Rapper beanie buddy

This is my beanie buddy

I've recently bought nate a couple of beanies because the weather is getting rather chilly as well.

But it's also to hide his receding hair line

ha

Happy holidays to you and you and you and you

(:

smiling baby

this has been happening of late.

I hope its an indication of his temperament in the near future. Actually sooner than later is better.

Santa is a Disney character?

I've yet to look this story up but according to TC who scans through wire stories everyday, there was a man who was thrown out of Disneyland because he was big and hugable (like santa) and he was wearing a red t-shirt and red cap and spotted a beard (like Santa) and apparently kids started coming up to him asking if he was Santa. Guy didn't want to break the kids' hearts so he played along and went "Ho Ho Ho" and then got himself thrown out of the happiest place on earth becuase he was accused of impersonating Santa Claus who apparently is a Walt Disney character?! Now, i know that Santas are not supposed to be real but now we're fighting for copyrights over Santa? "Oh Oh Oh and sigh.." I say.

Spot the baby

that's a lot of stuff for someone so small and what you see is not just it

lucky chap had better learn to share

(:

thank you everyone for coming to nate's one month celebration

time really flies and they grow so quickly too

Little big gestures

These are the two men in my life. Terence and Nate.

This father and son team have seen me through my frustrations and yet put up with it. They've also encouraged me through their smiles and help reveal more of myself; to myself through the different journeys we take together each day. Terence has been a pillar of strength to me and has taken on the role of fatherhood very quickly and competently. Nate, is still little and his personality hasn't fully surfaced yet but if he's to be anything like his father, I'll be an even luckier woman right now.

EBM, BF and CFs

this is just from the first 2 weeks of collection

This whole baby business adds on a new dimension to your life.

And it adds in a whole new set of vocabulary as well; well let's say two sets if you don't already speak baby. For me, I'm good with languages, I speak English, Cantonese a little Chinese and Thai but Baby is pretty challenging. I also found out that I have hidden talents. I am able to produce up to 300ml of milk/3hours. Not bad for a first time cow. But seeing the progress in which i'm making, and taking into consideration i'm a pretty fast learner, I might consider a career change.

obsessive compulsive checking - thank god for my Avent manual pump

milk dud

Some people say i'm lucky... to be able to produce so much milk for nate. I've even earned myself the reputation in Mt. Alvernia Hospital as the "mommy with a lot of EBM". However they don't see the pains that I have to go through to ensure i don't get engorged breasts. They HURT like hell. And this one time, I had a blocked milk duct, and it drew a temperature of 39.3 degrees celcius out of me. Did I forget to mention that just before the fever hit, I was shivering my arse off. NOT FUN. Hey you know the irony of all this? I can't drink a single drop of milk myself - but yes I know.. cows don't drink milk; they drink water.

Three weeks on and things are looking better. My over productive milk factory has watered down a little (no punn intended) but things are more managable. I'm producing a little less, but enough for freezing for future use and daily consumption.

Disclaimer: Don't be fooled by all the glamour advertisements you see about breast feeding. Truth is its messy, you get your shirts wet and stained, milk all over your pillows and you smell like a walking lactose thingamabob if there's such a thing.

But things get better and I'm still for breastfeeding.

Glossary:

EBM - expressed breast milk

BF - Breast fed

CF - Cup fed

and check this one out. I still can't figure it out. When the doctor asks you " is nate fully breast fed?" I say sometimes, thinking that breast fed meant feeding straight from the breast but apparently it doesn't matter if it goes into his system through a bottle or from your tits. What they mean when they say that is that He's not on any other formula milk.

Just so you know.

Happi-durial

Come to think of it, the story of the day I went into labour, which I am going to tell you, seems to get a little more anti-climatic the more I think about it. You know, its the usual pain, exclaim, pain, inject, drip, no pain, numb, push and then it's out. Apparently my baby was pushed out so fast that he didn't even cry and kept on sleeping for the next couple of days. So much for drama. How could he do this to me after 9 months of anticipation?!

