lemonvanilla

My own website :)

2009-03-03T19:14:00.000-08:00

Yeay!
I'm officially moved to my own website > www.sitimunirah.com

Any rantings and further rumblings are going to be written there :)

Official website for my company will be www.lemonvanilla.com

Surprisingly still, I can't push blogging away from my daily life. Any comments and feed-backs are most welcomed :)

For all the good course~

2008-12-24T19:30:00.000-08:00

Orders are pouring in.
Alhamdulillah.

My long-awaited single deck oven has finally arrived last week.
Alhamdulillah.

And together with my stainless steel working table.
Alhamdulillah.

My personal loan has been granted yesterday.
Alhamdulillah.

I went to a 3 days' seminar in PD last Sunday and met the man of my dream...*wink!*
Super duper alhamdulillah =)

I'll keep the rest of the details to myself anyhow.
Full commitments are required at this stage.

And that's it.
I'll be leaving blogging for good.

Thanks for reading my personal [and somehow foolish] views.
For any unintentionally harsh words that I happened to use during blogging, please understand that it occured without my stable sanity, and I greatly apologize.

And last but not least, keep on writing as I'll keep on reading your blogs [whenever I can spare some time]
I might not be able to leave any comment at published entries anymore, but that doesn't necessarily mean that all the great bloggers are easily forgotten.

Good luck in life.
I have to chase some dreams~ =)

When I started to swear...

2008-12-15T18:50:00.000-08:00

There were only 3 types of person that can trigger my anger:

1. Phony
2. Pretender

and,

3. Hypocrite

Get out of my life. No girls look decent while swearing.

What happened to Malaysia's football team?

2008-12-10T11:00:00.000-08:00

I wore my goofy face.
My head went haywire.
My system rebelled on me.
Pugnacity had it's spell all over me.
Lucky I couldn't find any victim, yet.

Malaysia's team lost to Thailand.
Expected, but I had had strong faith in them.
I had strong faith in Syed Adney.
Why Adney, why??
Were Malaysian goalkeepers had been cursed by the Thais?

[I might turn this blog to a football reviews' forum perhaps, I guess old habit dies hard]

What FAM have to comment upon this?
Malaysian fans haven't been supportive enough?
The field was not in proper condition, puddled and muddy?
Players were homesick since they celebrated Raya Haji in a land far, far away?
Lack of training?
Lack of coaching?
Lack of players' discipline?

???

Sathianathan had caused a public nuisance upon Helmi Eliza's careless blunder.
Team's spirit had weakened by their coach's selfless act.
Syed Adney was sounded a little bit Schadenfreude.
The midfielders were plain weak.
In short, the opposing side were way too mighty for Malaysians' team.
Macam gajah lawan kambing.

I personally think this was more than a little pique.
The blame game is going nowhere.
Forgive me if I sounded bias, but I watched the game.
I didn't just watched the news.

And I wished Malaysian team can perform much better next time.
Stop politicizing football, FAM.
We need to see new, fresh and talented faces for the team.
It's time to put Harimau Malaya to where it deserves to be >> at the top!

*I am still MU's greatest fan ;)*

Takdir itu untukku~~

2008-12-10T08:20:00.000-08:00

Mutiara jernih berguguran.
Kupanjatkan doa kudus dalam sedan.
Takbir yang bergema menggetar sanubari,
menghiris nurani,
menginsafi diri.
Kukira Tuhan mahu aku sedar.
Kukira Tuhan mahu aku bangun.
Aku telah hanyut.
Dalam hasutan bodoh para musuh-Nya.

Purnama mengambang indah.
Kukira segala bintang yang bertaburan di dada langit.
Tidak terbilang.
Begitu juga rahmat dan redha-Nya.
Tidak akan mampu kuhitung.
Apakah aku sanggup membayangkan bilangan dosaku pula?
Aku kaku.

Aku telah tewas.
Dengan sekecil musibah.
Dengan sekelibat masalah.
Dengan seuntai kemajalan pesongan akidah.
Aku mengalah.
Aku rebah.
Gelisah.
Keluh-kesah.

Siapa aku di sisi-Nya?
Siapa?
Layakkah aku menyalahkan takdir terindah ciptaan-Nya?
Wajarkah?!

Aku pelasuh mainan waktu.
Aku intai harapan dalam teleku.
Aku bina impian di atas debu.
Goblokkah aku?
Merengkah akalku?

Lalu aku rodok diri yang sendu.
Aku bangun menghayun laju.
Kerna sememangnya aku sedar.
Takdir itu tercipta untukku!

----- perishable mood mode ------

2008-12-09T08:47:00.000-08:00

It's been quite a while where I had had the whole house by myself (plus my cats).
The every second of my life was filled with me, ayah & mak ( and my other 18 anak-anak )
I enjoyed the very best moments of my life, not until, my sisters came home.

What I thought would be another family reunion turned out to be something else.
I had a war to fight.
A battle of excruciating mood swings.
It's perishable.
It's short-lived.
But it leaves a stinky smell afterward.

* I sounded too self-centered*

Getting rid of this awful situation was not as easy as I thought.

I've ended up spilling my heart out to a mere stranger,
i.e. humiliating myself, hoping he'd had amnesia if I happen to meet him by force/accident.

And another long of I-wished-these-had-never-happened-now list :

- my handphone broke down
- my 'so-called friends' called me out of the blue for A LOT of favours
- I still can't comprehend wordpress
- I need to make up my website before 22nd of dec, and yet, I couldn't find better ways of doing it
- my sisters are going for a vacation but I have to stay home since I have more last-minute's orders

and last, but not least,

- Malaysia lost shamefully to Vietnam [ I adored you Helmy Eliza, but the 3rd goal??]

I think it's time for me to get a husband.

So I can pour my heart out and he can still nod in agreement with every word I say.
At least..

But on the second thought,

I think I need a maid!

A little of everything ~~

2008-12-09T08:15:00.000-08:00

Little that I feel,
that hands that touched,
seed the beauty of love.

Little that I saw,
the eyes that watched,
had pictured beautiful thoughtful hopes.

Little that I heard,
that ears that listened,
scarred a deep wound inside.

Little that I realized,
people rather to be left behind,
to push their loved ones forward.

Little that I care,
that life is a bless,
yet I still keep on complaining.

Little that I desire,
I should look at the bright side of everything,
instead of running away from my downs.

Letters from Kelantan ;)

2008-12-03T23:33:00.000-08:00

Working on my old wardrobe today. My dad had it shifted from my kampung. After 4 years remained untouched, the closet was still undeniably in a pretty good condition. And full of surprises too!

