Wedding Kids’ Policy (Part 1)

When organising my own wedding a question about kids popped up. What do you do about kids? Should you invite them? At what age will they count towards a full menu? How do you communicate with parents most effectively? Continue reading


Motherhood, wedding kids’ policy, diplomacy

If you want a lesson on diplomacy, plan a wedding. 

That’s my own quote, inspired by planning my wedding. Better than completing a poli-sci degree, though just as (if not more!) expensive. Haha. Continue reading

2 Easy Things We Can Do Now To Save Ourselves: Quitting Plastic

As a conscious member of society, we all have the responsibility to take care of the planet. ALL OF US. No one is exempt. It doesn’t feel very dire. The icecaps haven’t all melted yet and our houses aren’t yet flooded and we still have clean drinking water and our climate isn’t yet scalding our skin. So we’re OK.  Continue reading

Book Review: The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up

Marie Kondo is a neat freak. Better still, she’s an excellent writer and can teach you a thing or two about tidying up your home. And tidying up doesn’t mean putting things where they usually belong or sticking them into cupboards where they’re no longer visible – it’s about letting go of every item in your home that doesn’t bring you “joy”. Continue reading

Discipline and grit

For the most part people succeed because of their discipline.

Not because they are particularly smart or talented, but because they stuck to what they did.

Malcolm Gladwell touched upon this in his book Outliers, quoting the magic 10,000 hours. To get really good at something, like expert level good, go spend 10,000 hours on it. Continue reading



Every year on the same day in June, tens of thousands of us gather at Hong Kong’s Victoria Park to commemorate June 4, 1989. Tiananmen Square. We each light a candle, just like this one, and unite in silence.

Remembering matters. While we should celebrate economic prosperity and societal development, we must not forget events that brought us to where we are today. I can only speak for my own city, or country, I guess. But past atrocities committed everywhere in the world, especially atrocities at the hands the same country’s very own government since those are often the histories suppressed, need to be documented, learned, pondered upon as cautionary tales. Let history not repeat.

When this candle is lit, the crowd usually looks down into the flame, the heaviness of events 25 years prior weighing on its collective psyche. No one speaks. If you were among us, you’d notice the silence, dots of flames forming a sea of light. You might likewise be lost in contemplation of history, and succumb to the serene calm.

In response to Serenity | Weekly Photo Challenge


Do you feel like your life is sometimes all about waiting? Waiting for that someone, that text message, that phone call, that person to come home. Or for the government cheque to come in, that social worker to respond to your request. Rarely the wait is pleasant. Often it’s painful.

We’re not a city that likes to wait. Continue reading

On culture: what I learned from the man who mistook the garbage bin for a sink (Part 2)

Everyone acts quite differently in private than in public. In private we feel comfortable picking our noses, gargling Listerine, walking around naked, having sex, singing in the shower, relieving ourselves of number one and two. How private we are about these matter depends on our upbringing, culture, and prevailing social norms. Continue reading

On culture: what I learned from the man who mistook the garbage bin for a sink (Part 1)

He was right in front of me. He had a heavy gold chain with the face of some Asian god around his neck, was balding at the crown of his head but sported longish, slick oily hair up to his neck, peppered with grey. He wore a red polo T-shirt, close fitted to his frame and strung around his neck was some sort of plastic employee tag on his breast pocket, a mini-photo of himself printed on it. He must have been a tour guide, or perhaps a driver. He wasn’t very tall, but despite his apparent age of around 60 he looked somewhat toned and strong, but greasy at the same time. Potentially the type that got into fights if the situation called for it. Grey pants, the typical old-man suit fashion, held up by a belt. I couldn’t remember his shoes. I didn’t look at his feet. But sandals would have been fitting with the look. Continue reading


Challenging our own assumptions

2, 4, 8. These numbers follow a rule. Can you tell me what the rule is I have in mind?

Veritasium is the creator behind this wonderful little video. I love browsing through his stuff because he challenges common ideas and comes up with (alternative) logical explanations. He’s a truth seeker and in my eyes, a scientist.

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