Anyway.

I did have a few interesting take aways from the delivery suite.

So as mentioned in the earlier post, I felt pains and shrugged it off as just a stomach upset and decided to go back to sleep and by the next morning, Sunday Nov. 19, 2006 at about 7.30am i started feeeling it bad. Decided to take a nice shower, wash my hair (was worried that i'd be bed ridden after popping and I hate not being able to take a bath) and woke the husband.

We checked into the delivery ward by 8.30am and by then nurses were buzzing in and out of the room, checking on me every few minutes. Everything went on like clockwork. These nurses must deliver like some 100 babies every few days, they kinda run on auto-pilot. So after losing a lot of dignity, I was told to be 2.5cm dialated. Terence was busy making sure he got all the admission details and CPF Medisave thingamajig stuff done while i was controlling my face as it got distorted every 10 minutes or so from the pain. At that point i was still not sure if it was too early to be in the room and if i should go home and wait til later to come back. The nurse just looked at me and said that I was mad and I was already on the road to delivery. How comforting. All I could think about at that time was whether I was wasting everyone's time with a false alarm.

The one thing I really appreciated from the staff in the delivery ward was their sense of humour. One nurse came in to check on me and handed me a mask which administered laughing gas. She called it "WONDER GAS" and claimed that it was what they used back in their days. "No such thing as epidurial. Last time all we had was Wonder gas. Of course we sang a lot of Songs along the way." (meaning there was a lot of screaming.

By 10am the pain started to get more intense. At that point it was all still natural. I hadn't started on any drugs. And wonder gas didn't seem to work on me.

maye: so... should I go with epidurial?

nurse: how are you feeling now?

maye: well, the pain is getting more intense but I can still live through it. umm how far am i?

nurse: about 3.5-4cm

maye: is it going to get worse?

nurse: YES much WORSE.

maye: oh in that case maybe.. I do wanna enjoy and be in control of my labour.

nurse: then take it. All the female gynaes will tell you to take it. They had it themselves.

at this point my OBGYN comes in... I LOVE HER by the way. She's the BEST. And drops me a line that I will never forget.

"In this hospital. Epidurial is known as HAPPY-durial! Because after that you feel NO PAIN"

And boy was she right.

About an hour later, after all the happy-durial and drips were administered, I was happy. NO PAIN at alll.

So what do i do?

Play travel scrabble with Terence.

But the game lasted about 2 hours because my blood pressure kept dropping at one point they had to give me a shot of something to make it higher. I had a lot of shots of something during my stay in hospital but I didn't bother remembering what it was. Even if i did, I prolly won't be able to spell it anyway.

Everything went pretty smooth for me and I thank God for that. Because at about 1400 hours, I felt this intense need to go to the toilet and take a dump but was told that that feeling was just the baby's head which was low. And i was ready to take the near final stage of labour.

So pushing was easy. ( In fact i conclude that giving birth is easier than being pregnant. )They lowered my dose of epidurial for a bit, so that i could feel the contractions. And at 1415 I started to push. Stopping in between to catch my breadth and have mindless conversations with my OBGYN. We had this running bet that baby would either have a lot of hair or be bald. So before the last push, I stopped to ask her if Terence or I won the bet. She told me to REACH down and TOUCH the baby's HEAD!!! and all I could feel was - i dunno what it was but i just said EEWWW.

By 1424 he was out.

"He's so ugly .... but he's mine!"

Apparently that's what I said when they first plonked him on me.

He did look a little odd. Reminded me of Golem from Lord of the Rings. He was all blue and covered with vernix ( the white creamy stuff that covers the baby's skin preventing it from being wrinkled, Nature is fantastic cause i know i sure didn't go in and apply it on him) and his eyes were swollen but i was more amused than grossed out.

