Just an update

1) Papito is back
Well, my Papito is back from Switzerland. He was there for almost 10 days. I missed him a lot. Now that he is back I will be able to wrestle again. He is my wrestling partner. We wrestle on the bed while Mamito has her shower. No fun to wrestle when she is around. She will always stop Papito from being rough with me.

2) Mamito is moving to a new place
Mamito has accepted an offer at a new place. She has been with the old company for almost 3 yrs. Now, she says its time to move on and do something which she really likes. I wish Mamito all the luck.

3) My gender
Mamito is teaching me my gender. She goes like this,"Alisha are you a girl or boy." My answer is " Boyyyyy". Hahahaha.

4) Food
Everyone says that I am a fussy eater. I dont eat a lot of rice. But, I like to snack from time to time. My portions are small but regular. And my favourite food is ,,,,,Sambal.......Nyummmm. [ I am banned from eating anything pedas. Mamito says its bad for me. But, am just wondering why things which are bad for you has to taste soooo good]

5) Words
I can repeat whatever words that I hear.

6) Kenduri
Last weekend I attended another kenduri. It was at Daduma Net's house at Bandar Country Homes. This time I behaved myself. I did not cry and I was friendlier. The best part is I played a lot with Abang Rafiq. He is a really nice boy. Unlike some boys who tend to snatch things from me, abang Rafiq is the opposite. He is patient and always give in to my demands.

Misfortune episodes 1, 2 and 3 [in less than 24 hours]

I have been sick for the pass week and it has been horible. My head was spinning and I felt like my body was on fire. The first day was terrible. When Mamito took me to the clinic, the pediatrician told Mamito that was fever was really high. It was 39 degrees. That's quite high for a baby. High tempretaure in babies can lead to fits. In order to bring down the fever immediately the doctor inserted a pill into my buttock. I screamed. Yes, like every visit to the clinic I screamed again.

That nite was horrible. I was very sleepy. But, the high temperature disrupted my sleep. I slept on Mamito the whole nite. However, around 3.oo a.m. Mamito had to insert the pill again into my buttock as my body was really hot. I manage to sleep after that.

The next few days was quite "recovering period". Though the fever was lesser, I still couldn't eat or drink much. I lost a little weight. And, I was just starting to put on some kilo's. Hayya.

By the time weekend came, the fever was all gone. So, I was back to my normalself. Everyone said that its so good to see me all perky and noisy then seeing me quite, grumpy and tired looking.

After gainning all my energy back, I started to run around, jump here and there, screaming, and etc. I was hyper and happy. But then I did not see what was waiting for me ahead. It all started on saturday nite. First, I was upstairs with Nani and Mamito when God know how my little fingers got stuck in between the door. I tried pulling out but nothing worked. Mamito and Nani panicked like hell. They did not know whether they should push the door inwards or outwards. They were afraid that my little fingers might get smashed further. I started to cry. Papa and Uncle Imy came. And, then suddenly, I was free. Though my fingers were a little red, no major damage occured. Phew!!!!! Everyone was glad.

A few minutes later, I was playing with Nani, Mamito and Kakak Yuli in Nani's bedroom when suddenly I triped and fell faced down. And, there was blood. Yep! Blood. My lips were bleeding. Bear i n mine at that time Mamito and Nani were still discussing the door episode. That's when Mamito decided to call it a day for me. They cleaned me up, shoved milk into my mouth and I was put to bed.

It was a gloomy Sunday when I woke up the next day. As usual I had my bath, breakfast and I was on Nanajee's chair watching tv, when I decided to stand up and jump down. Yes, I never learned my lesson last nite. Pop! I felt on the floor like a nangka busuk. But, thank God again I did not suffer any major injuries. Actually, I didn't suffer any. But, having a paranoid mother like mine, she said that I dah "kena mata". So she's gonna get an Ustaz to have a look at me and probably give me some air jampi.

But, Papito said its nothing. Mana ada kena mata or anything like that. It just me. Am to hyper active and I can't sit still. Papito thinks its the milk. He thinks i'm to advance for my age.What do you think?

