Migrating? Where to?

If you are thinking of migrating, do your research and make sure that you get to live with people in the top ten happiest countries in the world.

Why? According to this report, I read posted on CNN, chances of me getting to see the growth of my descendants will be higher since happy people will have longer life expectancy. If that is not good enough, I will have more social support and more freedom to do what is best for me. I would also expect that my descendants will do better in life, as happiest countries are reported to have higher gross domestic product per capita with less corruption going on to mess up its stability.

I did my research and decided that Australia will be a nice place to consider.

If I pick Perth, it is not too far away from Malaysia to come back for a holiday, should I become homesick for family members and friends still back there.

And, I like the idea that it has more sunny days than any other city in Australia and with it long stretches of beaches and coral reefs. To top that, according to the Global Peace Index, Australia is reported in 2015 to be one of the top 10 peaceful countries to live in.

Let me know if you would like to join me in my pursuit to make the move.  I will be sharing useful information that I pick up through my research and chats with my friends who have moved down under.

Oz army

From My InBox:
    ----- Life in the Australian  Army... Text of a letter from a kid from Eromanga to Mum and Dad. (For Those of you not in the know, Eromanga is a small town, west of Quilpie in the far south west  of  Queensland )  

Dear Mum &  Dad,
I am well. Hope youse are too. Tell me big brothers Doug and Phil that the Army is better than workin' on the farm - tell them to get in bloody quick smart before the jobs are all gone! I wuz a bit slow in settling down at first, because ya don't hafta get outta bed until 6am. But I like sleeping in now, cuz all ya gotta do before brekky is make ya bed and shine ya boots and clean ya uniform. 
No bloody cows to milk, no calves to feed, no feed to  stack - nothin'!! Ya haz  gotta shower though, but its not so bad, coz there's lotsa hot water and even a light to see what ya doing!  

At brekky ya get cereal, fruit and eggs but there's no kangaroo steaks or possum stew like wot Mum makes. You don't get fed again until noon and by that time all the city boys are buggered because we've been on a 'route march' - geez it's only just like walking to the windmill in the back paddock!!

This one will kill me brothers Doug and Phil with laughter. I keep getting medals for shootin' - dunno why. The bullseye is as big as a bloody possum's bum and it don't move and it's not firing back at ya like the Johnsons did when our big scrubber bull got into their prize cows before the Ekka last year! All ya gotta do is make yourself comfortable and hit the target - it's a piece of piss!!  You don't even load your own cartridges, they comes in little boxes, and ya don't have to steady yourself against the rollbar of the roo shooting truck when you reload!
Sometimes ya  gotta wrestle with the city boys and I gotta be  real careful coz they break easy -  it's not  like fighting with Doug and Phil and Jack and  Boori and Steve  and Muzza all at once like we do at home after the muster.
Turns out I'm not a bad boxer either and it looks like I'm the best the platoon's got, and I've only been beaten by this one bloke from the Engineers - he's 6 foot 5 and 15 stone and three pick handles across the shoulders and as ya know I'm only 5 foot 7 and eight stone wringin' wet, but I fought him till the other blokes carried me off to the boozer.

I can't complain about the Army - tell the boys to get in quick before  word gets around how bloody good it is.

Your loving daughter,

Sheila

Abe and Esther - a Tax Story ...

From My InBox:

Abe and Esther are flying to Australia for a two-week vacation to celebrate their 50th anniversary. Suddenly, over the public address system, the Captain announces: "Ladies and Gentlemen, I am afraid I have some very bad news. Our engines have ceased functioning and we will attempt an emergency landing. Luckily, I see an uncharted island below us and we should be able to land on the beach. However, the odds are that we may never be rescued and will have to live on the island for the rest of our lives!"

Thanks to the skill of the flight crew, the plane lands safely
on the island. 

An hour later Abe turns to his wife and asks, "Esther, did we pay our Visa and MasterCard bill yet?" 

"No, sweetheart," she responds. 

Abe, still shaken from the crash landing, then asks, "Esther, did we pay our American Express card yet?" 

"Oh, no! I'm sorry. I forgot to send the cheque," she says. 

"One last thing, Esther. Did you remember to send the Income tax cheque to Revenue Canada this month?" he asks.

"Oh, forgive me, Abe," begged Esther. "I didn't send that one, either." 

Abe grabs her and gives her the biggest kiss in 40 years. 

Esther pulls away and asks him, "What was that for?"

Abe answers, "They'll find us!"