Feel Beautiful

I have lost count the number of babies' parents I've congratulated this year.

It is an interesting sight to witness over eleven new-born babies' photos (in black & white) pinned at a corner in my office by fellow colleagues.

It's like shouting "Hey ! See what I've got. This is mine."

I thought, yes, the only thing we can truly call our own is the blood and flesh of ours.

A unique creation by two individuals that formed into one.

That beauty of love is astounding.

Interestingly, recent surge in baby count within my sight of environment have spun a rage of maternal instinct in me.

It makes me wonder how I may look like if I am carrying a "balloon" under my waist - will I look clumpsy? will I appear fat like a pig? will I lose my feminity because I lose my curves?

I think mum-to-be is sexy, can be sexy and definitely feminine.

And I will capture that beautiful moments to reflect my ability to give life and celebrate femininity.

Cherish every single breath and heart beat you hear inside of you - for no more than 9 months.

To all my friends and cousins who are celebrating maternity....this is for you.




Labour of Love




A great adventure is about to begin.




A mother's joy begins when new life is
stirring inside...
when a tiny heartbeat is heard for the
very first time,
and a playful kick reminds her that she
is never alone.





Before you were conceived I wanted you
Before you were born I loved you
Before you were here an hour I would die for you
This is the miracle of Mother's Love.





A baby is something you carry inside you for nine months, in your arms for three years and in your heart till the day you die.