A Different Smile Now

Intense, relaxed and playful in a flash.

The Number 3

Books & Bed

More books. Colouring improved greatly, having noticed that objects have boundaries to color within. Art has developed a lot, able to draw crude faces.

More bed. Given the right bed, she digs in. I think we're all like that, no?

But when I say "more bed" I actually mean that she's taking up more bed space! Heheh. She likes to form the horizontal of the letter "H" sleeping between her two slaves. Tucking her feet under the tummy of one slave or resting on top of it, and nestling the head over with the other slave.

18 Faces?

Getting there.

More Like Daddy?

I still say no. Perhaps the dimple is like one I used to have... perhaps a little of the nose... perhaps some of the wavy hair...

Leaping at u

In no time at all, it seems, tiny Hanaa ain't so small any more. Now she jumps, she pounces, she runs and she leaps at you.

In case you have not read from my earlier posts, "HA NA" pronounced as such, means 'first', 'flower' and 'happiness' in Korean, Japanese and Arabic, respectively. From a daddy's point of view, she certainly embodies 'first' for her and for many. Take me for example, first time daddy. First time getting happily trampled under tiny feet. First time getting pee'ed on....

Flower... she's beautiful. Ergh hmm.... in my opinion, if not yours.

Happiness... working on it. Sometimes wildly so, other times demanding we make her so! If she sees you, I warn you, either she's too shy to give you orders, or she leaps right at you throwing instructions like a Queen ie. you know you have to do something to please her, just that half the time, you don't know how exactly.

Bir'day

Hanaa wishes her mommy, "Maii! Bir'day!" But let me rewind back 10 minutes...

Hanaa sees the cake. Hanaa says, "Daeii!" Points. "Cake!"

I turn to her. She points insistently, "Party cake!"

Her well-trained Daddy goes right ahead to slice the cake, dice it, I should say. Then Hanaa promptly helps herself to the little dices.

5 minutes later, satisfied, Hanaa wishes her Mommy, "Maii! Bir'day!"

Behind the camera

Is Hanaa! In front of the camera is also Hanaa. Hanaa Hanaa Hanaa...

See some neck

Her wavy hair grows fast, and Hanaa still doesn't stay all that still for her Mommy or Daddy to trim it. Good thing is she now allows us to tie it up for her so some cool air can reach her neck.

Pulling my Leg-O

Hanaa has begun her journey into the world of Lego, following the footsteps of her Daddy, 'to boldly go where her Daddy has gone before'.

You can't see it clearly in these shots, but she now accepts having her hair tied up. She still doesn't like to wear bands. Tie ups and clips will have to do for now. I'll post those pics in a sec.

Nature's Thumbprint

It astounds me how some events, nodes along threads of destiny, seemingly unrelated, on hindsight, form a tapestry. I had an injury in 2003, nasty one. Then through my work, I meet people. My injury returns to remind me it's there and needs attention. These people I recently meet so happen to have similar injuries and can share their experience and paths to recovery.


Sometimes, I find myself not the master of the weave, but a rider on a thread being spun into a larger tapestry. I am a vessel carried towards others in events not of my planning or desire, touching other threads and who knows, perhaps sparking a chain of events to come, for better or worse.

Groovin'

Ah, how time passes by... sometimes seeming too slow and other at other times, way too fast. My Hanaa is now agile, lithe and into all sorts of physical activities. She grooves to tunes, bounces to dance rhythms, and she swims right after her mommy.

Yes, you read that last correctly -- Hanaa, with upper-arm support floats, loves to twist and turn, kick and paddle, and has successfully done some freestyle paddles to propel herself in the pool. Today, I spied her trying to learn her mommy's FrOgGy kicks, too!

Some nights, she would call out, "Toes!" Point her finger to her mommy's collections, "Colour!" or "Purple!" or "Pink!" Hanaa knows her fat slave ain't good with colours, so if given half a choice, she'd direct her requests to the other slaves who would dutifully set her down someplace and begin the gruelling task of colouring Hanaa's little nails.

Lately Hanaa's favourite mount has been suffering from some back pains. As a result, she doesn't get her usual amount of free transport. No, no, you are right. Hanaa won't settle for short change so what she did was hop onto the next best mount.

Best thing to happen, I must say, is how Hanaa now calls out to her slaves, especially when she wants to feed them Nestle Fruit Loops... yes, Hanaa does feed her slaves. Hanaa would say, "Dayyi!!!" or "Mommai!!!" and pop a loop at a time into the waiting open mouths of her slaves. She expects strick obedience and screeches at her slaves or hits them if they fail to let her feed when she asks nicely. She even selects the loops by colours, finishing a colour before moving on to the next.

But hooray! Little Hanaa calls out to her mommy and daddy, finally.

Yum-yum-yum-yum! Delicioouussss!

Delicious, warm, rich flavours scent the air. An excited Princess breathes it all in, and then she was observed slipping in and out of the kitchen to check on the oven. She was just tall enough now to see the source of the aroma within: cupcakes baking in trays.

Toot-toot-toot-toot! And the treasures were presented to the princess. In two of the photos here, you'll notice the Princess in the background taking in the view, trying to resist temptation and obvious desire to pinch the rainbow rice between tiny fingers, to take a savory bite, fill her palate.

But a moment later, she gave in to temptation to the delight of her slaves. The cupcakes are enriched with milk, and since Princess Hanaa does not take milk in drink form, an ingenious slave keeps slipping it into the Princess' diet in baked disguise.

It's Cool, It's Hot

Hanaa Wong SY goes, "Coooooooll!" Daddy Wong had managed to teach her to say 'cool' and she sometimes uses it when eating ice-creams, but also when drinking cold Pokka jasmine green tea.

Since moving into our new condo, Hanaa has got a playground to play in. Initially she was all excited about it and kept trying to drag her slaves out with her everyday to walk around the grounds of her new palace or to visit her playground. Now the fire has doused somewhat although once in a blue moon, like on the day photographed here, she would want to go out and play despite gloomy skies and booming thunder, to the chagrin of her slaves, the fatter one of which is left to become mosquitoe-feed while doting over the Princess.

Mommy & Daddy

After about 2 years and 4 months, Hanaa's slaves are still looking fine. One of her slaves in particular, has grown somewhat, even as Hanaa herself is growing and putting on weight. That particular slave is now hoping to NOT continue putting on weight. Any idea who I'm talking about?

Hanaa poses for TTL Calendar 2009

Pro-model Hanaa Wong, in an informal interview with Daddy Wong, was gracious to allow our TTL photographer (also Daddy Wong) to capture a few of her signature poses.

Behold!