so yeah, today i got in touch with the asian side of my life
today my dad took me to my cousins house, and there was a traditional dinner(i think)
since i was the only person around my age, (the closest person to my age was like...8 or 9 years old? hahahaaaaaa.) i ate a bowl of rice and who knows what and went downstairs to watch WALL-E. with the litteluns
i freakin love that movie<3
but anyways, i left early and went home to my dads house and rested for an hour
we went to this buddhist temple close by, which was really warm and welcoming
the head monk there was so nice and bright and my dad and i conversed with the monk
he said i spoke good vietnamese(WHAT A LIE)
i said happy new year
my dad and him talked about whatever, i wasnt really paying attention
and i got a dollar and left!
i just took a picture with my dad about 5 minutes ago
and now im about to eat this dessert thing that taste bad but im going to eat it anyways
because im such a badass, :D
anyways unil then,
peaceeeeeeee.
i noticed that when i tell a story, its not really interesting
its like:
-i ate a bowl of rice
-i put soysauce in it
-i drank water
you know? haha okay not like anyones reading this
