my engrish seems to be getting betta. bery bery goot nowaaaaaah (chinese aaaaah)

sometimes when standing there among a forest of tall cowboys and cowgirls i pause. i pause because i realize that i don't look like them and that i must look pretty different to them. at home an asian is everywhere. chinese people are everywhere, i thought. even when aj n i went to tasmania there was a little chinese restaurant in the little town of devonport. there's always a little dodgy chinese restaurant. in Boulia this is not the case. i've been thinking that i should open up the first little dodgy chinese restaurant here...then remembered that i can't cook, i don't have a microwave, and it's my mom's cooking that kicks ass. there went that idea.

the lady in room # 3 went in to pay for another night at the motel that i work at. she had a chinwag with Rachel, my boss while Tania is away in brisbane. the lady said that 'the girl that comes by to clean the room everyday is very nauice '. rachel agreed with her. the lady continued, "and her english is pretty good too!" too funny not to share.