My Sarah

And here's the other light of my life, my 8.5 month old, Sarah.

Also drama princess in training.

Milestones: Climbing on everything every chance she gets and can't sit back down on her own. Tertonggek-tonggek kalau nak duduk..

Expert crawler.

Consonant of the week- m & l. Nangis pun `lalala!!'

Mama's milestone: Still fully breastfeeding (^ _ ^) X sangka i made it this far.. huhuhu.. Semoga Allah permudahkan..

A decade ago

As highlighted by a yahoo groupmate, this year is the 10th year anniversary of my University graduation.

In 1998, I stepped out into the world, armed with a degree, ready to save the world.

What the hell did I know then.

Today, as we grapple with increasing petrol prices, dirtier air, clowns posing as politicians and the possibility of having no rice in sight, I'm lucky if I could save even myself.

Looking back, I'm convinced things are better.

In 1992 I went into Matriculation and discovered myself. I had no clue who I was before.

In a few months I blossomed into something I never knew I had in me.

In a year plus, I was pretty kickass, winning first place in the Girls' College Student Body Election, getting fantastic grades, earning myself a first boyfriend, a handsome hockey player from another Matriculation college who couldn' take his eyes off me ;-)

I was smokin' hot and nothing could get in my way.

I smooth-sailed through University and never really had to struggle, juggling studying, having fun, boys and everything in between. Never mind that I didn't have much money then, I always managed to laugh my way through.

Studies were even dangerously exciting. Everything was last minute and assignments were completed at the 11th hour. Especially the Grade A ones. The secret? Damn insightful group discussions.

I'd have to thank my group members for such intriguing group discussion sessions -we discussed everything, the assignments, the projects, the finals. It was the musyawarah concept, the unselfish heart to heart discussions, the spirit of teamwork and solidarity that did the job.

Those few years had me discovering traits that shape me into who I am today and I also make lifelong friendships that gets me through life.

I learn to stare at problems in the face, gets stared right back and then gets pushed down. I pick myself up, brush the dust off and move on.

And now.. I'm financially sound, I'm blessed with a beautiful family, my parents are relatively healthy and I love my job.

But nothing beats a decade ago.

With fond memories, TESL 5 PPP/UKM - thank you for the fun times, the heartbreaking moments, the grow-up lessons.

I am what I am because of you.

My Sufya

Meet Sufya, my 7 year old iron-fortified, honest-to-goodness drama princess. Don't let that sweet face fool you for one second ;-)

I'm a Breastfeeding Mom

I love this story on breastfeeding. And yes, I'm a fully breastfeeding mum to my 8 month old baby.

Elizabeth Hasselbeck: Pumping and returning to work

View co-host Elisabeth Hasselbeck, 30, and her husband, Arizona Cardinals player Tim Hasselbeck, welcomed son Taylor Thomas on November 9th 2007, joining big sister Grace Elisabeth, 2 ?.

In her latest blog for Dreft, Elisabeth fills us in on her love-hate relationship with pumping, explaining it's use to Grace and returning to work."I thought I was safe in my room with the door firmly shut. It was the last day of my first week back at 'The View.'

Truthfully, I was exhausted. It was 8 am. I had a little while before I had to be in the office. I took a moment, closed my eyes, and somehow fell asleep over the loud, obnoxious sound of the pump,'Mommy, what in the WORLD is THAT???'

Totally startled, I sat straight up, only to see the cute little expression on Grace's face after she posed the question. Too tired to make something up, I told her it was a pump.'Why is your body in there?' she pressed on, eyes closely examining the tube/funnel/bottle contraption. 'So that I can give Taylor my milk when I am at work.' 'Ohhhhhhhh... That's cool and funny.' (Yeah... my sentiments exactly...)

'Can I pump too???' 'One day, you can pump milk for your baby.And, in an oh so very 2 year old moment, she firmly stated: 'But I want to do it now!'

Since that day, Grace is unphased by the pump. I wish I were too. I mean, I am thankful to have a great one, and that there is a way to be at work and still nourish your child, and keep moms from becoming engorged to the point of high fever...but I still hate it. I do. I feel as if I have three kids: Grace, Taylor, and THE PUMP!"