Tuesday, December 29, 2009

In Need Indeed

It was our dream to live where we live right now. It was near to our work places, a walking distance to the secondary school, just a shout from the mamak stalls and most importantly as a Muslim, it was a few steps away from the designated surau. When the developer showed us the ground plan, the tapak surau was almost opposite of our house. We imagined growing old in this area, walking to the surau together to attend religious classes, to perform the tarawih, to be involved in the many community events and gotong royong.

But after 10 years, the surau stayed only a dream to the Muslim community of this Taman and in all the Tamans around the Sg. Long area. Up to this date not one surau has been built due to the disagreement of the majority of the non muslim folks. We have been performing our prayers at the nearby secondary school premise and due to the limited space of the school surau, many could not be present.

However, for the residents of my Taman, erecting a surau has always been the primary agenda. The men folk of our community has miraculously managed somehow to attain all the legal documents which took us 10 years to obtain from all the departments. And once all the legalities have been sorted out, the men folk has been toiling under the hot sun every weekend building the surau themselves with the very little money we have accumulated. You can't imagine the hardship involved in trying to have the surau erected. Threats, malicious acts from the opposing neighbours were all gulped down with patience and prayers. Reciprocation to those unfriendly gestures would only initiate more unwelcoming incidents, hence our silence. Deep inside we are persevering with the belief that good intentions would pull us through and insyaAllah it would make us stronger .

I am here, not only to share the story of my community but to seek help financially from good Samaritans out there who would be so generously magnanimous in their good will even if it is just donating a couple of ringgit to the cause. I have been baking for the volunteers, cakes and cupcakes and making them drinks, that's my contribution, the only way I know how. I wished I knew how to mix cement and to lay those red bricks, I wished I knew how to construct and build the mosque but regrettably I don't. I can only bake cakes for the volunteers as well as selling them and forward a portion of the sales to the Dana. But it all depends on all of you cake lovers out there. Your orders will help us build a holy place, a house of the Almighty, a roof over a congregation of jemaahs who will include your effort in the doas every time they raise their hands to amin their hopes and wishes.

If you would like to participate in the dana collection do email me at with the title Fisabilillah and order my muffettes, like the one above, of 49 pieces for RM45. Rm10 will go straight to the Tabung surau. But if you are not a cake person, you are so very welcomed to donate directly to the Tabung Surau via

"Tabung Pembinaan Surau Seksyen 11 Bandar Sg. Long"
Maybank Cawangan Jln Yong Shook Lin Petaling Jaya
Account Number 564182250337

Any amount would go a long way folks and hopefully this fisabilillah of ours would end 2009 with a good deed to a good start of 2010. I thank you in advance for your keperihatinan and I pray for your kesejahteraan in all of your undertakings.

Thank you so so much.


Dearest All,

Immediately after I posted this entry one good Samaritan indeed answered my call. It came to me as a surprise but then again knowing her, who is full of kindness, it brought tears to my eyes. The very first person who came to my aid was a non muslim. Thanks Phang!

Here's part of the little note that she wrote

"Hi Wiz...

I saw you are selling muff for the tabung surau, I am not a muslim but I live in Malaysia and mosque(s) since born. (in fact sembayang subuh is my alarm ;-))..."

How does that make you feel?
I know how I feel.

Friday, December 25, 2009

Giddy-Yap Giddy-Yap Let's Vrooooom!

Thank you so so much Am!

It's 1:30 am and I am still running around clearing up the cake mess and packing for our year end family trip to Johor. A cousin, is getting married there and so are we!...rekindling patchy relationships between mother and child, husband and wife, brother and sister. Sometimes we give little things a miss in the midst of our hectic daily schedule.We will try, like always, make up for loss times over the trip with good food, good behaviour, good spirits. There will be no fighting (kids ya hear that?)no bickering, no screaming whatsoeverest! Just quality family time.

Let's make the best of 2009 with loads of beautiful moments shared between your loved ones.
Buh bye for now folks. Till we meet again, have a pleasant holiday and Merry Christmas to those who celebrate it.

Nyah! saya chup master bedroom, tak kira, sapa sebut dulu dia dapat! Move over!
And a stampede followed suit.

Thanks so much Iza!

Wednesday, December 23, 2009


I am running out of "ifs" to excuse myself from writing. In fact "if" is running away from me excusing itself from if-fing around. If "if" is our staple food, I would be well nourished, if "if" is the national currency, I would be ridiculously rich, if "if" is my strength, I would not be exhausted at the end of the day, that's how filled I am with "ifs".

But if I had one more "if" left to use, I would most definitely use it to compose a poem on behalf of this sweet lady called Phang. Her kind gesture and her thoughtfulness towards her lecturer blew me away. And when you meet a soft-spoken, appreciative, beautifully mannered customer like her, you would naturally give it your all. Thank you so much Phang for the order.

