Monthly Archives: August 2011
Lazy Much?
At the start of 2011, I decided to take up the WordPress challenge to post to my blog every week. For the most part, I have managed to do this although some weeks, I would find myself publishing two or three posts followed by a week of absence. I usually feel bad when I miss my self-imposed deadline (I decided to post by Saturday every week since I realised readership is highest on weekends) but it is never for lack of trying. For example, I have four incomplete and one completed posts sitting in “Draft” status right now. It’s just that, well, some weeks, I am just too lazy to update. I won’t lie – laziness is to blame. I wish I could just be Bruno Mars…
Hakuna Matata
Sing it with me!
“Hakuna matata, what a wonderful phrase!
Hakuna matata, it’s no passing craze!
It means no worries,
for the rest of your days!
It’s our problem-free philosophy!
Hakuna matata!”
Sounds good, right? If you are a fan of the Disney cartoon, “The Lion King”, you’ll be more than familiar with this song. ”Hakuna matata” is a Swahili phrase that means “there are no worries”. I will be the first to admit I am a big-time worrier. I worry about everything – I’m not sure if it is hereditary, but I’m sure when my Mum reads this post she will leave a comment and blame it on my Dad 
Home Is Where The Heart Is
On the evening of August 14th, 1982, my parents, my sister and I packed up and left our home in Hong Kong to a country on the other side of the world that none of us had ever been to – permanently. That was 29 years ago and there is no doubt in my mind that, despite the ups and downs that my family has experienced over those years, and especially when we first arrived, that it was the best decision my parents ever made.
My grandparents seeing us off at the airport
Dilemmas of a Shopaholic
Contrary to popular belief, Sophie Kinsella’s best-selling novel “Confessions of a Shopaholic” is not a dramatization of my life, although in view of the fact that Rebecca Bloomwood ended up marrying a millionaire, I wish it was a story about me.
What do you do when you’re a self-confessed shopaholic without a job and running low on cash? If your answer is to thank whoever the genius was who invented credit cards, then you should be ashamed of yourself!
OK, so I do love my credit cards, but I’m proud to say I have never been their #1 customer because what they love is a customer who spends lots and never makes their repayment in full every month so that they can charge you a lot of interest while they continue to offer you a higher credit limit and more credit cards. Sorry, Mr Banker (admittedly, I was a Ms Banker in a former life), but you ain’t gonna get your mitts on my hard-earned cash that way! The government already has dibs on that privilege!