Knowing my need to see things to make sense of things, my OBGYN presented to me what the placenta looked like and after seeing it, I don't see how anyone can eat their own placenta nor keep it as a pet or whatever. It's dam cool scientifically, especially when you see how it looks when it's in the waterbag and imagine that baby was in there too; but it should just be kept like away, in the fridge of the hospital or whatever they do with it for whatever human tests or make it into cosmetics etc.

So there. Baby was out and epidurial will always be known as Happy-durial to me from now on.

KUDOS to all staff at Mt. Alvernia Hospital. You guys Rock'd!

Day of births

terence baptised by Pastor Tony, right and Pastor Poh Ham, left

our cell members pray and bless our new brother in Christ!

group photo!

seng and I

Today was meant to be the Estimated Due Date of Nate (who was born 3 weeks early) but instead it was the day where we witnessed Terence's Spiritual birth-day.

Terence got baptised today and many of our cell group mates turned up to rally around him with love and support. What a blessing it is to have so many people love him like the way our Lord and Saviour does. Praise God indeed for the many journeys which we have taken individually and together now as a family.

Allelujah! Amen.

P.s. check out that huge CONGRATULATIONS banner in the photograph. There's history behind that you know. So far its been passed from cell member to cell member when there's something to celebrate about. In a month, its been passed through 3 different families (indicated by the yellow star) for different reasons. Some were for the arrival of newborns, baby dedication to God, and now Ah Seng's baptism. I can't wait to see how filled it becomes and its a gentle reminder of His blessings - which are not all indicated there by the way. (:

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transmission break. we finally found a chinese name for nate, and to see what it is, go to http://nate-to-date.blogspot.com/2006/12/nathanael-tan-wen.html we'll be back with more tales from the crib or rather delivery suite later. Thanks for your patience.

Mind over matter

being checked into the delivery suite

Its quite amazing how your mind can be tuned to the desired frequency anytime anywhere. Even when in labour. Mind over matter darling. (some say its denial)

It started Saturday (18th November 2006) morning when I had the "Show" which is one of the signs of oncoming labour. I had read in many books that the "Show" could mean that labour was as close as a day away or it could mean that labour was a few weeks away. Between a day and a week, I thought the second option was a better bet. Anyway, Nate was not supposed to be due till December 10, a good 3 weeks away. I found myself subconsciously playing it down as I didn't want to face disappointment.

Rewind.

I was advised by well meaning people in the office that i should split my 3 months of maternity leave up, taking one month before my EDD and 2 months after the birth. Being in a physically demanding job, i was not able to work till i popped as intended. Understandably, it was getting tough climbing up the hill to get to jobs (a lot of it was at the Istana) so i started to get comfy with the whole idea.

However, I was paranoid that boredom would set in and i'd find myself feeling more pregnant than ever before. I then set aside a time-table which included all the stuff i needed to do from house-hold chores to designing a wedding album for a friend. Much of it was dedicated to putting baby's stuff together; for the arrival.

First week of my leave.

BUSH had to come to Singapore and even though i was not shooting his visit, much of my time was spent co-ordinating accreditation and coverage for my colleague who came over from malaysia on assignment.

Wasted. That whole week of leave was gone. All of it on Bush. ALL OF IT. So when he left on Thursday morning, I was obsessed with making up for lost time.

Fast-forward 2 days.

The "Show"

Obsessive need to go shopping all of a sudden to buy last minute stuff like wet wipes, all this after doing the laundry of course.

Terence and I decided to brave the weekend crowd and make our way out to Carrefour. That's when i started having irregular contractions - which i played down as i was making my way between the tupperware and laundry hanger isle.

2 hours later

I was still up round about 2am chatting with friends on the msn (two very experienced mothers) and we were discussing my contractions. We decided to attribute the pains to some very delicious and potent Tulang Merah which Terence and I had the night before.

Steph: " It's prolly food poisoning"

Maye: " Ya i think so. It can't really be contractions cause the timings are pretty irregular and its not really getting very intense"

pause

Maye: " OH no i just felt another one! And this time my stomach sucked itself in like a vacuum."

