Inside the Melbourne War Memorial

The significant building of the War Memorial in Melbourne houses memorabilia concerning the war and it includes posters, books, DVDs, CDs and tourist items of t-shirts, banners and medals.


I also featured a whole lot of women's uniform in different styles and colours, with matching hats. They sure looked very smart in their crisp military uniform. I like the uniforms although i am not keen on the work.
To appreciate the war participation of men of women, there were thousands of medals presented and would you believe that you can browse through around 4000 medals with the name of recipient, the kind of medal and the design and properly identified as to the date it was awarded as well.

My only wish is - I hope that there will be no more wars and I don't mind not having anymore medals for fallen, disabled, traumatised soldiers.

Let there be peace.

Melbourne Airport

I haven't really posted much about our Melbourne trip during the 2nd week of Dec 06 so I thought that I might share it here now. It will be a "photologue" as pictures are easier to look at than words.

Upon arrival at the Melbourne domestic airport we caught one of the Skybusses to take us to St Kilda, where we were booked.

Here's inside the Skybus- which was rather packed.

This is where we bought our tickets - pirice is less than $50 return for a family

This is the Hilton Hotel located at the Domestic Airport.

This light yellow taxis indicate that you are in Melbourne.

More on Melbourne here and here

Guess who's 17 today??? Tarzan I mean....

That's right - the entertainer himself, born on the 7th of February 1990 at Hastings Memorial Hospital in Hastings, New Zealand- the time when the Commonwealth Games was held there. No other than Raymond James Robinson who now wants to be called simply as RAY or Ray J.

I was planning to call my first son Tarzan, after my favourite character, Tarzan of the Jungle. I sometimes ask Ray, what if I named you Tarzan? His usual reply was- "Thank God that you didn't. Just imagine my friends, asking their moms- Mom, can I go over at Tarzan's after school? They won't be taken seriously. It will probably entail a lengthy explanation as to why why I was called Tarzan".

But if I had the choice I really would have called him Tarzan. It was his Dad who named him Raymond (a combination of his favourite brother in law Ray, my Dad's pet name which is Roman and my brother's name which is Ramon). Plus I was told that nobody would name their sons Tarzan because they will be bullied at school. I guess the main reason is that if you call someone Tarzan then they should live up to the 'macho' image of Tarzan- fierce, wild, great built, Lord of the Jungle and learn how to howler that sound. Ah- a-a-ahhh- a-ah-a-ah.

Anyway, happy birthday Tarzan...I mean to the one who was not named Tarzan. From the one who Thanked God so very much that you were born by her hehe!

Your Mom, Mum, Mumbles.

See- it took your birthday to get me out of my busy schedule to blog again!.