So today, with the help from my dear little sister, we had a small discussion of planning to renovate our rooms with the additional wardrobe, and yes, we thought the time had finally come to get rid of our old, unused clothes.

With great determination and pirates-of-the-caribbean-like spirit, we divided our tasks and the operation begun.
There were sneezing and screaming, here and there.
[We were both allergic to dust and I am afraid of roaches]
But there were more founding to my sheer delight.
Which made me grin (and laugh), unnoticed:

1. David Beckham of Manchester's poster.
I was a huge fan of him while he was still in MU. His boyish smile, laid-back personality, his super well-bended free-kicks and well, his hot bod was not an easily erased picture from any girl's wondering mind, eh? ;) [it's a perpetual curse, anyway]

I used to hang his posters (plus the rest of his teammates, I'm not that bias, ok?) on my bedroom's wall. That was when my conscious mind can only accept the fact that MU was the ONLY greatest football club in the world. As soon as some senses [and correct level of hormones ] had knock back into my head, the way I evaluate football was no longer just about those gorgeous faces. I am still MU's die-hard fan, and I will still keep that poster on my closet's wall. I watched Serie A too nowadays.

2. MU's grey hat.
I bought it when I was 16 at mufc KLCC. This hat used to be my companion whenever I went out for jogging or playing tennis. I thought I've lost it somewhere back in college, but well, I did not! You can't imagine how thrilled I was when I found it under a pile of clothes. I wore it all day long, even when I was taking my afternoon's nap and still am, now [fyi, it's already 12:56am ;)]

And last but not least,

3. Letters from Kelantan.
I did have friends from Kelantan. But this sender was a complete stranger to me. Those letters were sent to me back in 2004. I've never replied but if I put myself in his shoes, I would have been devastated for waiting. Let me extract a few of his (long) lines in those letters:

Menemui saudari Siti Munirah, semoga saudari berada dalam keadaan sihat hendaknya.

Tujuan saya menulis surat kepada saudari kerana saya ingin berkenalan dengan saudari.

Apakah azam saudari pada tahun baru (2004)?

Inilah maklumat diri saya:
Nama: xxx xxxxxxxx xxx xxxxxxxx
Alamat: Lot xxxx, Kg Chekok, Chetok, Pasir Mas, Kelantan

Kg. Chekok terletak di hulu kawasan Pasir Mas berhampiran sempadan Tanah Merah. Pada permulaan sempadan Tanah Merah terdapat sebuah bukit iaitu Bukit Panau.

Diharapkan saudari berbahagia dan ceria.

Should I reply these letters? His handwriting was kinda neat anyway :)
I feel bad for not replying though.
He had to forgive me since we've moved out in a hurry.
Sorry, XXX!

p/s : I forgot harga minyak dah turun! This morning I pumped in MYR5 worth of petrol for my nearly-empty motorcycle's tank. Guess what? Melimpah! Lucky it was me with the pump attendant only. Malunye! :)

Lesbianism in me?

2008-12-02T03:02:00.001-08:00

I was not the type of person who usually went ga-ga over guys.
More often than not, my taste for guys faded over the years, according to my friends.
I watched the Ellen deGeneres shows all the time.
I think Kristen Stewart is drop-dead gorgeous.
Most of my belongings are from nike.
I wore clothes from bundle shops and pasar malam too.
I used the same shoes for over 5 years' time.
I think make-ups are for people with low self-confidence level.
I never buy any.
I played tennis.
I enjoyed sweating under the sun.
I love beaches.
I climbed mountains.
I excessively hate shopping.
I hate high heels.
I prefer riding motorcycle than driving a car.
I enjoyed watching football since I was 9.
I even went to stadiums to watch some.
And I never went out on a date.
But that doesn't mean I'm a lesbian.
Though I had some bad experiences being chased by some.
And still ongoing.
But I am not.
Period.

p/s : I have a huge crush over this one REALLY HOT guy!
So please, don't mistaken me for a lesbian.
I DO have feelings for the opposite sex :)

Am I a perfectionist?

2008-11-26T18:54:00.000-08:00

How we actually define one?

The greatest fear for a perfectionist is to be flawed and their ultimate goal is perfection.
Simply said.

I just read definitions for perfectionism on Wikipedia.
It scares the hell out of me as I figured out that I, unintentionally, has been behaving as one for as long as I can remember.
[I thought all this while my friends had got me wrong]

Dush.
This is not good.

Normal perfectionists "derive a very real sense of pleasure from the labours of a painstaking effort" while neurotic perfectionists are "unable to feel satisfaction because in their own eyes they never seem to do things [well] enough to warrant that feeling".

Perfectionists are people who strain compulsively and unremittingly toward impossible goals and who measure their own worth entirely in terms of productivity and accomplishment.

I can't be possibly blaming myself for these.
Maybe it was genetically passed down to me by my great ancestors or some kind like that.
[excuse, excuse]

You might think that a perfectionist is a workaholic.
One does not stop working until everything is in place according to one's expectation.

You can be wrong.

A perfectionist is a person who procrastinates a lot too.
[which clearly defines my state of condition now]

'I can't start off my task until I know the right way to do it'
'I can't start mopping if I don't use lavender-scented floor cleaner'
'I can't start rearrange my baking ingredients because I don't have those stack able containers like those in the Chef at Home's show'

I reproach myself after the smallest error, such as a word out of place or a misspelled word (even in my text messages or emails);
I might be so intent on finding the perfect mate that I probably will never settle down;
I am now a devoted procrastinator (yuhuuu!);
and I can be exceptionally sensitive to criticism.
[this explains why I never do a follow-up with my customer]

*I just don't dare to ask, 'How was the cake? Do you like it?'*

Now I know why I can't/won't be a good businessperson.

Back when I was training in the factory, I encountered the same problem too.

Whenever it was the time for packing, I would leave products that were not-so-perfect behind.
Only the perfect ones will go into 'my' boxes.
And mind you, the not-so-perfect ones were actually still can go out of the production lines.
It's just that it won't happen from my side.
I want my boxes of shipment to be flawless.
As if I was the one who will receive them.
And I freak out too whenever I have to work with those who care less about perfection.
Which reminded me of my college days where I have to nag and shout and scream in my kitchen because my group members frequently leave the table dirty and the mis-en-place was everywhere.

It was tiring anyway.
It's not that I don't try to change.
I just can't.

When I was trying to do my bit for my high school batch's reunion, I eventually walked away.
Simply because they can't do it according to my way.
I want to ensure everyone's safety.
I tried to be in everybody else's shoes.
I just want a less troublesome vacation.
I enjoy the sense of taking control over something but that's not how they want it.
I was trying to help, that's all.
I've done my research and I've updated anything possible but they might have taken me for granted, that this whole thing was not as serious as anyone but me should handle it.

