Overtime Work And The Overreactive Alarm

I’ve never been a morn­ing per­son. Even though my high school days mem­o­ries are slowly start­ing to fade, I still remem­ber my last year. We had to attend classes Mon­day through Sat­ur­day start­ing at 8:00 am, and every­day was a strug­gle to get up.

How To Get Rid Of Telemarketing

I’m cook­ing some red pep­pers when the phone rings :

- 喂，你好，黄先生系唔系屋企?

I hate bloody tele­mar­ket­ing, espe­cially in Cantonese.

I Am A Passenger... And I Ride And I Ride

I have an ongo­ing love & hate rela­tion­ship with cars. I like cars. They hate me.

It all started when I was 17. After I com­pleted the com­pul­sory 50 hours dri­ving ed, I reg­is­tered for the test.

It's Been a Hard Day's Night

I’m a young office worker. The world is mine. As soon as I’ll fin­ish my cig­a­rette, I’ll go deal with the com­mis­sioner, a weekly task to which I excel. That’s life when you go teach at the government.

- Hi/ bon­jour, what’s your name ?

Great. A spelling bee con­test at 8:55. I must say that I love my name, but really, does it have to have 4 “i” and sev­eral con­so­nants peo­ple never know in which order to arrange ?

Ten Things I Can't Do (and really, does that matter ?)

1) Drive: it’s embar­rass­ing but hey, bet­ter laugh about it. I failed my dri­ving test three times in France, finally got a dri­ver license in Canada but sel­dom use it. How­ever, I do know how …

Only in Canada...;

Only in Canada list!

Different, you said ?

After all, I had sur­vived China, most Latin Amer­ica coun­tries, Aus­tralia, New Zealand… Why wouldn’t I blend in in Canada ?

I had to answer *all* !

It’s all about me!