My Pride & Joy

MIA - not. I went to give birth. ^_^My country gives money for people that pops babies. So why not take the money if I can? 4K is not a small amount.....

And as a mum now, I finally understand why people say that kids are every parent's pride and joy. Whenever the world disappoints me, I will take a look at Jay and he will make me feel happy. It's a comfort to know that no matter how fucked up the world is, there is still a little thing that is so innocent. And of course, I feel damn proud whenever I look at his chubby face (and legs....and arms). *grins*

So, here goes......Presenting my little bundle of joy who made his grand entrance to this world on 29 October 2010 : Jay Ang

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Freshly pulled out from inside of me...see the hair is still messy?

With Great-Grandma

With Grandma - who dotes on him to death...

Caught with his cheeky smile at three weeks old!

I dance Para Para dance for you!

Oooohhhh.....

People say we have the same eyes but I am quite sure I don't glare at people like him!

Neh neh pok!

Actually, the neh neh is not the focus but his new hairstyle.

First Christmas at Pan Pacific Hotel

Speechless about this....Jay Jay wants to sleep but I want to bathe him so he did this - sleep while I bathe him. -.-ll

The Tribal Fighting Fish

Why a fighting fish?

Have you ever seen a fighting fish? It fights. Till the very end. It retains it's beauty and glory till it's very end. It never says die and no matter what destiny has for them, they defy it. It will never say okay and accept what fate has in store for it.

Tribal? Well, all my three tattoos are of tribal designs so it has to be a tribal.

I have learnt from many past experiences that it's up to oneself to protect herself.

A fighting fish will always remind me that no matter what fate has in store for me, it's up to me to say okay or FUCK YOU, MOTHER FUCKER.

Disappointed. Utterly.

It doesn't take much. Really.

To know how much you are worth to someone.

The feeling of always being the short-changed one sucks.

And it sucks even more when one is short-changed and the realization that one was never important either. You are here just because you happen to be at the right place at the wrong time.

It doesn't take much either - to be disappointed and to eventually hit the point of "I don't give a fuck anymore".

After all, when people promise you things and go back on their words too many times, one will eventually give up believing. No?

The name game

DoRAYmon told me to think of names for the baby. So I came up with :

- Ang Ku Kueh (nice to eat mah)
- Ang Gong Gong (the name power can? can ward off evil.)
- Ang Ang Ang (the correct way to pronounce this is to sing it like the Doraemon song)

DoRAYmon said No to all the names. So I gave up and told him to go think of one himself.
He is smarter. He is dumping it on the fortune teller. When the baby is born, he is going to bring the eight characters to the fortune teller to get a name. Win lor.

Then he said maybe we can think of Christian names. So, I came up with :

- Lucas (Ray called it Lu-kar-ching) -.-
- Matthias (Ray cannot pronounce the name)
- Jay (think Jay Chou. Ray of course said no)

So, now back to square one. No name. Bleah.

Because I can and I will

Because I have done it before,
And I know I can do it, 
I can and I will do it a second time if I have to.


You can chose not to prioritize,
And chose not to respect,
And I will do the same.


Except you didn't know me well then.
Neither do you know me well enough now. 
When I switch off and turn around,
I walk and I do not turn back.


You can repeat a mistake another make. 
Except you should know I do not give second chances.
No matter who, no matter what,
No second chances.


You had two choices. 
You chose A so don't ask for B when your decision is fucked.
You chose and you shall bear the consequences.


And like I always said,
Too late - the damage is done.
Don't bother trying anymore.
Even if I can, I will not turn around cos there is no point in saying Sorry and making amends.

Kick, baby, kick!

I never knew how amazing being pregnant was till I felt my belly moved big time.

It was almost twenty weeks into the pregnancy before I felt the baby kick. But the kick was so strong that Ray can feel tremors when he puts his hand on my belly. What followed after that was magical and at times, amusing. 

Ray probably felt more excited than me from the first time he saw the foetus on the screen at the doctor's clinic. It was well, a foetus to me but he found it very amazing that it was his baby he is looking at. When we heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time and was told the internal bleeding has cleared and the baby is safe, Ray grinned like an idiot. 

Last month, we went for the 20th week check up and for those who are parents, you will know how detailed this is. The doctor took a screen shot of the face and the other body parts and for the first time, we all saw something very prominent down there - which tells us the baby is a boy. Nothing could described the look on Ray's face. I was a little disappointed cos I was hoping for a girl. But I guess, as long as the baby is healthy, it's okay regardless of the sex it is.

These few weeks, we could feel the kicking getting stronger and stronger and of course, more and more movements throughout the day. You think you watching the World Cup is fun? I am having more fun cos I can feel someone doing soccer movements in me. Ray's favorite sentence for now is "Kick, baby, kick!" because he thinks these kicks are funny. Nice husband huh?

We still have about four months to go before I am due and while sometimes I don't really feel good because of all the hormones, I thank God every now and then because save for a few puking, room spinning episodes and short tempers, I think I have it real easy. And with a husband like Ray, I guess I am luckier than a lot of my girlfriends. Not taking a dig at anyone but I know know why so many of my girlfriends were pissed at not getting enough support from their husbands.

I guess like most first-time parents, we are going to keep ourselves amused by the little one's antics till he is due to arrive in November. As for now, we'll keep our eyes on that belly as we wait for the time to arrive when we can see the belly moves because his movements are huge!

The long overdue wedding photos

The wedding has been over for a month, I know. I have a good excuse. I was tired. Lalalalala....

Anyway, better late than never, here are the pretty photos from our wedding album.

Enjoy. Because like every other couple, soon these photos will be kept in a part of the store room till one day when the kids ask to see it. Which will be a good fifteen years later.

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Ray has concealer and lip gloss on!

I wanted to write blushing bride but people who knows me knows I don't blush. Buay paiseh, what to do?

Ray's friend called this the "sexy hip twist". O.o

Hort Park

We have a brilliant photographer, I must say.

And how can we forget Sentosa.....where it all started.  ^_*

We have a photo like that taken that morning when we were leaving.....

And the oh-too-familiar spot!

One last shot at Sentosa before the rain came puring down.

Jill to Ray : Will you marry me?

Ray : "Oooooh...checks out the cleavage!" Of course! 

A scene from the Storm Riders. Look at the sky! Weeet!

The black black photo. Can see nothing except the big red thing on my hair.