Now I don't feel like going anymore.
Things would have been so much better if I can be as normal as others, I think.

A match worth watching?

2008-11-22T08:33:00.000-08:00

Malaysians treated them like kings.

Bjorn Borg.
John McEnroe.
Roger Federer.
James Blake.

People were wooing, shouting, screaming their 'kings' names out of their lungs.
Ran after them for precious autographs, quick kisses and admiring glances.

Fans were still be fans.
There's nothing wrong with that.
I've done it over enthusiastically last year.
Watching Federer swoops his racquet right in front of my eyes were just surreal.

But not anymore.
Not this year or in the years to come.
Not unless I step foot in any of the Grand Slams' tennis arenas.

I wonder why Malaysians are so proud of them. Instead of nurturing young Malaysians guns to some tennis monsters, we would prefer to celebrate those famous ones than our own.

Once a year.
And they played a warm-up game, I tell you.
1 set aje?
You got to be kidding me.

We were like puppets, worshiping something that is not worth worshiping.

The umpire was not serious at all.
He can't answer McEnroe's inquiries.
The linesmen were making false calls.
McEnroe 'exploded' a few times.
The ballboys were even way too slow to pick and throw those balls.
Blake was kind enough to give some help.

It's more to humiliation to Malaysia's level of sporting action, rather then being a fan for those great names in the world of tennis.

They earned almost USD3million that night alone, yet, we embarrassed ourselves with some traditional-costume-clad girls. And those players didn't even look at them.

And never in any tennis championship history that a stadium was filled by these kind of entertainment (or exhibition or a fashion parade, I have no idea) as a way to promote one's unique culture.

In Dubai Open, the organiser actually made these players wear their traditional long dress and have a photo shoot session for their tourism-boosting purposes.

So so unlike us.

It's very frustrating.

Sports are no longer cherished as competitive events where the adrenaline rush was so high, the blood may have gone out of our brain.

Instead, it's just an entertainment that we paid handsomely for.
At least for Malaysians.

Which reminded me a similar occasion when Chelsea FC came to Shah Alam for a friendly match last July.
I was there.
The stadium was almost packed.
And most of the people were supporting Chelsea instead of Malaysia.
None of that I care about.
I might as well supported MU if they are here for a match.
It's the support Malaysians show for our local sports/groups/teams.
In any local league match, the attendance of fans that surprisingly high is totally questionable, probably impossible.

We Malaysians expect the best of everything.
Yet, we always fail to deliver on our own.

[I wrote this article last week, but only managed to publish it today. Expect me to post multiple entries in these few days time. I'm still recovering from chikungunya :( ]

Chikunguwhat?

2008-11-18T02:42:00.000-08:00

It's Chikungunya..
Commonly mistaken as dengue due to it's similar cynical symptoms but it is not.
Symptoms of Chikungunya:
1. High fever
2. Rashes
3. Chronic joints pain (which will last for > 3months)
4. Concurrent deaths

Wait,
concurrent deaths?

According to an article, this applied to elderly people with low immunity level plus could be fatal for pregnant women too.

(Thank God I am not that old and so not pregnant)

It is contagious but only through mosquitoes bites.

Yup.
Previous victims were my neighbours, more neighbours and my dad.

I've been suspected by my family doctor to carry the virus for these past few days.

Sakit badan, sengal etc.

The moment I thought that I'm doing just fine, the fever is gone, I sweat and perspired; my joints ache again.

I've drank bottles of 100plus for dehydration as there are no specific cure for this disease.
Medicines are pointless at this state.

I am starving but the food taste bitter and my stool has this very weird colour (I didn't mean to sound so gross, but, well, we have to know other symptom too)

I slept and woke up and walked like a very old lady since I could not feel my feet.

Rukuk while praying is another torture.

I talked to my mom and a few moments later I forgot what it was about.
(Short-term memory loss was probably not one of the symptom, I tensed up cause I have several cake orders for the weekend and I barely feel the tip of my fingers)

The incubation period for this fever usually last for 7 days.

I die loh like this.

Thanks and sorry dad for the breakfasts and lunches and dinners.
I really want to eat but I just can't swallow.

Thanks and sorry mom for all the house chores that you have to do despite your overloaded office works.

Tangled up!

2008-11-13T20:18:00.000-08:00

Whatever I am trying to accomplish in the future must come along with my parents' blessings so that I am forever under their consent, support and bless..

Or so I thought.

I was in a sweet perfect vacation last few days. I accompanied my mum to a convention in Port Dickson. The gentle breeze of the ocean, the calming effect of the melodious waves, the perfect sunset-watching indulgence; I haven't had my private time i.e. doing nothing, for quite a long time.

As how I thought I would finally had my peace of mind, with a notebook in my hand, a pen in the other, the serene ocean view had helped me out with lots of plans and projections.

Not until I overheard my mum's talking with her other friends..

'I didn't want her to go to KL'
'Baru je ada tempat nak bermanja kat rumah'
'Baru je duduk rumah 2 bulan'
'Mana ada teman dekat rumah dah'

Erk!
I thought what she had wanted was the other way around.

There I go.
Another rigmarole nightmare happened in the naked daylight time.
Put myself back into another tangle of confusions.

I didn't put the blame on my mum.
Any mother would love to have their children around.
Especially when the children had been away from home for so long.

I didn't know what to say.

I stared at the ocean, secretly wished that some solutions might pop up from waves or written somewhere on the sand.

I do wished I can please myself and all at the same time, I can be able to take a very good care over my mum's feelings.

Which is quite impossible in my condition.

Probably going back to KL is not a very good idea after all.

A daughter has to put her mum's needs first, under whatever circumstances she is in.

I'll only exacerbate the whole situation if I stick to my plan.
Without a mum's bless, any human can't achieve greatly in life.

I love you, mak.
I think I'll stay.

Reward of the day~

2008-11-10T08:35:00.000-08:00

I sold this cake for the price of MYR 80.
[ I know it's quite cheap, I'm in Kuala Pilah laa:P]
2+kg of ganache coated super moist chocolate cake.
The cake was undeniably easy to make.
Only the baking time was longer than the usual 35-45 minutes of ordinary butter cakes.
This cake is baked in a slow oven for about 1 and a half hour.

The fudge?
Piece of cake.
I mix up dairy cream with chocolate and some butter, warm it up then let it cool down.
The ganache is ready.
Assembling took place.
I arranged some jelly coated strawberries and did the writing.
My cake is done.
[I always like my cake decorations simple]

My reward?
Yup.
That MYR80.