Steph: " I think you should just GO to the hospital now, just get it checked out, now harm."

Maye: " I think its ok lah. If I go now, and it's a false alarm, i'm gonna wake my doctor up and by the time i get home it'll be sunrise. I think i'd rather sleep and anyway babies don't just fall out between your legs right? If the pain gets real bad i'm sure i'll wake up and besides i'm only 10 minutes from the hospital."

(actually i really treasured my sleep)

so the conversation went something like that.

I must mention that Steph and Fen did make their way to the hospital at 3am because they thought that i'd be going down to check myself in anyway. Having not spotted me for a while, Fen asked a nurse at the hospital if she'd seen a pregnant lady walk by. You can only imagine the wry answer from our been-there-done-that nurse who said with a straight face " a lot of pregnant women have walked passed!" Thank you for all the love girls. I feeel it.

Sunday November 19, 2006 8am

I check myself into the hospital after waking up firstly to pains in my stomach. And secondly seeing my tummy get sucked inwards like a vacuum everytime i feel a contraction. But more on labour later.

NOTE: no one had been able to really explain to me what a contraction felt like, but i can tell you it feels like really bad menstral cramps- ladies...or for men, just imagine the real real bad need to go and take a dump and your tummy aches until you kinda break into a cold sweat! and you still can't find a toilet and have to hold it all in.

There.

And if you find yourself grabbing your tummy as you read this right now, means you're either in labour or i've just proven to you an example of a mind over matter moment!(:

UPDATE!!!!!! i have an announcement

burp!

EVERYONE meet Nathanael my son. please go to this website for updates: http://nate-to-date.blogspot.com/ I am in a rush to the hospital now to visit baby who's undergoing photo-theraphy. Will update you in a short while.

In a weekend

i love looking at brides' bouquets

anticipation

It's been a long time since we've partied this hard. (for me, the word party is used very conservertively seeing that i'm a pregnant so i can't get drunk or run around too much).

But just over this weekend, we attended a friend's wedding over two days and we celebrated little Ethan's first birthday.

seng, brian, esther and i

In these two separate events, we saw a little girl fall into a birthday cake, a photographer fall off an Ikea stool, breaking the stool- i dunno which happened first, a father fall over on a rosewood chair, a little boy dressed up as a bumble-bee, fathers singing for their daughters, mothers singing for their daughters, couples exchanging life-time vows, mother-photographers forgetting their skills as professional photographers, a lot of food and most of all, the presence and blessings from God. It couldn't have gone any better (:

Meet Tanalee

Tanalee having a hands on experience in the love bubble during a feature story we did on Singapore's Love doctor's adult "playground"

disclaimer: i'm a photographer. Not a ponorgrapher (:

Everyone meet Tanalee; Tanalee, meet everyone.

Name: Tanalee Smith

Age: i'm not saying its 35 Height: taller than most Singaporean Women Nationality: Canadian (she says "about" in the canadian style.. "aboot" - most people find this exotic) Occupation: AP reporter Hates: Doing the F#*king oil stories aka FOS Loves: Love bubbles aka LB forF- you go figure Misses: The view from her old Cairo apartment which overlooked the pyramids

Lunch time converstaions

This conversation took place at the Mt. Alvernia Cafe right after my OBGYN visit.

Bryan came over for a quick 30 min lunch (Singapore Press Holdings is just next to the hospital) with Joyce en-route to another job.

Maye-e: Hey great news! Baby's engaged. Finally.

Bryan: How can he be? He's not even born yet!

(:

Wonderful

that's how i would describe these royce chocolates.

I was introduced to these little sinful chocolate bars 2 years ago but only got down to blogging about them now.

They MELT in your mouth or in your hands. That's how silky soft they are. And yes, they do taste wonderful. I am not doing them any justice by writing about them. You'll have to try it yourselves.

Sucker for Packagings

I am a sucker for good packaging.

