Baby Rui Ying had her first month bash in June. It is a Chinese tradition to hold a celebration when a baby is one month old.
I have previously blogged about her first photos after my niece was born. This time round, I had less time to shoot with her alone since she was the star of the night.
My brother’s childhood friend spending a light-hearted moment with my dad.
My sister was a little unwilling to be photographed.
But she was more at ease after I put a prop in her hand.
Looking at grandpa.
She finally fell asleep in my dad’s arms. My favourite shot of the day. It’s not tack sharp, due to my sloppy manual focus technique, and the background could have been cleaner. But this photo speaks to me.
Rui Ying with her dad. She’s looking more and more like my brother when he was a baby. I was quite surprised to see the striking resemblance when I pulled out his baby photos over the weekend.
My girlfriend in a fluster. The baby was hungry and demanded to be fed.
I love durians. They are my favourite fruits. Some of my friends can’t stand the smell. My girlfriend hates it.
But I can sit down for hours and eat durians like there’s no tomorrow. I only refrain from doing so because durians are high in calories.
My parents know that my siblings and I love durians. They make it a point to buy sack loads of durians when they are in season.
The right way to open durians is to cut a slit along the durian’s sutures and then pry them open. Durian shells are made up of several segments. These segments can be easily split by hand. You just need to take the durian, eat the flesh, lick the seed, discard the seed, and lick your fingers.
When opened properly, the durian flesh will be sitting snugly in the shells, enticing you to eat them.
I found this image on Google. This is not how you open a durian. The whole experience of eating a durian is ruined if you do this.