Family Tree

Have you ever wondered why you are what you are? I mean why your nose is built in such a way? Or why your ears stick out? Or even why you can curl your tongue whilst others can’t? The answer is in the tree. The family tree or perhaps your family tree specifically. Here’s why I am what I am.

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I hope you guys take my sayings seriously. There are some gems, although I must admit, most of them are garbage, “If cats have nine lives, does that mean it makes them ideal for experimentation?”

Bookworm

I love books. They are so nice to look at, especially the ones with lots of colourful pictures in them. Then there are those that are thin that I can bite and chew on them. Some of the books are so light; I can toss and throw them around. Other books have this rustling noise that they make when I crawl on top of them. While others gives a screeching noise when I pull them apart in the middle. But most of all, I love books because they tell me tall tales and fantastic stories. Either someone read them to me; Or I read them to someone;

Sunday, Funday

We went out last weekend with Obe’ Zai’s family. Yes, yes I was still sick, but papa said a good fresh walkabout can’t surely do any more harm. It was nowhere far, just LOT 1 in Choa Chu Kang. After a hearty breakfast meal, we hung around the shopping center till lunch. And of course I had a fantabulous time. Don’t I just look so cheerful in these colours? I was driving around with Bert and Ernie when Fayyadh wanted to hitch a ride. So I took him for a spin in my yellow buggy.

New tooth?

Just beginning to recover from the massive fever I had for the past 2 days. The effect for this sickness is always the same; loss of appetite and general crankiness all around. I think it’s because I’m sprouting new teeth. Well, I’ve started salivating more and I need to bite or grind my gums frequently. So that must be it. Don’t worry I’ll keep you guys updated with a picture or two if new teeth does emerge.

New ohana in the house

I’m going to make this fast because I have a throbbing headache, coupled by a high fever. Mama has just informed me that I have a new cuzin. So please put your hands together and say “awwwwwwwww” to Nur Ibrohim, son of Pak Teh and Mak Teh… yeahhhhh!!!!!!

Let’s Eat

Eating is one activity which I enjoy most. Be it breakfast, lunch or dinner. One of my favourite meals is rice. I would call it soupy rice. I love eating rice simply because of its chunkiness. Also simply because I love to grind the grains in my mouth before swallowing. I enjoy this activity also because it’s when everyone in my home comes together and sit to eat their meals. I love this concept the most. Families should eat together. After a full stomach, mama always let me relaxed in the high chair for a few minutes. She says it’s to settle the meal down in my tummy. You know to prevent any barfing situations. It’s going to get messy. So in that few minutes, I would get into my most comfortable position. Mama calls it my “apek” position. Why? I have no idea.

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Now, a dose of reality, “Consuming elaborate coffee drinks from trendy cafes can cause Pretentiousness.” Don’t give me that innocent look. You know everyone had at one time, tried to be fashionable…hihihihi.

Jealousy

On a trip to JB last week, mama put me in the car seat… Alya’s car seat. I’ve tried her seat a few times before but this is the first time Alya’s seen me in it. The moment she saw me in her seat, she went green. Not because she wanted to barf or anything like that. You know like the Hulk. But that was because of anger. Alya went green due to envy. She tried to get me out of her seat. She grabbed my hat and threw it on the floor in disgust. Then she tried to nudge me out of there. I would have none of that and so I had to give her the “EYE”, to show how annoyed I was. She was lucky to catch on to my rising displeasure, because if she hadn’t I would have cried out loud.

Learning to walk

I’ve been putting in the hours, practicing on how to walk. Just look at me. If that’s not good form, I don’t know what is.No, I’m not playing. The concept is something like below.Aaahh … Get the picture? But after a recent visiting to Alya, papa managed to get better equipment for my training needs. Papa’s mantra was “Use the right tool for the right job”.So now with better training equipment, I’m gunning for Along’s walking record. I wanted to post a video of me sashaying around, but mama said I’m more like an old grandma ambling along slowly. The video would be too long and too boring to watch. In my defense, walking is difficult. Maybe when I amble faster, I’ll put that video out.