Last night while having a glass of apple and cranberry juice i realised that Peel Fresh has come up with some very intelligent design for its juice packaging. The top part of the bottle is made of plastic but the rest of the body of the bottle is actually bio-degradable waxed paper. Very environmentally responsible indeed. So now let's be responsible customers as well!

I like.

Her Masters Voice - HMV

My cat is feeling lonely cause my brother left the country for his re-servist. I guess this is one sad cat.

Swell time

I love dots and i love this printed SWELL tube top (click on brand to see shop collection).

This is probably one of the only piece of clothing i got from a maternity shop at paragon. I usually avoid any form of maternity clothing because i'm still traumatised by the thought of wearing a dress and imagining a light bulb under me, with a pony tail and a chopstick attached with terence holding the other end of it, leading me around like a lantern.

Anyway.

I guess my hubby got tired of me wearing his cargo slacks and my AP t-shirts (which i still think are the comfortable-est clothes i can wear now) and so dragged me into this shop where i tried on a few outfits for an upcoming wedding of my church friend next week.

Good excuse to shop eh?

What can I say... Shopping is still shopping. I love it.

Thanks Terence (:

Back to Basics

It's been awhile since me and fellow photographer Bryan held a documentary workshop together at Objectifs. During which we were reminded how refreshing and important it was to share ideas with each other and fresh perspectives - from students - in a passion which if not nutured well and done to death can become just another profession.

Truth about cats and well, Cats

I love Cats (but dogs better) But i can't stand Cat hair. Really.

BLOGSPOT SUCKS

for 4 days i've been trying to upload pictures onto a post which i had to Save as Draft because there was something wrong with BLOGSPOT. UNTIL TODAY it doesn't WORK. WHATSUP with this site?!

Ahuh-Agar! - (finally published)

This is not a piece of installation art though it looks a little suspicious (:

It's Agar-Agar made by my husband terence!

Not only can he ride a 1000cc motorcycle, he can make some yummy agar-agar too.

(don't ask me what the relation between the two mentioned is but i think its got something to do with how men associate women with tupperware)

Pregnancy 101 - things your mother never told you

its not easy finding a CUTE picture of a placenta

Curiosity killed the cat but in some cases, it kills the apetite.

Truth is, Me being all scientific about pregnancy and my changing body, have been trying to find out what happens to the PLACENTA after you give birth to the baby - regrets very deeply that i did so. In fact i'm hoping that writing about it now will give me some sort of closure so that i will not end up dreaming about it. I can imagine some sort of B-grade movie "return of the giant placenta" flick coming on.

For those of you who may not have gone through pregnancy or yet to have long talks with your mother about gross topics oh, not forgetting the other human species which are not women and sound very much like mend (silent D). Here's what I found out.

Placenta:

>organ grows from the time of conception to eventually take over the production of hormones needed to sustain the pregnancy at around 12 weeks gestation (from your last menstrual period).

>It supplies your growing baby with a means of obtaining nutrients for development as well as a method of waste disposal.

>This is the only disposable organ ever made.

So far it sounds pretty cool. At this point i feel Nature is amazing.

You see, finding out all that is FINE.

but get to the part where I found out that people actually EAT PLACENTA; i stopped - I couldn't swollow anymore of it (no punn intended).

It doesn't get any better.

> Placenta (apparently) tastes like beef.

>There are many sites that give you receipes on different placenta dishes including PLACENTA STEW, PLACENTA in Brocolli and PLACENTA COCKTAIL.

> Placenta is used in most cosmetics especially anti-aging ones.

I have a doctor friend that told me about his days as a young Medical Officer where he had to do a stint in the delivery ward. Some hospitals take these placentas and put them in a giant fridge to be later collected by cosmetic comapanies. At first i was a little upset that i wasn't about to be paid or given any due credit for carrying about 5kg of weight around for 9 months while some multi-million dollar company used that part of me to make even more money. But now i dont' really wanna think about it.