But that's not all.
The sense of personal accomplishment counted in.
The satisfactory feeling.
The smile on the face of my customer,
it's just brighten up my day.

That's my true rewards.

Of course, additional strawberry milkshake made up my day too ^_^
The strawberries were in excess.
I happened to always have stock for vanilla ice-cream
And, well, milk is a must in my fridge.

AAaaahhhh..
YUM!

Thanks Kak Salbi, Ketua Puteri UMNO Kuala Pilah for the order :)

p/s: I still couldn't find my kitty :'(

DREAMS

2008-11-09T06:06:00.000-08:00

All men and women are born, to live, suffer and die; what distinguishes us one from another is our dreams, whether they be dreams about worldly or unworldly things, and what we do to make them come about ...

We do not choose to be born. We do not choose our parents. We do not choose our historical epoch, the country of our birth, or the immediate circumstances of our upbringing. We do not, most of us, choose to die; nor do we choose the time and conditions of our death. But within this realm of choicelessness, we do choose how we live.
-Joseph Epstein

Copy-pasted article for today.
Thanks Uncle Aziz.
It's very inspiring anyway.

I'm way too devastated to write..
My kitten went missing~~

Stupid me.
I've taken for granted my dad had count them off before their evening's meal.

Stupid.
Dumb.
Idiot.
Careless.
I'm so sorry my little kitty.

Waaaaa....!!!!

It breaks my heart :(

2008-11-08T18:49:00.000-08:00

She had the sweetest, innocent smile.
With a hearty laugh and melodious giggle, she reminded me of my pretty childhood time.
She made me grin.
Despite her admiring shyness, she walked towards me and opened up her hands.
She sat on my lap, staring into my eyes while playing with my fingers.

*Chupp!*

I had her lips sealed on my cheek.

She spoke words of the elves.
I'd like to put it in that way.
She ran around me and then led me to the swing.
I helped her to put on her tiny pink shoes.
Her silence of obedience awed me.
I smiled, again.

Then, as fate brought it, I have to leave.
She clung tight on me and started to weep.
She refused to let go.
My dam of tears was about to explode too..

I quickly gave her back to her mom,
kissed her hard on both cheeks,
ran towards my car
and slammed the door with a very broken heart.

She never stopped crying.

I felt terribly bad.

I waved goodbye in mixed emotions.

* I promised I'll come back again Nina*

Rest in peace, Crichton ~

2008-11-07T08:07:00.000-08:00

A Case Of Need - I read it when I was about 11. The novel belongs to my brother. Or maybe to one of his friend's. He had written it brilliantly under the name of Jeffrey Hudson. I found the novel yesterday, with dog-eared pages and torn covers, I have plan to reread it in this few days' time. Hails to all the good doctors.

Jurassic Park - I didn't remember when exactly I had put my hands on this book. Not really a big fan of sci-fi, thriller genre myself, but this book had keep me awake all night. A total page turner. I saluted him as Einstein in writing. Genius masterpiece.

Timeline - How on earth he could dig out all the mysterical time travel hard-to-explain science?
I know it's not possible but after reading this, I did secretly wished to go back in the past and rectify all of my silly mistakes and stupid annoying jokes ;)

ER - My favourite show before Grey's Anatomy exist. Aside from drooling over Clooney's sexy smile, Crichton's creation of ER was considered bold and extra-ordinary show of it's own.

I didn't read all of his books [my bad] neither I watched all of his novel-adaptation movies, but for being an excellent writer and thinker, he deserved a simple tribute, right from the bottom of my heart.

Michael Crichton 1942-2008

Moving back to KL.

2008-11-05T04:30:00.000-08:00

As the old Malay saying goes :

Jangan benci sangat, lama- lama suka.

Yup.
I've learned my lesson.
I hate big cities.
I swore to never live in big cities.
And now I have to go back to KL and earn my living there.
At least for a minimum time of 6 months.
I thought I should give it a try.
Talking about seizing an opportunity.

So, my dear customers in Klang Valley plus, hopefully, more in the future to come,
I'll be around, serving at my best, by this coming January , insya-Allah.
Hope to meet you guys soon and well, I pray hard so that everything will turn out just fine, in compose and as planned.

God, please bear with me.
Friends and relatives, I need your support.
Angah and Kak Ila, thanks for the given chance.
My kittens and cats, mom really hate to be parted from you guys.
And last but not least, Ayah and Mak, you know I always love to have you around.
I just have to go, yet again.

Fingers crossed, I swear to be myself no matter how seducing and enticing the outside world is; how selfish and impolite the people would be;
how snobbish and arrogant the people would behave like;
how cunning and deceiving;
how manipulating and egoistic;
God, please, let me be just me.

It's not that all city people were bad.
And it's not all about negative self-conception.
It's just a simple truth.
It's exactly how city people were portrayed.
I am just following through.

.. not a leaf falleth but He knoweth it ..
al-An'am : 59

God knows best.
Probably this is what He had destined me to do.

" The price of greatness is responsibilty "
Winston S Churchill

Alas, it's my own responsibility, striving forward and achieving goals while earning a decent money along the way, jumping over no matter what come across.

I hate big cities, but I certainly HAVE to DO this.

Bumiputera exhibition?

2008-11-02T09:26:00.000-08:00

This is just another lousy entry...

Even though I did mention I hate big cities, I went to KL yesterday.
There was this bumiputera entrepreneurship exhibition going on in PWTC, but it was not up to my expectation, at all.

There was a booth selling slimming corset etc.

Another booth selling I-can't-pronounce-the-name tudung, busana etc.

Another booth selling keropok lekor.

And another selling their so-called energetic coffee mix..

Dush..

There were only a few booths offering information regarding loans and grants but probably due to fatigue or maybe because they didn't got the time to try their neighbour's energetic coffee drink [excuses, excuses], I was treated very poorly..

I wished I could slap myself for foolishly expecting bumiputra can offer me better than these.

I didn't blame the exhibitors. Of course, they can sell whatever they want to sell. And I am glad that nobody was selling cupcakes :P

By the way, this is a sample picture of my cherry white chocolate cheesecake my brother had taken using his DSLR camera.

*angah, thanks, but u can stop grinning in proud now, please*

November it is!

2008-11-01T14:07:00.000-07:00

November!
You finally came :)

I have so many plans for this month.
Obviously, I'm going to turn 22 in the next few weeks.
It's still early, I know.
It's just a sweet little reminder for my sis.
And bro.
And cousins.
And friends..