Sleeping Baby

I have to share with you this movie. Papa showed it to all of us and we nearly peed in our pants. No, no … it’s not me. I sleep better than that. I like to say its Alya but it’s not also... hehehehe. Don’t ask me who the baby is or which parents could let her be that way? Just watch and laugh. Just make sure you keep it quiet though.

Can’t stop loving me

I have my first love bite… Hihihihihi. Yes, you heard me right the first time. Here I’ll spell it for you… L.O.V.E (space) B.I.T.E. You’re laughing now? You don’t believe me? In my 8 months writing this blog have I ever lied to you guys? Okay… maybe not the whole truth, but certainly not an outright lie. Yes, I know what I’m talking about. Love bite: an intense passionate kiss that leaves a mark behind, also known by the Americans as a hickey. Stunned? Give me some credit. I might not know most things, but the stuff that I do know, I share… Hehehehheh, Okay, okay, enough said, here’s the proof. Like what they say, a picture speaks a thousand words. Now do you believe me? This was given courtesy of my big brother Amir. You see, it’s all because I am SO irresistible. Something which I haven’t said enough… hihihihi. My big bro kept on kissing my irresistible cheeks. And I just let him. So to all the lady readers out there, this is what happens if you let someone kiss you too long.

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A wise baby, ehemm... me, once said; ”The right to bear arms sounds less ridiculous than the right to arm bears.”

Mean Parents-to-be

Here’s the second part. Please don’t gag on my behalf. I’ve done what my mean parent wants to do. I hope this will be the last of the “enforced” published article. You heard me papa… Hehehehehe What my mean parents did We just do not understand the logic of our mean parents. Why were they so strict? Why can't we have other kids' parents? Our life was really tough! We had the meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast! We had to have cereal and buttered bread. When others had cola and tit-bits for lunch, we had to eat a full meal. And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too. Father insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. He had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them. He insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less. We were ashamed to admit it, but they had the nerve to break the Child Laws by making us work. We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think they would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do. They always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers; they could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. Mother wouldn't let our friends just meet up outside. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While everyone else could date when they were 15 or 16! We had to wait until we were 21. Because of our father, we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's property or ever arrested for any crime. It was his entire fault. Now that we have left home, we are all educated and have honest jobs. Blame it again to our mean parents of pushing us to go for tuition and doing so much homework and assessments. But now ... we are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom and Dad was. I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't have enough mean parents! So what do you readers think of the 2 articles? Too preachy, isn’t it?

Mean Parents

Help! My blog has been hijacked by papa. He insisted that I put this article as an entry in MY blog. I told him if the article has moral implications in it, I will not put it in. It would be immoral of me to preach to you readers, right? But papa warned me that my blogging days will be over if I don’t accede to his demands. Humphhhh …. What a mean parent, he is. So with extreme reluctance, I will post this article. And because it is too long to read on one sitting, it will be broken up into 2 parts… ratssss, I mean “so sorry”… hihihihihi. What mean parents do? Someday when our children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, we will tell them, as my Mean Parents told me: We loved you enough to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home. We loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep. We loved you enough to make you go pay for the candies you had taken and to tell the clerk, "I stole this yesterday and want to pay for it." We loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes. We loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, and tears in our eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect. We loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke our hearts. But most of all, we loved you enough . . . to say NO when we knew you would hate us for it. Those were the most difficult battles of all. We're glad we won them, because in the end you won, too. And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates us parents, you will tell them what drives us on. Ackkkk! I think I want to gag myself. And to think there’s a second part to this article. Ackkkk! More gagging. But what do you readers think? Do you want to be a mean parent?

My statistics

Age : 8 months and 3 days old Gender : Female Race : Malay Weight : 7.5 kg Height : 0.70 m