Please don't be offended if you practise the culture of bringing home your placenta to bury it in the garden because it was given by mother nature to support your baby and now has to return to earth. I believe that everyone has their own cultural beliefs.

but eating it... dude... common

sorry but i'm not strong enough to stomach that thought.

Husband to note in delivery room: if the doctor asks, i'll just focus on baby in my arms and pretend i didn't see the third stage of delivery...

Other thing to note: It's good to have doctor friends

To consider: staying vegetarian

JOIN us.

No one would have guessed that taking such "lovely" photographs of ourselves could start a trend... What's yours?

Check out Abigael with her new look here!

The inconveniences of convenience

Meet and eat... why not?

It was after all, an early celebration (well, small get together) for our buddy Chi Yin's birthday which falls on Tuesday. Boy did we eat... 5 of us, sat and ate from 6.30pm till about 10.30pm tonight. But time passed so quickly. I guess it was one of those meetings where we had much to catch up on. And it was good. Our dinner entertainment was a present we bought her. It was an electronic Fork which twirls your speghetti for you.

At first glance you would think that this would make the PERFECT gift for a pasta lover (think chi yin) whom i found out loves PENNE (not fork twirling friendly - in fact you can eat it with a spoon). Anyway we had to borrow a pair of scissors from the friendly waiter to cut our fork packed in a blister pack-open. And then, wash the fork, only then to find out that the AAA batteries which we went to buy on a separate occasion, could not be used because the battery casing in the fork had to be opened with a small screwdriver - which- you guessed it - we didn't have. So much for convenience. ha! and we thought we had it all planned out. Anyways, Happy Birthday in advance cheekers. Was a good time spent together.

Weird Findings #02

SO

WE found ourselves having so much fun looking this weird.

And I'm not about to say that WE = Bryan, Mugi, Terence and Maye-E

(;

Dit, i win (:

It's good to see Dita, my AP colleague from the Indonesia bureau again_ in Singapore.

Though i didn't have much time to spend with him, we established one thing:

All that weight that he lost; i've put on.

(;

p.s. this photo was taken by a reuters photographer (:

Weird Findings #01

I found this at that hardware shop just outside IKEA about 6 months ago.

Been wanting to blog about this but didn't get down to doing it.

But yes.

Here it is... WeiRd Findings numero uno:

They do think of everything!

I think the graphics are especially entertaining

Hole in none

these are just 4 out of a few more photographers which we call deskers (cause they stay at the desk) and make sure you don't see any holes in your morning Straits Times paper.

They work till almost 2am everyday, so: many thanks to them.

Ok now, go buy your copy of The Straits Times!

(by the way, they're always there together at the same time)

Mr. Little Big Heart

photo by terence tan

This, my friend: is a picture of a 5 year old boy crying NOT out of protest but out of compassion.

My nephew Ethan (which some of you have met in my previous blogs) displayed his compassionate and honest sincere little heart today when he went to hospital to visit his mom (who by the way is in good shape - nothing major - so don't panic).

Neither Terence or I, have seen him cry all his 5 years of life. But today when it was time for him to leave the hospital, his face started to prune up - but he held it back...

All of a sudden, he reached out and patted his mom on the shoulder and encouraged her. A scene you usually see when your grandpa or grandma is trying to cheer you up when you had a rough day, after a decent hour of pap talk.

Then suddenly he looked at his mom and held her cheek and told her to take good care of herself and that she'd be ok in hospital.

I could hardly keep in the tears.... so embarrassing - but so touching.

You know, they say, One eye sees and the other feels right?!!!

Then, i guess, the little boy couldnt hold it in anymore and he started to cry but in a considerate fashion-quietly. But i was very very impressed that he wasn't crying because he had to go home, and be separated from mommy but he was crying because he was sad that she had to be left alone and left in a strange place where you are forced to wear green uniforms and have people come and stick things into you. You know when you are young, you hear horrid stories of how people go to the hospital to move on to a better place and its mainly for the old and dying. Go figure why he couldn't bare to leave her.

