I just finished reading the book, "A Year In The Merde" by Stephen Clarke. For those who are unaware, "merde" means "poo poo" , "excrete" , or simply "shit" in French. I bought this book earlier this week, and couldn't put it down since I started reading it. And I began to think and speak in zee funeh french azzent. The book is about an Englishman who wenta Paris to set up "English" tea-rooms. Why would the land of cafes need tea-rooms? As the book critics put it, this is a "funny, mostly irrelevant, and politically incorrect" book. If the what described in the book were true, then this book had provided a great insight to life in Paris. And come to think of it, some aspects are quite similar to living in Singapore. To begin, Parisians say " Boujour! " when they see you, so do Singaporeans, eg. when they see you at the canteen enjoying your kopi break, they are likely to say " Bo Jio! Not ste...
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