Lots of things to think about:
1. World Cup fever sweeps through the entire globe, myself included. I remembered during the last WC a friend of mine tell me she went to the pub with her Brazilian friends to watch the match life, she claimed she like the automosphere but 'couldn't and wouldn't be bother even trying to understand the rule of the soccer'. Christ of mighty.
Anyone who still not understand about the soccer? 
I honestly hope she understands them perfectly now.
BTW, Australia had made into the top 16. Oz Oz Oz, Oi Oi Oi.
2. Dear mum starts showing physically straining after looking after my Horatio for about 3 months. No, she's not complaining or anything, it just that it is really hard for me to watch my parents looks absolutely buggered and still determent to look after their beloved grandson day after day after day... Steven and I spend the last few days looking at the options about 'home educator' (since when they gave nanny such a flashy name?). Very expensive, I must say.
There is no way I am going to send my baby to institutionalised daycare centre at this young age. He will be well look after at the comfort of his familiar environment, which doesn't give us much choices left really.
Arrh, the joy of babies.
3. Another things I had been thinking about since Horatio is the time of the second baby.
There are different kinds of theory. One of them is the best time to have the second child is when the first is just over a year old, to avoid generation gap. This means I will have to conseive the Baby when Horatio is about 6 months old...out of the question, not only he's already 14 months now, but the current law won't allow us to have another bloody year's maternity leave. I will have to go back when my baby is only 3 months old.
Second one is when your first born is entering primary school, so you can have some kind of break. So far this seems like a sensible option to me.
All of the options above are not going to be any option if I can sort out the baby sitting problems, so back to square one.
4. Having a baby is like play RPG games, suddenly you had progressed onto another totally different level. A whole new dimension to look at things. I often had the feeling I had envolved into different species lately. When seeing someone still moaning about nothing, horrifingly I had this thought of shouting at this person: "Bloody hell, what are you crying about? Wait until you have a baby!"
Shame on me. 
5. 20th of June this year is the 10th year I arrived in NZ. Ten years sounds like a long time, but it felt absolutely nothing when it actually happened. I now think more and more like a Westerner (which annoying my parents' to bits), find out it is getting a bit harder to related myself to my fellow Taiwanese. What am I now? A Taiwanese or a Kiwi? What about Horatio? Is he a Kiwi or a Taiwanese? Darrrrrh....
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