Every morning, I walk through an underpass on the way to work. On some days, I encounter a busker with the most amazing voice. Seriously. He’s not like one of those hipster bands who’re half asleep in the middle of their acoustic pop cover. This guy sings at the top of his lungs and strums […]
Soooo guess how I spent a greater part of our Labour Day public holiday? At a Starbucks. Banging away for 12 hours at computer code. No, I wasn’t trying to hack into some high-security government site, and it’s not for work. It’s for a one-month Coursera course on R Programming, part of a larger Data Science specialisation
Back when I was a young, blur student, I picked up my first investment book and tried to implement the strategies in it. But I got really frustrated because it wasn’t working out. So I sent a quick email to the author. I can’t remember what I wrote, but it was something along the lines
So it’s been an EXHAUSTING month: The launch of my new index investing course, getting into the flow of my new job posting, and the honour of speaking at not one, but TWO events this month: The inaugural Personal Financial Investment Seminar The third instalment of INVEST Carnival At first, I wanted to write a blow-by-blow account,
2 weeks ago, my girlfriend and I had a MASSIVE fast food craving. And by massive, I mean, “Wow I wanna eat 6 McNuggets, a Zinger and two large packs of curly fries” kind of a craving. (Yes, we are totally role models for living healthily). However, we wanted something more than just a plain ol’
Hellooooooo I’m back! Sorry for being away for so long (my previous post explains why), but I’m back and I’m so happy to see you. Gimme a hug! (Okay Lionel, you need to calm down.) We’ve got a lot to catch up on, but since it’s the New Year, let’s talk about how to kick
Wow. Last week, I published a post asking you what you’d like to see on cheerfulegg that could make a difference in your life. A BUNCH of you emailed me back with super awesome suggestions. (Side note: The amount of email that I get from cheerfulegg has quadrupled over the past couple of months, so
I have the sleeping habits of a 65-year old. No, really. Stop laughing. My girlfriend makes fun of me endlessly for it. On weeknights, I totally need to be in bed by midnight, or I’d be so grumpy and unproductive the next morning that I’d make the Grinch look like a cute, fluffy, green bunny.