I didn't really ask for a present, or did I? :P

Well, growing older is not a big fuss for me.
I'm still single, but being surrounded with a happy family plus friends who cared so much about me, why bother, right?
I don't think I have anything to complain around about.
I have what I want in life for the moment.
And I am as busy as a bee, working on my website which still look dull and quite pathetic (my bad!), I really don't think I can focus on building a relationship right now.

But yes, dreams are aplenty.
And to sacrifice a few in order to achieve more is just my cup of tea.
He can wait for that.
He should.

Oh heck, I don't even have that 'he' yet.
Hahahaha.

As Tina Fey of 30 Rock had put it in Oprah :

Let those men out there gain their experience about us through other women.
Let them flirt.
Let them have the relationships.
Let them get dumped and learn the hard way.
When the right time comes, they'll walk into our lives with undoubted expertise and treat us just like queens.
That's what happened to me.
And now I'm living the happiest days of my life with the man I love.
Don't worry singles!

I love you Fey :)

I'm going to bake white chocolate cherry cheesecake today.
This time is for Angah, cute sis :P

Quick overview :)

2008-10-30T21:02:00.000-07:00

Assalamualaikum..

I've been on the run for these past few days. I promised myself to write a new post today, under whatever circumstances that I might be in. So, let's just start off with my dear friend's wedding on last Saturday :

*Bed and hubby, may both of you are blessed with lots of love and.. err.. kids ;P*

As soon after the wedding ceremony plus endless model-like photo shoots, we dropped by Echah's house and eventually had a private batch's meeting betul-betul depan rumah. Hehehe.. 10 years of friends.. Time had flown by so fast :(

We reached KL later that night and had our teh tarik session in ABC Ampang and continued our conversation up till the wee hours in the morning. Barely none of us had enough sleep but since time spent is so limited and priceless, gossiping and 'patching up empty holes' were a MUST!

Still, nobody could actually believed that Bed has finallY married ;P

The next day, me and Suraya went to OU. I finally had my own copy of Peggy Porcshen's Pretty Party Cakes. I was totally thrilled :) We later savoured some BR ice-creams and hats off to the counter guy who had been so patient with me - I'm lousy at selecting - every flavour looked superbly nice and luscious.

I rambang mata so easily.
Yup.
Even if it's regarding ice-cream.
Or should I say especially regarding food.
Cakes, ice-creams, donuts.
Frappes and ice-blended.
I can't even pick one out of three..
Gheee.. ;P

Went back to Seremban, my family and I had our late lunch - steamboat.
Hot and steamy. YUM.

LR : Youngest, younger, me.

Ayah and mak :)

Monday was my I-don't-care-I-want-to-sleep day :)

I didn't sleep all day long lah.
I just slept a few extra more hours je :P

We made these on Tuesday. Cream cheese with chocolate chips pound cake :

Before bake [My sister asked, perlu ke gambar ni? :P]

After baked. Lucky only both of us were in the house :)

My sister went back Penang later that night.Together with loaves of cakes as demanded :) I, on the other hand, had to make these for today's jamuan Hari Raya as souvenirs for VVIPs together with 300 cupcakes and 18 chilled mango puddings :

-5 flower pots-

side view - (h) 9cm (l) 6cm bottom 8cm top

Purple colour, just how I like it :)

They were flower pots- cake and sugarpaste version.
A lot had mistaken them for the real ones :P
Kenapa bagi cenderahati pasu bunga pulak?
Hikhikhik.

Ok, it's time to clear up my kitchen.
Next order will be more chocolate cakes ^_^
I promise I won't bore you with more choc cake pixs :P

I need to try harder ;)

2008-10-22T22:10:00.000-07:00

mini-sized cupcakes
standard size cupcakes for 'hantaran'
another round of fancy cupcakes
these also
12" chocolate moist cake coated with ganache

I was asked a question during a recent interview with the New Straits Times,
" What makes you(myself) venture into this baking industry?"

I replied,
" Why people keep on asking me this kind of question? Isn't that obvious? Everybody has their own particular interest isn't it?"

Gulp!
That answer stuck somewhere along the throat.

I gave my best shot,
" From my early childhood's time, I've figured out that baking is one of the thing that fascinates me. You add and mix 4 to 5 ingredients together and within some period of time, you get to savour your own cakes or cookies. When people complimented your products, you feel good about yourself. Inside your heart, something whispers and tells you, this is exciting. This whole trial and taste cycle is just fantastic. I want to do this all my life. And that's how the rest of the history started."

Fuh.. Berbelit lidah.

*I just made that up*

During my school days, I figured out that Physics had excite me the most. Those equations. Those experiments. I thought I might be able to become a good physicist one day.

But things started to fall apart. During my university days, Physics were defined as sakit kepala, sakit mata (experiment), pening, I-kill-that-profs' night time ambition and list goes on. I know this is not what I want to put myself into once I started my career later in life. Kudos to all physicists out there who had managed to cope with the stress ;) [ I don't really hate my profs ;P]

As a 19 year-old (during that time), I made a huge turning point of my life. Dad was not really on my side and I almost gave up upon convincing him to trust my decision that quitting university was the best for me. He was afraid that I might somehow suffer from inferiority complex. I might not berdiri sama tinggi, duduk sama rendah with my fellow friends. Yeah, I still feel that way, ayah.

But that's got nothing to do with not pursuing my goals. I know. My goals at this very moment are not as clearer as I would like to picture them. But I have so many dreams. That alone will accompany me through any obstacles, I hope (and I pray hard too).

So here I am, trying harder to satisfy my heart's desire. I always wanted to come up with the best. For the time being, these are some of my homemade baked products. ( I meant to place them down here, but nevermind). More pictures will be uploaded soon.

*Finally my page warna-warni sikit :)*

My huge crush ^_^

2008-10-20T08:00:00.000-07:00

He has the most amazing pair of eyes. Innocent and inviting. So pure and full of lives. The moment he entered the room leave me dumb-founded. I quickly offered him a glass of drink, in hoping that I can cover up the feeling of awkwardness. He smiled and gently refused. "Dah ambil dah tadi, terima kasih."

Gosh. He was so sweet.

He politely took some food for his brother. With a pleasant shyness, I asked him his name. He answered, Aslam. What a great name that goes perfectly well with his good-mannered behaviour. With a flash of his drop-dead boyish grin, he left the room, leaving me and my precious cousin went totally ga-ga over him.

Over some great food, I watched him with great admiration. He was very patient with his brother. To know the fact that he is the son of the neighbourhood's imam makes my heart blooms. I can't deny that I had a huge crush on him.

