Chinese lessons

In my last year of university, I signed up for a Mandarin language course at McGill. OK, Mandarin is my Continue reading →

Big towns, mean people

I’m Chinese. It’s an immediate and obvious identifier if we’re meeting face to face. My entire life, this has been Continue reading →

My dad’s Canada

So I tricked my dad into writing a blog post for me. I say tricked because he didn’t want me Continue reading →