Monday, February 21, 2005
oh, gee.
ouhh, off we go to a wedding, a wedding...
congrats to ogy&omar, may your life together be beautiful always. you know, they're going to paris for their honeymoon (hana turns green with envy like the bride's dress). oh, and if mr stork drops a honeymoon baby, please don't name her 'paris' - especially if you stay at the hilton. hee.
# posted by izadnhana at 12:14 PM
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congrats to ogy&omar, may your life together be beautiful always. you know, they're going to paris for their honeymoon (hana turns green with envy like the bride's dress). oh, and if mr stork drops a honeymoon baby, please don't name her 'paris' - especially if you stay at the hilton. hee.
# posted by izadnhana at 12:14 PM
Thursday, February 10, 2005
year of the.. sheep?
wo men ai na ke baa baa. wo yao!
and i better stop before i butcher huayi cool any further.
hana wanted to keep for herself this housewarming gift, the selfish gift-giver her.
she likes sheep. it's white.
# posted by izadnhana at 2:39 AM
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and i better stop before i butcher huayi cool any further.
hana wanted to keep for herself this housewarming gift, the selfish gift-giver her.
she likes sheep. it's white.
# posted by izadnhana at 2:39 AM
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
rockabye
i had a nice nap with him on mum's bed. (him being my very own nephew, a.k.a. baby adam.)
he's a naughty sleeper, turning a few degrees counter-clockwise till his head and pillow are a good distance apart. he'd suck on air and smack his lips, perhaps dreaming of an endless river of manna-tasting milk. and with some luck, his thumb manages to land in his mouth.
i watched as he heaved and sighed through that tiny nose and mouth in his deep slumber. izad calls him 'the thinker' coz he always has this crinkly frown on his forehead and looks all serious, like he's in deep thought. probably wondering what time he should poo next.
# posted by izadnhana at 11:07 PM
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he's a naughty sleeper, turning a few degrees counter-clockwise till his head and pillow are a good distance apart. he'd suck on air and smack his lips, perhaps dreaming of an endless river of manna-tasting milk. and with some luck, his thumb manages to land in his mouth.
i watched as he heaved and sighed through that tiny nose and mouth in his deep slumber. izad calls him 'the thinker' coz he always has this crinkly frown on his forehead and looks all serious, like he's in deep thought. probably wondering what time he should poo next.
# posted by izadnhana at 11:07 PM
