This might be last year photos where I went to Robbie Williams concert in Perth, December 2006. They've been in my mobilephone for ages. I didn't have a chance to upload them to my computer. Finally I did. So here they are.

It's funny when sometime you saw yourself as the reflection of your mother. Not that I said my mother is good or bad. I always think my mother's motherly side is the best, in the ways of brought us up and cared for us till we stood up on our own feet.

I never thought that I would do what my mother did to us. But some other times, I've been doing what she has done years ago. For example this morning. I woke up at 6am, started with prepared a milk bottle for my youngest child, then prepared some stuff to be cooked for my husband lunch, since he had to leave the house at 7.15am for some early meeting in town. Then I had to get myself ready for morning and my kids ready for starting the day. Then prepared some lunch for my son to bring to school. By 8.30am, myself, my son and my daughter walked to my son's school.

I am a morning person. I have full dedication to my loving family. If I could do such things for them I feel my own accomplishment as a mother, a wife....and a person who loves to become a mother and wife.

Yesterday it was my cleaning day. I know, I only had one at home, while the other one was at school. But sometime you felt like you wanted to get your work done quickly so you could move on to other one. So, since my daughter into watching television then I put on Maisy on the farm DVD. It worked really well. She's having fun and entertainment. While I could finished my work....not so nice...cleaned bathroom and cleaned the house. When she finished, then we both moved on to go to do some groceries shopping. After that we had lunch together, we played....and when I took her for afternoon sleep, my body must need it too....since I felt asleep next to her.

I've been through some experiences or saw or read some people tried to give some of worthy advices to others. I found some people knew how to give the right advices at the right context and right time. Some could be just as pushy as they could be. For me giving advice is more like passing some opinions. Whether the person who receive the advice will take it or not, that his/her decision. Some advice givers could be so iron hands, he/she might not happy if we have different opinion with them. Sometime I would just thought....'hey...it's my life..I'm the one who will deal with it...so beat it, let me decide what best for me...and thanks for giving some words in my head'.

My mum once said life (or giving advice) was like playing with kite. You can't pull the string to hard, otherwise you might cut it off and loose the kite (the person you care), or you can't just let the string let loose. All also depends with the wind how hard and where it blows (which is more indicating the influences of life situation).

So, when I try to comment of people I would think first, find the right words and the right moment and be prepared that this person might not taking any words I've said. At the end it's their decision for their life. With that, I also wish that whoever try to give me some piece of words, I would appreciate if she/her wouldn't be so pushy. Sometime this forced opinion could do more harm than help. Instead you making closer relationship you might breaking it.

Anyway....this thing just came up on my mind. I though I would share piece of thought with you all. Whatever your opinion about this, I rest that on your hand.

Have a good weekend all.

This what happened when you live in different country with your parent or the rest of family. Sometime, I missed my mum's cooking. No matter you grow older, this craving could always come (oh well at least to me). So, here I am, craving (but not pregnancy craving...LOL) of one of my mum's cooking. You could find anywhere at any restaurant that have the same taste. What do I do? Oh well....I just have to get the recipe from my lovely mother and try to cook it the best I could. Luckily, today I could get the taste. Not too bad for a person like me who never cooked while living with my mum ages ago. Now my own self...a mother to my two children and a wife to my husband...I just have to improvise .......... and be a cook.