Life

Hello. It’s me again. A decade gone, and still Canada’s most obstinately cynical immigrant. Whining and wailing and criticising from day one. Never accepting the status quo.  Forever wanting it better.  Always muttering and mumbling to oneself through this stupid blog.  And hoping someone or the other takes a note here and there from the often cryptically spewed self-righteous vitriol that is otherwise known as a diary of my perpetual failure.

The following is inspired by recent discussions under counselling on a variety of issues including — but not limited to — life and death, work and play, love and hate — plus other assorted facets of a lowly “immigrant experience.”