the lastsplash

It is no secret, deep down inside, we all want a Siri to do our bidding. I don't own a iPhone 4S, but there are some things I wish Siri will do for me. Below is my top 10 list: Siri, order some roses and deliver to my wife for our wedding anniversary. Include some sweet words in the card. Siri, edit the photos and upload them to Facebook. Siri, blog about my incredible date last night. Siri, download my favourite drama, sitcom and animes. Siri, give me the gist of today's news (as what the President may receive). Siri, upgrade my competency status. Siri, sharpen my monthly progress report. Siri, cook me dinner. Siri, take out the trash. Siri, feed my baby, change his baby diapers and coax him to sleep. (Woah, Siri doubles as the latest domestic helper in the market?! Okay I cheated abit on this one, there are three tasks.)

Twelve months ago, our baby boy came into this world. It was the beginning of our new journey. The delivery suite was cold. I held the camera tightly, waiting for the moment. The gynecologist came in and told me to put it away. "No time for this." My job was to urge my wife to push hard. "One and two and three..." And then, came his first cry. "Where's my camera? Where's my camera?" I scrambled for it. First was the cutting of umbilical cord, then the body check, the weighing scale, and Bertrand was in Mummy's arms for the first time. Before I knew, it had begun - my journey as a father and Bertrand's dedicated photographer. From the start, Bertrand is a natural when it comes to posing for the camera. He would look at the camera. The boy is cheerful. It was easy to capture him smiling. Not wanting to miss out any of it, I had the camera by my side, day and night. The first time he smiled, mumbled, laughed out loud, flipped over, crawle