Picture of the Week: Canadian "I Love You"

The other day, I was shop­ping at Herbs & Spice, a food store on Bank Street. I walked out car­ry­ing heavy bags and in a hurry to go back home, and fell face to face with this sign from the shop next door, Wilde’s: “Noth­ing says ‘I love you’ like a dildo”.
I was sort of taken aback for a sec­ond, then it made me gig­gle like a schoolgirl.

Picture of the Week: Crazy frog

Observe the pic­ture. Sure, noth­ing spe­cial, just a reg­u­lar road in sub­ur­bia. Cars, lights, adver­tis­ing on the side… and a frog danc­ing and wav­ing on the traf­fic island.

A what?

Yes, a frog.

Oh, don’t you have men dressed as frogs danc­ing in the mid­dle of traf­fic in your coun­try? Aw, that sucks, sorry about that. You must live in a bor­ing place.

Stuffs Canadians Don't Like (Part II)

Over­all, we are in a pretty good mood right now. Canada took gold medal against the U.S.A in men’s hockey at the Van­cou­ver 2010 Olympics, Sid­ney Crosby is now God, the snow is slowly melt­ing and Spring is com­ing soon. In short, the coun­try is doing fine. But eh, we still have our pet peeves, espe­cially with both the tax sea­son and the con­struc­tion sea­son com­ing soon…

Stuffs Canadians Don't Like (Part 1)

Every­body knows that Cana­di­ans are peace­ful and polite peo­ple. Yet, I noticed my fel­low cit­i­zens can be quite annoyed by a few things… that are Cana­dian in essence.

Dis­claimer: this post is to be read with your morning/ after­noon cof­fee. It is not meant to be taken lit­er­ally. I know some Cana­di­ans are going to dis­agree (but I’m sure they will apol­o­gize about disagreeing).

A Driver's License Story

I feel super good today. I finally over­came one of my biggest fears: dri­ving. I passed my driver’s license!
I can’t pin­point the exact moment when I became ter­ri­fied of dri­ving. My instruc­tor was a fairly old guy, who loved cars and hated peo­ple who didn’t fall in love with the Freudian stick shift: “can you feel how smooth it is?” No, I couldn’t. I didn’t care either. To me, dri­ving was get­ting from point A to point B safely.

My Personal Stalker

Early Octo­ber, my cell phone buzzed dur­ing one of my class. I checked the num­ber at the break: 905−297−4280. Didn’t know the num­ber and besides, the call was from Toronto. No mes­sage left. I quickly for­got about it.

How To Understand Canadian Jokes (9/10)

What makes Cana­di­ans laugh? Eh?

Humor, jokes, what’s funny and what’s not strongly dif­fers in cul­tures. Cana­di­ans have a strong sense of humor, and Cana­dian humor is an inte­gral part of the identity.

The Upward Dog

Every Mon­day and Thurs­day, you can find me try­ing to stretch my down­ward fac­ing dog and des­per­ately attempt­ing to breath dur­ing sun salu­ta­tions. So far, I mas­ter the corpse pose, which is basi­cally lying flat on your back on a mat.

Chinglish

A col­lec­tion of “Ching­lish” signs spot­ted in Bei­jing… wait — don’t you speak Chinglish?

Things That Freak Me Out

There isn’t a good way present your prod­ucts, no mat­ter how many metaphors you use: “ED” (erec­tile dys­func­tion), “Love Life Again” (get it hard, finally), “mir­a­cle diet pill” (take a placebo pill and eat less) or “it’s time for an hon­est voice” (get out and exer­cise, lazy ass!). Not to men­tion the freaky side effects, usu­ally mut­tered very fast at the end of the commercial.