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Well, it seems like I was trying to read the newspaper. Until the phone rang, and I decided the phone is more news-worthy than the newspaper now.

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Grandfather: See, we need to take a photo now
Pu Niao: (whimper) I want to touch the cake…
Grandfather: Look at the candle burning
Pu Niao: (whimper) I still want to touch the cake…

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Grandfather: Quick, look at the camera, we’re taking a photo
Pu Niao: mmmm… mmm…. (grimacing)
Camera snap. Flash…
Pu Niao: I think I just pooped into my diapers…

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Memories of my Grandfather: Part 18

My grandfather’s trying to look serious and I’m fawning to the camera. Cute, right? Too bad you can’t cuddle me now, cos I have the tendency to bite… ~.~

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Memories of my Grandfather: Part 17

Grandfather posing at home, and from the shirt he’s wearing, I’d dare deduce that he’s getting ready to go for his birthday celebration at a restaurant. Because if he’s wearing a white shirt, it means that he’s getting ready to go for a relative’s wedding celebration instead.

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Memories of my Grandfather: Part 16

Grandfather: Never mind, I’ll stash the baby away while I catch up on the news first.
Pu Niao: (at one corner) Om nom nom…

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Memories of my Grandfather: Part 13

Grandfather: Wait, we have to take a photo first.
Pu Niao: Urgh! I want to grab the cake…
Grandfather: We are taking the photo now.
Pu Niao: Umph!! One… more… step…

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Memories of my Grandfather: Part 12

Yes, I know. And like what photographer out there, professional or not, will tell you. Keeping a baby out of the picture is easy, but keeping the baby away from food isn’t. Take it from me, I look psyched to get a handful of that cake in front of me.

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Memories of my Grandfather: Part 10

I dare assure you all, before there were 3 Musketeers, 5 Muskeeters and a toddler had already existed in Singapore. A recap on who’s who once again, with new characters to boot. At the back row, from left to right is my mother (with short cropped hair) followed by one of my aunties (my grandfather’s [...]

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Memories of my Grandfather: Part 8

From a young age, I was already “fashion-conscious”. Pretty dress? Check. Umbrella for protection from the weather? Check. Pink shoes for a lady? Check. Beautiful pose? Check. My grandfather smiling in the background? Check. That’s why I’m telling you all, I’m a trend-setter from young. This is honed through dressing up prettily and seeing my [...]

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