As fate brought it, it's time for his family to say goodbye. He came to us and kindly shook our hands. I definitely wished for a more 'moment like this' :)

He finally left. I started to smile alone as my cousin praised him off. Good. I have an approval without having to ask for one. When I'm finally landed on the real world, I realized that only one thing's lacking.

He's only seven :P
The world is not fair, right?

He's going to be a very fine gentleman.
A great brother.
A fantastic son.
At least, that's one of my hopes since I'm definitely can't wait that long for him to grow up.

My crush has just gone in the wind~

True blessing ;)

2008-10-19T23:10:00.000-07:00

It's not just another Sunday..

It's a day where I was :
hugged and kissed by my dearest niece, cousins, and aunt;
complimented endlessly for my ehem, cakes (what else? hehe);
overwhelmed by true support and lengthy advices from my satu kapla cousins;
mingling with people who wore lots of bling-blings (dush!);
laughing my heart out;
savouring the BEST soto in the world;
and
rewarded handsomely for my long hours of working. Alhamdulillah ;)

Teasing. Grinning. Smiling.
I wished all my siblings could have been here together.
Things could have been so much better.

And I did all that while suffering from constipation [1 hari je, normal for others but not for me] ;P
Uncomfortable. True.
But all the other nicer feelings covered up the uneasiness :)
I was having so much fun today.

Sometimes, we might have amiss things that are just so important to us, in any way possible.
Family is a great treasure.
I thanked God today for all the love and care showered.
And more in the years to come, hopefully.

Perfect close-knit family = Priceless.

Sorry for my bad vocab. I'm too drowsy to write, but I want my feelings to be jotted down while the warmth is still there.

Thanks again, God.
This is one very fine, true blessing :)

Happier tomorrow please~

2008-10-19T04:18:00.000-07:00

I have a very strange feeling. I've done with my customers' orders and I'm dead tired. Knackered. Exhausted. My back is killing me. My legs are limping. My eyelids are as heavy as my ceramic piggy-bank. The comfortable firmness of my mattress and pillows doesn't seem to help me to sleep. Do I need someone to sing me lullaby?

It's almost 4 a.m. Lord. Something must have been terribly wrong somewhere.

I must have said something I didn't meant to say.
Or I must have keep mum for something that I have to say.

I lost for words.
My mind can't be working properly at this wee hour.
I think I have made quite an amount of stupid decisions these few days.
I think I may have considered sinful to some people who have misunderstood me.

I'm a very complex person.
Somehow, sometimes I can't even explain myself.
And yes, I do have problems starting off conversations.
For those whose hearts I've been accidentally scratched, please accept my humblest apology.
I hate this I-think-I've-made-a-mistake feeling.

If this is a kind of punishment, it's still ok if I deprive for sleep, but God please, remind me to behave well tomorrow. I lost my temper easily these days. It's a big day for me. I don't want to ruin it.

Gosh.
I really need my old me.

Motive + action ?

2008-10-16T14:22:00.000-07:00

I'm trying to find some inner strengths. As strangely as it may sound like, my bums weigh surprisingly triple from the existing ones today. I wonder why.

I scarcely do any household chores. I read the newspapers and heartlessly flipped through pages of a new magazine my dad bought. [I can't seem to remember a thing, oh, no, wait, I remembered Fabregas slammed Wenger for Arsenal's lack of experienced players :P ]

And I have an incalculable amount of works that needed to be done. Everything is just not in place and nope, I'm not having PMS.

* I am definitely not going to die this soon, I hope*

I neither could find my nike's green t-shirt that had these so-called motivational words embossed on it :
THE ROAD IS LONG
SO WHAT?

I istighfared seven times in hoping that I can extricate myself from this ntah ape-ape feeling. Then I remembered this one proverb:

You never will be the person you can be if pressure,
tension and discipline are taken out of your life.
James G. Bilkey

Right. I guessed I just have to slap myself shamelessly for being so helpless and let my feeling to take control over my not-so-sane mind.

KJ, I'll write about 'the tag thing' right after I'm done with my customers' orders :)

I think I just have to drag my bum!

Isn't everyone born unique?

2008-10-16T09:46:00.000-07:00

I am very new to blogging.
As more comments and readers can be invaluable, one can't help but to write good stuffs in hoping that readers may, at least, satisfy with how their precious time is well spent.
But I am guilelessly admit that I am ignoramus about getting more responders for my blog.
Oh heck.
I don't even know how to modify it's unattractiveness at the first place myself.
I guess I am better in the kitchen :P

But that doesn't stop my real intention of writing.
I wanted my voices to be heard.
I wanted my views to be reviewed.
I wanted my opinions to be well-noticed.
I wanted to conquer the world of bloggers! [ that's wholly exaggerated ;)]

The thought of ingratiating through writing blogs can be tiring.
I have no idea what do readers expect from a blog.
So, as a solution-finder myself, I think it will be best for me to search/read through 'recommended' good blogs.

And these are what I found:

1. The way of writing is more or less the same ( can I say the format?).
2. The content is more or less the same.
3. The theme is more or less the same.
4. The choice of words is more or less the same.
5. The reviews of movies/books/shopping malls/weather are more or less the same.

Or in short, some of these bloggers were actually imitating each other.
Please.
Even toddlers can tell that they're not accidental.
But for those bloggers of transcendent uniqueness, well done!
We're born with different traits, don't we?
Or is it the natural way of how we actually think or brought up or cultured?

"I will get more attention if I write as how he/she writes"
"I will be noticed if I place this/that inside my blog just like how he/she did"
"I am in a a state of total irresolute. Nevermind. I can copy his/her topic."

I don't know what will you think about this. But I do know now that I will continue writing as long as I feel like to. Name it personal or informative or B.O.R.I.N.G., I will be happy as long as I don't have to be someone I am not. Period.

The sun won't always shine after the rain~

2008-10-13T14:58:00.000-07:00

Being not productive and passive are self-destructing..
Being not able to differentiate between right and wrong is frustrating..
Being not able to make a decision is worst than devastating..

So in which state that I am in right now?

Let's see.. urm.. I guess I'm in all three.. Gosh! This is SO not good..

I used to work 8 to 12 hours everyday while on my feet for the past 6 months. It was not an easy stuff. I've dealt with the 220C heat from the oven, the backache from lifting up 25kilos' packs of flour almost everyday, the -24C walk-in freezer's I'll-lose-my-nerves temperature whenever boxes of semi-ready products needed to be stored, hundreds of buns, cakes, pastries and pies to work with, plus the ever-annoying attitudes of some hey-missy-u-don't-know-who-u-are-dealing-with-here colleagues; I knew I had picked hell to live while on earth.

