Every morning here, without fail, someone in the house will start singing some vietnamese song. Then Hien, in another room, starts singing another tune of her choosing. Then this girl Nga who lives here gets infected and is compelled to sing another song. Soon the house sounds like a Vietnamese radio that's been tuned in between stations.
I've learned my own Vietnamese song so that i don't feel left out.
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
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