after all my wrongdoings, congenital habits and unintentionally hurtful words. Do whatever you wish you want to, but I will never stop thanking Him for giving me a group of sincere yet outspoken critics. I will never stop loving you for all those bittersweet times we shared as we grew up. And I will never forget your beautifully phrased praises for all things I’ve managed to achieve by far. Sisters and bro, I love you so much.

Supportive friends and creditable clients, you have a special place in my heart where He knows what I’ve been praying out for all this while.The world may sometimes be ruthless. The people may somehow turn toxic and poisonous. But I do hope you can bear with me. I may forget more birthdays, I may even forget some names. But I pray so hard so that those encouraging words and ripple of pride will stay vivid in my memory. I love you guys. So much.

Ya Allah, thank you for all those lessons of life. Thank you for another great year I had lived on. Thank you for Your bless. Thank you for making my dreams came true. Thank you for Your trials and tests. Thank you so much dear God. Lead us all to the correct path.

Gosh, it’s more like a prolix already!

Take care all.

Endless love,

SITI MUNIRAH SULAIMAN

Salam and a great, great hello to everyone.

I’ve been in a great spirit. Regarding on one big project I’ve mentioned in the previous post, I managed to pull it through with an awful lot of difficulties. But first, sembah takzim dan tahniah buat Ke Bawah Duli Yang Maha Mulia, Tuanku Muhriz ibni Almarhum Tuanku Munawir upon His Highness installation as the 11th Yamtuan of Negri Sembilan. As a Negri native, I felt extremely proud and grateful Daulat Tuanku!!

As how anyone would put it, success never come overnight. Lucky is not accidental. And failure is not an option.

I’ve decided to choose victory, despite the dear price that I have to pay. Failures came and went as they pleased but I looked up at them as opportunities to learn something new. I might be very much inexperienced (as how some of my lecturers put it), I might as well learned everything the hard way. But I know, somehow, I’ve made my mind. I know what I want and where I am heading.

(Mr. XX, thank you for the irresistible offer, but no, I don’t want to be a pastry chef~)

There’s a long way to go, though.

But Alhamdulillah. Patience pays it’s price. Everytime I come to think about it, I wished I could do a little bit better, a little bit faster, a little bit nicer; a little bit more of everything. But nope, Allah had wrote my path according to His plan. The timing is just perfect. Just perfect.

With so many dreams in one hand and tireless effort in the other, growing up with supportive family and friends is a huge rahmat. I might weep and smile all at the same time, but for those who know me better, I wouldn’t be able to stand this tall without their support. Unintentionally done, I might forget an awful lot of birthdays, missed a handful of gatherings, weddings and God-knows what else, but please remember one thing; I never missed praying for everybody’s good health and prosperous life, every single day.

I know this journey might ruin a few bonds.

And I couldn’t do anything about it.

To those who understood, thank you.

*****************************************************************************

One of my 100-things-to-do-before-I-die-list had come true.

#17 Serve my cake to a King.

It’s been a great year.

Even I’ve accomplished #5 Watch MU plays in front of my bare eyes. And a few more of #’s [ of which I couldn't spare the details, yet ]. But anyhow, all praises to Allah for this bless. Alhamdulillah..

Till then, have faith in yourself. Do whatever it takes to achieve your dreams. Impossible is indeed, nothing. You need to stumble before you can run.

Best regards

p/s : A huge thanks to Tengku Tina of Istana Besar Seri Menanti for making one of my biggest dream come true. To my dear friends; Aini, Along, Syikin, Fifa and Nadiah, what would I be without you guys. Last but not least, Kak Lin, for all those encouraging words. Thanks a lot.

Honoured : With YAM Tunku Ali Redhauddin ibni Tuanku Muhriz and friends.

Assalamualaikum everyone

Gosh, it’s been forever since my last post! My laptop had finally ‘gone’ ( the motherboard had broken beyond repair~) and yes, it was not the only reason why I hadn’t write for quite sometimes now. I am grateful too, as my brother had retrieved all of my pictures and data to an external hard disk just a few days before the laptop couldn’t be able to function. Thank God.

And before it is too late, SALAM AIDILFITRI and MAAF ZAHIR BATIN; from the bottom of my heart! I’m missing my parents terribly, wishing I can lepak with my dear friends and chat about life. But no, life has to move on. A big project is coming about and I can’t wait to tell you about it, soon..

Ok, I give you a hint. I am seriously in need of funds for the moment. Ada jutawan yang dermawan tak kat Pilah ni?

I had a lot to mumble around about, and yet, I am running out of time. As soon as I can spare some time, I promise I’ll upload more pictures.

Till then, take care and best regards

p/s : I just saw Tunku Ali driving his Mercedes with his sunglasses on. Uhh..

I fell in love all over again with Sami Yusuf.

I can’t remember when was the last time I cry profusely. But this beautifully composed song by him, Try Not To Cry, was by far, the most touching song I’ve ever heard after NowSeeHeart’s Damai Yang Hilang.

The feeling of helplessness engulfed me all night, with the views of innocent children of Palestine suffered from a sin they never made, keep on replaying in my head.

Were we being grateful enough towards all the blessings HE had showered? Or had HIS rahmat only drove us blindly to fulfill one’s desire, thus amounting countless mistakes and errors in life?

Hmm, a little boy shot in the head
Just another kid sent out to get some bread
Not the first murder nor the last
Again and again a repetition of the past
Since the very first day same story
Young ones, old ones, some glory
How can it be, has the whole world turned blind?
Or is it just ’cause it’s only affecting my kind?!
If these walls could speak,
imagine what would they say
For me in this path that I walk on
there’s only one way
Bullets may kill, bones may break
Still I throw stones like David before

I will try not to cry. Pray hard the suffering will be soon over. Pray hard.

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

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

\

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