The 6 months went by, I lost a total of 7 kilos in weight (a surprise outcome I didn't know I would achieve), and I think my torturous days had finally gone in the wind.

I am DEAD wrong.

I thought all I want in life now is living happily and hustle-free with my parents right here in my hometown. I enjoy the carefree feeling. I feel like I am finally rewarded with something that I've longed for ages. I've been living independently for the past 10 years plus, and I thought, hey, why on earth not, I deserve a piece of mind, a calmer and peaceful place to live in. I hate big cities. Or so I thought.

7 days went by from the day I declared my 'official' holiday.
I know the whole situation of this so-called carefree living is doing me no good.
I'm gaining weight.
I speak to myself in front of the mirror.
I laugh alone while doing my 'morning business'.
I can even memorize some of the TV's movies' lines ( you can tell that I've been watching the same movies time and time again, 'thanks' to astro!)
And I called my cats ala sayang sayang..
Euww.. please tell me my brain is still working..
I know this is just another doom's day for me.

The only thing that makes my day brighter was trying out new recipes and tasted them out. Haha.

Which on the other hand isn't very good either since I keep on having the creamy chocolate ganache as a luxurious spread for my bread, day and night. By what I mean luxurious is whenever I sandwiched 2 slices of bread together, the ganache will overflow and whenever I ate them, it will definitely smeared my mouth. I couldn't help it. It tasted so good. [ I was supposed to keep the fudge for my aunt's cake this Saturday, but I made extra (double!), you know, just in case my sweet tooth craving attacked ;) ]

I made some chicken sausage rolls as well yesterday and I successfully had my teeth dug onto them as breakfast this morning ( and errr.. some also as my supper's last night, I think..)

And I'm thinking about making some cheese tarts in the next few hours.

See.. This whole try&taste thing drives me nuts. Last night before I went to bed, I stick a post-it note on the dining table, asking my mom to bring a loaf of chocolate cake that I've made to her office. And I was so glad that she did.

What do I got to do now?

I have another piles of recipes that I'm eager to try out.
That means another cycle of oh-NO-to-whom-will-I-give-them-to-but-I-LOVE-to-try-them-out.
I know my parents probably would LOVED to see no more baked products on the table this time around, at least for the moment.

I don't really care about the gain-weight thing actually.
I can even eat a horse without hesitation.

I just hate to make decision.

I have several job offers ( which require me to go back to the city),
I have to decide whether to further my study or start working.

I know it will all up to me..
I wished this all decision-making situation is as easier as how I choose a recipe and try it out.

I think if I can picture the end-result, as how I made the analogy of baking a cake, I wouldn't have to sound so helpless as I am now.

I hate being a grown-up.
And I hate cities.

Let's just make some cheese tarts instead.
And perhaps some fudgy-wudgy double chocolate brownies.
Shoot.. I forgot.
I've run out of cocoa powder.
Nevermind.
Let's see if we can substitute that with white chocolate chunks.

To all food lovers, you have my heartiest condolences ;)

Time for my brain.

2008-10-12T03:30:00.000-07:00

Assalamualaikum..

I spent last 48 hours with attending rumah terbuka of my parents' friends. Sangat muhibbah. I made 2 batches of moist butter cake for some mini cupcakes and that 'some' mini cupcakes turned out to be like 200 plus in quantities. With some colourful buttercream frostings on top, they made me feel like I-will-commit-a-sin-if-I-eat-this. But I ate them anyway. In fact, I ate like 2 dozens of them and I had a very smooth bowel movement this morning, if you got I mean :) The rest of the cupcakes were boxed as buah tangan for the rumah terbuka organizers. Since they were nicely ribboned, some guests even joked our gift as hantaran. Haha.. It's not that funny, folks. I'm too young to get married.

I'm only about to turn 22.
Next month.
Way too young for a lifelong commitment ;)

The rest of the hours (minus some 12 hours plus for sleeping and playing with my 5 3-weeks-old adorable kittens) were spent with my favourite old hobby : reading. Nope. I'm not going to summarize any book. I didn't do any 'heavy' book-shopping lately except for 1 cheesecake book I fell in love with while I was at the Times' Pavilion last week. I did virtual reading. I read a lot of blogs, newspaper articles, journals, more proverbs and list goes on. Consider yourself lucky when you manage to find very good reading materials in the net. I know, they're A LOT. But when you can find something that really moves and flicks every neuron inside your brain, it gets very addictive. As an avid reader, it's a pleasure when you can read something informative and fits your heart's content.

I'm not trying to say that I'm a smart person since I read and read and read. Reading will only make you smart when the correct informations from the excerpts were carefully selected, truly digested and implemented when necessary.

Sometimes I can read a novel, praise it off and forget the name of the author. Sometimes I can spent my monthly allowance for 'good, heavy' books but ended up reading them half way.
Sometimes I can feel very down and negative and even retarded when the world was not on my side though I have like a dozen of self-help or self-improvement books, not to mention those power of positive thinking/sub-conscious mind thing bla bla bla.
Most of the time I can even started off a conversation and sounded like a complete jerk ( this was base on a true story!).

See.. I am not 'that' smart.
I'm just plain and simple just like everybody else. Reading can be frustrating too, sometimes, when things that you wished to apply can't be done at the right time or when things that you expect to see were not fully delivered. But I definitely not going to blame the hobby ;) It's worth the value of the money and time spent. It's an investment for my brain's sake. Hahaha.

So today, I am truly greatful for all these globalization things that had do me good in flourishing my passion in reading, in a much more simpler and economy-friendly way. Haha. And let's not forget to be thankful too for the ability to read and think that God had given us. Pick good materials to read on. Jokes aside, you and me have to keep abreast with the world around us. We're not growing any younger ;)

It's good, it's good, it's good!

2008-10-10T02:27:00.000-07:00

Assalamualaikum..

I spent most of my time today doing good things, I supposed. After a little backache of sweeping the whole house in the morning(I've only started to work my butt off today, and it's not that my house is humongous, it's because the height of the broom is not really in a suitable proportion to mine), cooking lunch for dad ( sawi putih masak lemak + sambal gesek + grilled ikan cencaru marinated with black pepper sauce), sending mom's clothes for dry cleaning, went to the post office to drop some letters off, printing out my graduation pictures and successfully baked 2 loaves of succulent, delicious moist chocolate cakes ( a new recipe, I came across it last night, and yes, I'm going to gain some more weight if I keep this hobby going, haha) , I thought I could have had some rest in the evening.