If only I could write better than would not waste your time reading my "if" entry.

If I have to describe you,
I would of a Spring.
Someone who nurtures new green sprouts,
releasing new beginnings.
I’d show you the seeds you sow
have all coming to bloom,
you allow our curiosity to grow,
in our ideas we passionately roam.

Your teachings really opened up my mind.
I saw more than what I chose to see,
The knowledge shared I could never find,
even in the vast library of my tenacity.
Thank you Sir, thank you so much,
Thank you for the knowledge,
Thank you for the Midas touch,
in all that you taught, in everything we gained,
for your time, wisdom and mostly for being a friend.


Thanks Celynn!

Thanks Zurina for the many orders!

Thursday, December 17, 2009

If You Asked Me

Thank You so much Nura! many cakes I make in a day, I would say not many.
If you asked me
...why I could not make more, I would show you my only two hands.
If you asked me
...why flour, sugar, eggs, milk and chocolate fetch so much, I would show you my heart,
If you asked me
...why deliveries are costly, I would give you the equation : Tolls + petrol + effort + time away from my oven x 2 (to and fro)
= Delivery

If you asked me
...why the cake is imperfect, I would say I am too.
if I asked you much should anyone pay for a cake which took the time from sunrise to midnight,
what would you say? Try divide the price with the hours taken.
It's laborious...have mercy.


Salam Maal Hijrah 1430. May Allah bless us with abundance of iman, good health and continuous prosperity in the new year. Amin

Thank you so much Hazlin!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

For The Longest Time

Thanks so much Watie!

It was one of those days. The kids seemed to be jumping on each other's nerves, accusing one another of who poked who first, who messed up whose room last, who took the remaining cookies from the cookie jar, screaming frantically at every turn of events. Whilst Mum was apparently in an exceptionally terrible mood handling things which refused to be handled in between scores of other things waiting to be checked in the daily check list. When suddenly... she just snapped with eyes so big which could easily encircle the sun, the whole sun and back again. She gave the eye, that piercing stare which silenced the entire planet her kids were in. Much to their astonishment, unlike other days when she had to scream and shout to get herself heard, this time Mum only wrote her kids a note. And in that note Mum briefly said that she wasn't going to talk until her kids behaved and did their chores, performed their solat, read their Quran and be nice to each other without being told. Mum kept to her words, she didn't speak to her kids for the whole day


she received a note saying...

"Mama, sorry mama. Anin and kakak dah solat, dah ngaji and dah kemas bilik dah.

It worked! It worked! Phew! it felt as though I was holding my breath for the longest time.

Thanks so much Riena!

Wednesday, December 9, 2009


L is for the way you look at me.
Thanks Sis Linda!

O is for the only one I see
Thanks Ainin

V is very very extraordinary
Thanks Nomy.

E is even more than anyone that you adore

Thanks Coach Sha.

Love is all that I can give to you
Thanks Zizi.

Love is more than just a game for two

Thanks Mr. Abu

Two in love can make it
Thanks Nuriena

Take my heart and please don't break it

Thanks Natasha

Love was made for Me and You!

Thanks Nadhirah

Gotta run now folks, catch me if you can.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Before I Forget

If I haven't, I am sorry, if I didn't, I apologize. Sometimes cakes take the life out of me, mostly my memory. But pictures are always here to stay, you can always return to see the cakes that have long been eaten and forgotten. Before I forget let me jot down the names who have put bread and butter on my table.

Thank you so much Mimi, May, Selvi, Alia, Norazila, Farin, Fariha, Amy's sister, Melor and Tommy. Thanks for the opportunity, thanks for the trust in me.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

Love Changes Everything

The strangest thing about love is the way it swings you up to the sky and releases you into the clouds. What floats through with you would be clouds shaped as what your eyes desire to see, the serene, uplifting images of your perfect dream. It changes the blind to the sighted, the impaired to the able, the weak to to the strong. It moves you, empowers you with the mobility to go farther than you could have ever imagined possible.

I met an old friend the other day. A successful entrepeuner now, someone who you would love to make idol. She is as I could see empowered by her love to make a change, literally changing the world into a better place. When precious time is allocated to see and hear someone so positive, you'd turn to believe that you are one too. It's contagious, good things are. The meeting was all about love, love for passion, love for love sake. Thanks Ija for the honour.

It's love which got me here. Love that fuels me up. Love which keeps me company. Without it I am just a bland, sugarless concoction of cake.

It was all about love folks, the love and the thoughts of a girl to a boy. Long distance relationship is never easy but these two girls Nadya from Manchester and Nana from Egypt proved otherwise. Thank you so much girls for the order.

Ich vermisse du Liebling.