Most photogenic baby contest

Yes, my parents wanted me to participate in a baby contest held at I Utama. In order to participate we have to purchase RM30 and above baby goods, which will entitle you to get your picture taken. But, guess what? We did buy RM80 worth of diapers but no I did not join the contest. The reasons are: firstly it was a bit leceh cause I had to change my clothes and wear weird looking costume prepared by them and secondly, I had to sit on a small platform with hundreds of toys surrounding me and a hundred eyes staring at me for at least 10 to 15 minutes depending on my level of co-operation. My parents taught that they could never get me to wear a costume and there's no chance that I would sit on that platform for more than 3 seconds. So, my parents desire of making me join my first baby contest ended in the drains last nite. Well, better luck next time then.

Something that I came across

Pada hari seorang bayi siap untuk dilahirkan ke dunia. Dia bertanyakepada Tuhan : "Paramalaikat disini mengatakan bahwa besok Engkau akanmengirimku ke dunia, tetapi bagaimana cara saya hidup disana, saya begitu kecil dan lemah"?Dan Tuhan menjawab, "Saya telah memilih satu malaikat untukmu. Ia akanmenjaga dan mengasihimu.""Tapi disini, di dalam syurga, apa yang pernah saya lakukan hanyalahbernyanyi dan tertawa. Ini sudah cukup bagi saya untuk berbahagia.""Malaikatmu akan bernyanyi dan tersenyum untukmu setiap hari. Dan kamuakan merasakan kehangatan cintanya dan menjadi lebih berbahagia.""Dan bagaimana saya bisa mengerti saat orang-orang berbicara kepadakujika saya tidak mengerti bahasa mereka ?""Malaikatmu akan berbicara kepadamu dengan bahasa yang paling indah yangpernah kamu dengar; dan dengan penuh kesabaran dan perhatian, dia akanmengajarkan bagaimana cara kamu berbicara.""Dan apa yang akan saya lakukan saat saya ingin berbicara kepadaMu ?""Malaikatmu akan mengajarkan bagaimana cara kamu berdoa.""Saya mendengar bahwa di Bumi banyak orang jahat. Siapa yang akanmelindungi saya ?""Malaikatmu akan melindungimu, walaupun hal tersebut mungkin dapatmengancam jiwanya.""Tapi, saya pasti akan merasa sedih karena tidak melihatMu lagi.""Malaikatmu akan menceritakan padamu tentang Aku, dan akan mengajarkanbagaimana agar kamu bisa kembali kepadaKu, walaupun sesungguhnya Aku akan selalu berada di sisimu."Saat itu Syurga begitu tenangnya sehingga suara dari Bumi dapatterdengar, dan sang anak bertanya perlahan, "Tuhan, jika saya harus pergi sekarang,bisakah Kamu memberitahuku nama malaikat tersebut ?"Kamu akan memanggil malaikatmu, Ibu."Ingatlah selalu kasih sayang ibu, berdoalah untuknya dan cintailah diasepanjang masa.

Alisha learns to talk and eat nasik

A am almost 1 1/2 years old now. And, am learning how to talk . Among the words that I can clearly say are:

come;
bye;
Papa
Nana
Dadoo;
Imy (my uncle Imran)
Roma;
Mama;
Kakak;
Nak;
Mummum;
bird;
fish;
nasik;
bedak;and
dodo (milk).

Basically, I repeat what ever the adults say. However, there are some words that i still find it quite difficult to pronounce which are:-

cream... i pronounce it as kim;
keropok... i pronounce it as kopok;
ice-cream...i-kim;
yuli....yuyi.

At first I started saying one word at a time. But now i am trying to construct a sentence which normally sounds like aba daba pada..... ikim

I have started eating solid food too . I don't eat pureed porridge anymore. I eat fried fish, ayam mask kicap and I love meehoon like Mamito too. The adults say that babies shouldn't eat anything to hot (pedas). But,in my case I like everything that is spicy. I hate blend food. I love to eat what adults eat. However, Mamito does not allow me to take spicy and oily food much these days. The last time when I fell sick the doctor told her that my throat was all sore and reddish. Since then she has been really careful.