But I can only proposed ;) After posting some advertisements and put a little effort on creating my label's logo ( not good at it, at all..), I received some more orders for weddings in November. Alhamdulillah.. So I started to choose recipes, flipping through dozens of pages of wedding cakes' designs, sketched some, write down a to-do-list and saved them all in my Google docs. The moment I was about to take my bath, my mom came home and I discussed the day off. After a few minutes, my phone rang and the door bell rang too ( I was that busy ar? hehe) They were my neighbours, invited us over for open house for the weekend. Good. Prospects. More business proposals ;)

My parents left afterward for 'jalan raya'. I was watching Oprah and decided, yes, I will take my bath as soon as the show is over.. You know it's not true. My phone rang again and it was my mom calling to inform another close family's friends are on their way to my house. I know that I have to postpone my bath (again!), soak some meehoon, skinned some garlics, sliced a few stalks of sawi and boil the water. Fill up the kuih raye and hide up my big jar of Cadbury's. Haha. But the kids found them afterward, of course, they are good at it (hide & seek, remember?). Nevermind loh...hikhik..

The family left at around 11.30pm. Ok. I really SHOULD take my bath NOW. But something distract my good intention off. I checked my mails and came across my friend's flickr's page. He was soooo GOOOD with almost all of the pictures taken and I am impressed! I really do. The pictures were stunningly beautiful and I couldn't help myself from viewing them with opened jaw! :) (Mind you, he has about 500+ pictures). His parents must have been proud of him. You can view his wonderful pictures at www.flickr.com/photos/musanorazmi (Hope you don't mind, Musa). I guaranteed that you'll soon be in awe too.

Ok. It's time to take my bath. Hee.. I know, it's late. It's already 2.32 am. My dad would have scolded me if he is still awake. Moral of the story, don't procrastinate my friend. You can never expect what's coming up next. Lucky for me it was only a matter of taking a bath :P

Are you willing to sacrifice?

2008-10-09T10:43:00.000-07:00

I just watched a very heart-touching movie : Helen, the baby fox.. I know.. I know.. the title sounded funny but the movie was not.. Japanese are so good at this, making up movies with very much good values. Though some were not, but this is by far a very good one.. I was about to cry but then my dad was right behind me, reading the newspapers, so I just tried to think of something else to prevent my tears from flowing down..hehe.. but I couldn't.. nothing can distract a woman from crying.. when she feels like to, she'll cry.. hahaha.

OK..It's a story about a boy named Sullivan who had saved and took care of an injured baby fox (of course, it's Helen). Helen had severe brain injury that caused her for not being able to see and hear.. Sullivan's father, who happened to be a veterinarian, said that Helen should be put to sleep.But Sullivan declined and insisted to take care of the fox. Without hesitation, he claimed himself as Helen's mother. Mind you, Sullivan was only about 6 years old. He had great hopes that Helen will recover and started to hold to his dreams that one day they'll be able to see the flowers in the summer, skateboarding, and cycling together.

At the end of the story, of course, Helen died.. But she died while both of them are realizing their dream.. It wasn't summer yet, but Sullivan had pluck dozens of flowers and arranged them around Helen.. It was so touching on how Sullivan, at that very young age, embracing all hurdles to make sure that Helen can live longer and happier to her very last day. And it was remarkable that Sullivan never complains and whines about how difficult it could have been, taking care of a deaf and dumb cub..

Are we capable of doing the same thing? I know, this is just a movie. A make-up story. It probably could have been a true story though. Maybe.. But the point that matters is, are we willing to sacrifice? If, one day, we are given a dumb, deaf and retarded child by God, if, again, do we have the courage to do the same? Can we look at the brighter side and keep on living our lives to the fullest? Can we stay positive and overcome any challenges? Can we?

Oho.. I don't want to get too emotional about this.. Or maybe because the fact that I have dozens of cats and I love them so much, make me feel like this.. I don't know.. But I do know that after I watched this movie, I honoured all the good mums in the world. I respect all dedicated fathers around the globe. It's not easy to sacrifice everything for your loved ones but parents can do that easily. I will always love you, mak and ayah :) You know I do..

How on earth should i start off?

2008-10-08T09:38:00.000-07:00

My house had been a complete mess ever since my brother got married last July.. inside and outside.. huh.. I know.. it's been quite a long time.. everybody had been busy.. I've had only managed to clear some things up starting this morning..I really feel like doing a total makeover, paint my house with brighter colours such as red and purple, get rid of all those spare tyres and preppy clothes, buy more cabinets, sell those old newspapers, recycle anything that appear as recyclable.. hah.. the list goes on.. but I don't know from where should I start.. haha.

I received several cake orders today.. alhamdulillah.. God had been great.. this is the time to shine.. why should I wait any longer? 1 2-tiers wedding cake in November, 1 for my mum's friend, another 2 cakes for my beloved aunt next week (she had ordered earlier), some chocolate cakes samples that needed to be done by this month for February's wedding.. sometimes I do wonder if I have the heart to say no to my loyal customers' orders once I further my study? or do I have to start this business now itself? or do I really capable of doing this business part-timely while coping with my studies? everything seems to happen at the same time.. confusion.. confusion..

oh and hey, I bet you will see more of these in the future.. I'm a part time writer and poet (no, I don't have to confess anything, I'm just not jiwang in 'that' way).. I just happened to love proverbs and such.. they require serious thinking.. it's an accidentally nice hobby afterall :)

If I don't grab the chance and seize the opportunity,
If I don't stay focus and lose my patience,
If I don't set the goal and embrace the challenges,
If I don't fight the war and injured myself,
If I don't stand tall after I fall,
If I can't put myself at the top,
Don't call me by my name,
Munirah means bright,
Radiant,
Brilliant,
And luminous.
I will stick to my dreams..

p/s : this was the cake I made for my niece on her 3rd birthday.. dark chocolate mousse cake. yummy!

A calm sea won't make a skillfull sailor

2008-10-07T07:32:00.000-07:00

Some hurdles, I've jumped over them,
Some living parasites, I've killed them,
Some luck, I've appreciated them,
Some love, thank u God, I've savoured them.

Welcome to my blog. I wished that I could have started this one off sooner. But time seems to envy me. It's been a long windy road. I've finished my tertiary studies. Now I am a holder of 2 diplomas and 1 advanced diploma. What do I got to do with those? Heee.. I still feel like a learner.. I think I'll continue my studies further up, hopefully.

Anyway, Selamat Hari Raya everyone.. Hope that everybody was having a fantastic one :)

I made the cake shown, our special Raya treat : luscious black forest cheesecake.. best tau :)