Kissing in Every City: The Nomadic Family

I have been told the first day we arrived in Halong Bay that we might come back day earlier, so we won't miss the flight. But,  instead we chose not to.  We left on the fourth day,  and after breakfast, we were waiting for out pick up. Waiting.  Waiting.  8:30 it's late.  None and never one vehicle arrived.  The Halong party hotel staff was so helpful and she offered to ring up the driver. She said,  he was coming in 10 minutes. Later on a green taxi arrived. And he assured us we won't be paying anything. Everything was included. He drove us to the bus station. And almost,  one lady driver of a motor driving towards our taxi. Good.  He made us safe.  And...  the agent was waiting for us. And,  she bus conductor gave us two bus ticket which each costs 100k each.  It was long drive.  Like it took 4 hours as we left around 9nish. And arrived at the bus station passed 1pm.  Worried that we might miss the plane flying at 3:50p.m. We had no cho

Feeding ducks. Enjoying nature. Just breaking free.  The family arrived at Tim Neville park searching for parking. Luckily, the police car drove out, so dad parked in front of the memorial after he dropped us at the entrance.  He took out the baby from the back seat as he looked and searched for us. Finally, he found us on the green grass under the shady tree. My mind wandered on how I could manage my time to write. And how I could I do my writing assignment without making them feel that working was special as them. Hay! Just a big sigh and a heavy heart. But I  was trying to feel at ease. Maybe it must be the weather or my monthly period adding to this heavy feeling inside that kept me hard to breathe with the mask on. He placed the sleeping baby at the big tree next to the pram while he invited Orci and Hannah to feed the ducks.  He tried to communicate with me, but here I was silently resting comfortably my head on this purple bean bag.  While scribbling on m

Shots from Ringwood Lake Sibling photo shoot ☺️  I felt the tightness in my legs after walking to Ringwood Lake via Heathmont trail. It was the family's second walking challenge. The first one was going to Lakewood Lake. And honestly, I was really tired. Imagine not walking for 6 months. My legs sore and I got few blisters. We never had plans to go there all the way, we just stopping at the nets club and when Tibor, the dad  invited us to go to the nearest park in  Heathmont, I told him, " do you dare to go to Ringwood Lake by foot?" Well.. challenge started when he said yes.  And in fact, I didn't regret it going there because it was the first time when kids were having so much fun with the big slide. They even tried doing it over and over again.  At first, Tibor junior was scared, so he wasn't convinced to try, he was just playing in the small one. But, when Hannah had to try, she was really having fun.  "Mama, it feels like I am in the roller c

They say that winter always describes as cold, numbness, scarcity even associates with death. For me, that is snow, that is those days of bluster and ice that can be dangerous, but it can be also magical. It is a flash of diamonds that are covered everywhere. It is just all pure and white. May I wish that these thick pillows adorned on the trees and the soft and fluffy snow I am stepping on could heal all my worries about the future. Yet today, I am happy simply to walk with my family in it, it creates footprints of our own. The snow is soft enough that walking itself is very challenging because aside from it is so slippery, my feet are plunging to it. " God... please help me not to slip." The worried thoughts of a 27- week pregnant mommy me. And this is my winter pregnancy worries. Family on Snowplay in Mount Donna Buang, Warburton As I was holding Hannah on my left hand while I was holding the bars walking slow

April 20, 2014 It has been four years since my last climb. I don't know when it will happen again. I just remember those times both my joy and struggle trekking for three days and two nights. You know that feeling when finally you made it to the top crater around the narrow rim of the volcano; you know you never gave up despite the challenges including the cold and body aches... It was a really awesome feeling. Not just happy but joyful. It was the best feeling. It is the feeling not just appreciating and giving yourself a pat on the shoulder, but for me, it is more on a spiritual journey. I became inspired about life for risking it despite knowing that this active volcano would erupt anytime. And yes, it erupted two years later. What if I was there? What if it happened much earlier? What if earth rocked when I was on it? A lot of what-ifs running through my head. But one thing I am sure that this experience gives me a valuable lesson in life. And that is... Yo

As I was walking past a bush of parsley green clover, hosts of daisies scattered everywhere. Its flowers bright yellow and its sweet fragrance signals us that spring is here. And, spring symbolizes blossom of the new beginning and the best simile for that is THE CHILDREN. In spring, it becomes a tradition here in Melbourne to celebrate the warm weather to begin after a long and cold winter through going to a fun carnival or attending a Children's festival  organized by the community which basically includes theme rides, face painting, balloons, stall markets, mascots, fairies, live music and all for the family.  We gathered ourselves as we ate, danced and sang heartily. Though our spring begins in the middle of the year, still we believe it is the official start of happy moments because we all getting excited to feel the heat. For this month of September, I listed down the 3 children's feast to kick off the season. 1. Lilydale Lake Community Festival on Septembe