I doubt many of us would react that way when we were 5.

We only cry cause we can't buy a certain toy that we'd forget about after 5 minutes anyway (:

So innocent but yet so big and selfless was his little heart.

Three cheers for you Ethan.

so many ways to spell that one word

Just a random thought:

i realised that there are a couple of common spelling errors when typing the word "Singapore".

1) Singapoe

2) Signapore

3) Sinapore

i guess there's no real reason why i chose this word except that i use it in my daily captions for the pictures that i send out to AP and the computer remembers these words when making searches in the web browser "search" fillers.

happy to pass this on

I forgot how much mindless joy i received from playing this game in my primary school days. Don't expect it to be interllectually challenging in any way because it's not. It is however, very theraputic. OBJECTIVE: Be the first player to score 100 points by rolling two pigs as dice. and check this: One player must keep score. This player is known as the 'swineherd."

click on image to see larger version

ON YOUR TURN Roll both pigs together onto a smooth surface and mentally note the score. Points are scored according to how the pigs land. (See Scoring ) After noting your points, you must now decide whether to stop rolling and score, or to keep rolling to try and add points to your score. STOP ROLLING If you choose to stop rolling, add up the points that you have rolled so far on this turn and have the swineherd mark your score on the score pad. This ends your turn. Pass the pigs to the next player. KEEP ROLLING You may continue to roll the pigs again and again on your turn, each time mentally keeping a running total of the points rolled. You may keep rolling until one of the following occurs to end your turn: o You decide to stop rolling and score. o You roll a "Pig Out" which means you score 0 points for this turn. (See Scoring.) o You roll an "Oinker" which means you lose all of your points accumulated in the game so far. (See Scoring.) At the end of your turn, have the swineherd mark your score (if any) on the score pad Pass the pigs to the next player. GO FORTH and Liberate yourselves!

Here's the link for a flash version of the game: PASS THE PIGS ONLINE

goof troop

You know how things happen in phases?

Think i'm in the word/puzzle game phase now so forgive me if i've missed your calls but my brain's pretty occupied right now.

the Evidence : and then:

the bigger, the harder to see

Don't mind if i go on about my pregnancy for a bit but there are just so many things I found out that your mother never told you.

Wait till i get to the part about placentas.

In the mean time, i found out that it's been ages since i saw my own two feet.

Except in this mirror image taken sometime last week while i was re-decorating my room.

The influence of a Portrait

This my friends: Are my friends. Apparently it is common for photographers to pose in a pansive manner when being shot. Perhaps they are shy. That's why they hide behind the camera. But anyway. Notice the similarities? And then i noticed this similarity in a 3-D ultra sound picture of my baby at 28 weeks. Maybe people have a lot more influence on us then we think. Either that, or he's just gonna end up being another photographer. ooooohhh......... something to think about huh (;

Less talk more action please!

This is what our little favourite friend Meg has to do when she takes a walk outdoors. I think our people up there, and you know where, should stop talking with their neighbours and take some action, or help them make up their minds... We don't need all this haze. (Meg you still look so darn cute even when you don't show your full face (: but that's not the point. We have more serious issues to discuss here. OOOps i mean get cracking at)

Aiya. see la. Can't run away. So singaporean.

All talk and no action.

In Hiding

I miss you all. It's been a long time since i've updated my blog. No particular reason for the silence. I guess sometimes you intend to add a new post but don't get much time to do it, and the news gets old and you lose steam. We've all been pretty busy with several photo assignments (IMF, Golf etc.) But things should slow down at work now and there shouldn't be anymore excuses to hide behind my fast-growing belly. So watch out for more postings. Best,

Preview

The one thing i love about my job... moments like this.

Talk about being Thorough

picture and caption by bryan

Today, marked the passing of yet another year. Another NDP preview to cover.

The security checks are always so tight and sometimes, we get bored by the same routine so we find ways to amuse ourselves.