Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Motherhood talk

When it comes to feeding your baby, you have three choices: breastfeeding, formula milk or mixed the two. I chose the former. Little did I know it is a hard work! I admire those who were able to nurse their baby until 2 years old, especially when you have a full time job. I have my support group at work and a cousin who is an advocate for this. From them, I believe this is possible! Sometimes I do have that thought of would not it be easier to give formula milk, especially when you are out and about. That thoughts lingers in my head for quite a bit. I guess I was looking for a shortcut, but who wouldn't? For now, I'm trying my best. But between that long minutes (it seems so!!) of pumping and nursing, I do find a silver lining that is I get some time for myself :) 

Thursday, August 13, 2015

To go there

I can only dream for now but hey, it is a long time dream of mine to travel to these places. It seems some of my friends are going to these places and that makes me all jelly belly! I better make a bucket wish list of the places I dream to go so that I can stare at it and day dream over and over. LOL

In no particular order:
1. Santorini, Greece
2. Patagonia, Chile
3. Croatia
4. Switzerland
5. Alaska
6. Zanzibar, Tanzania
7. Serengeti, Tanzania
8. Jordan

I still have that 7 wonders of the world checklist going on...

One fine day eh?? Imma work hard from now on 😁

Saturday, July 25, 2015

Must write me blog!

Back in those days, I blogged at night until at one point, I don't mind sleeping late! Not to mention, I had to wake up at 5.30am daily as I lived rather far from KLCC and commuting took time. Anyways, days turned into months, I moved to a closer to work condominium with a bunch of crazee awesome housemates. What cut the frap is the internet connection to my Celcom broadband was so poor! That kills the mood; thus, you no longer see frequent posts after March 2011. Then, to top that off, I accidently deleted my email as the author of this blog...I really don't know I was doing that until it happened. Now, I can only blog via phone. Sigh. Ok, thats my tell tale. My point here is, I have so many things I feel like writing but time and space is putting me on hold. I wish for that long nights I don't mind spending again. Anyways, I want to make a point of keeping this blog. It has been with me since 2007 and I shared a lot here. My late uncle once told me, "write a blog, it will be your diary. When you are old, this is your safekeeping of all the memories you had 'cause you may forget it already." You know, now that he left us all, I think was he said is true, because I can still read his writings and remember his stories. Even in his old days when he had stroke and incapable of doing things on his own, he had left something for people to read and know about him. I guess to a certain degree, yes it holds true. 

So here again, I'm telling myself...make some time to pen down things here. I may not have readers as much as I used to do, but it's okay. It serves for me :) 

Selamat Hari Raya & Maaf Zahir Batin from me and my family (including my crying baby) ❤️

p/s: I look mak-mak now

Sunday, May 3, 2015

Life, as we know it

There will come a day when you will be like me, a wife and a mother. A day that has showed me what it meant to love and be loved. How come somebody so small have so much love in their heart? I never cease to believe in that. It was never a smooth ride, but the sweet ending is always a blessing. 

But the heart wants what it wants. It mellows down to the slightest heart ache, let alone to tears. Day in and day out, I remind myself that you don't know how strong you are until being strong is the only option. 

Family comes first, even for the most successful wife and mother. 

The secret to success is always rather vague. We define what it means and by all means be grateful it happened to us. Above all that, Allah is watching us and He has His best interest in us. Be that person our heart has set to be. I am determined to that. Dreams follow me wherever I go, it is just a matter of time. I can't be wishing for 25hours a day, no?