It is five-thirty in the morning. I woke up an hour ago and have been incapable of sleep. Instead of doing something productive, I am watching a variety of perplexing music videos on channel 15. It has taught me the phrase “Count that money; get your game on,” which I think should be my mantra for my time in Vietnam.
Also, these gentlemen look very important. I don’t know what they were doing on the television, singing what sounded like a dirge.
I was waiting for the one on the right to break out some jazz hands.
This poor young man sang for five minutes about his broken heart, clutching the teddy bear that he bought for his love before she brutally rejected him.
Or maybe he was singing to the teddy bear the whole time. I don’t know because I don’t understand Vietnamese…