My hope to the adults are please teach me new words on a daily basis. pleaseeeeee...... It will save everyone the agony of figuring out what is wrong with me especially in times when i howl and cry my lungs out and you adults can't figure out whats wrong with me. Remember, the time when everyone was rushing me to the hospital one nite thinking I had stomach ache but the actual culprit was only....collic (angin)........
(p/s ; this is only 1 such episode. trust me there have been various time that such false alarms rang in the house)

17/11/2005

I have been guilty of depraving my blog for a very long time. Something happened in my family's life last November. My Nanajee fell sick. He suffered an acute stroke. However, with Allah S.W.T help and mercy he is in the road to recovery. He did not suffer any physical damage but unfortunately he lost his speech. Nevertherless, the whole family is thankful and grateful to Allah S.W.T for the kindness that he bestowed on the family. It could be worst.

The morning of 17/11/2005, is a day which will be remebered by the entire family. That was the day that my Nanajee's neurosugeon informed us that there's only 30% chances for him to get better, anor 30% his condition might get worst and the rest is there might not be any changes.

When Mamito, Nani, Papito and Uncle Imi saw Nana lying on his sick bed for the first time, the sight was devastating. When they called out his name all he did was looked at them blankly. There was no reaction from him. He could not recognise any of them. That nite we prayed hard. None of us could sleep. We taught our whole life was crumbling down. Mamito even told Papito that she could never imagine her life without Nanajee.

I went to visit Nanajee on the second day. That was when a miracle happened. The minute Nanajee saw me he smiled and raised his arms towards me. Oh My God. That was the first positive reaction from Nanajee in the last 24 hours. We all saw hope. It was from that moment that we all knew that Allah mercy is on us. Nanajee is gonna recover. Everyone said that i am a miracle baby. Nana refused to show any reaction to anyone except me. He even waived to me when he saw me coming the next day. A few minutes before when his doctor asked him to do the same act he refused.

Mamito believes that Nanajee intentionally shut himself down from the adults. She believes that something happened during his visit in Penang, that resulted in the stroke. She refused to believe that his blood pressure raised suddenly. No there's more to to it. Until today, I know she is not satisfied with the explanation that was given to her. However, due to some reasons she being tied up from finding out the truth. Knowing her, I know she's still a bit edgy to find out what actually transpired that morning.

Three months have passed from that day. And, life has to go on. Again with God's help and family love Nanajee is responding well to his treatments. He attends speech therapy twice a week. Even his speech therapies commended him the other day. She said he has way passed the stage that he was expected to be. Alhamdulilah. However, we can't thank Allah S.W.T. enough for answering to our prayers. A heartfelt thank you to all our family members and frens for their support, and prayers. And to doctor Samuel Eeasaw and the beautiful staff of the Penang Adventist hospital, may God bless you people for your superb services. Thank you. Thank you.

Hopefully, this episode will be an eye opener for us to appreciate our parents. Sometimes we do take them for granted especially since we are all adults. Burdened with our own families and work commitments. But, we should realised that our parents took care for us. They nutured us well. Worked damn hard to give us the best education on could have. Suporting us in every thing we do. Even when the rest of the world turns away we can confidently move on cause we know they will always be there for us. We should be thankful to them for where weare today. Without them we would be nobody. I dont think any parents expects their children to repay them with money. Small things like calling them up every day, being the first to call them on their birthday or getting them their favourite bread from their favourite bakery may sound small to us but it might mean the whole world to them......

Selamat Hari Raya

Papito, Mamito and Babyto would like to wish the family and Muslim friends a Eid- Mubarak and Maaf Zahir & Batin and to all of our Hindus friends aHappy Deepavali. For those who are going back to their home towns please drive carefully. Till we meet again Have a wonderful holiday.