Okay, I love Canada. I love the relatives on my mother's side. They're so honest to the point of being as blunt as my friend Kevin, but I love their sincerity. They say what's on their mind. Rough edges are there, but the crassness eases me. I befriended my cousin (who's so freaking sweet and badass by the way) in the matter of minutes. Am I still awkward? Yeah....I've been cranking up the Vietnamese more (although it's the language I primarily speak at home). I'm living in my wheelchaired aunt and grandma's apartment, and they're such cordial hostesses! 

Yesterday, I went to Casa Loma, a castle founded in 1912 by a Kiwanis. It's absolutely gorgeous and so rustic! My brother and I walked up the spiral staircases to the highest part of the tower. It's amazing to look from so high up and catch a view of the city from very high. Later, my aunts, mom, grandma, cousin, and dad went down to Chinatown! The walk was pretty tiring, but it's so alive there. People are scattered about, the prices are cheap, and the city is so cultured. I heard jazz and saw a drunk hobo there, har har har.

We went to my other aunt's house later. It scares me how much she and I think alike, except she has a pretty dark history. My mother and I couldn't be more of opposites, even though she's basically a prettier version of me. My mother reminds me of Laura Brown and Mildred Montag, layering herself with materialism and beauty to reel over the listlessness in her life. It saddens me sometimes.

I don't think my uncle Minh really approves of me though, even though I respect him the most. He seems to coldly rebuff me. His voice sort of reminds me of this boy who went to my school named Wen Soon, although his personality is a lot more like my friend Kevin's. He's extremely smart, computer-affiliated and most of all, blunt. Kevin's a load more considerate though. I don't know. He seems to look at me like how every other teenage boy does at first. Not pretty enough, not smart enough, not talented enough. He did try to joke with me a little, but it felt forced. 

He asked me if I had a boyfriend. Sigh.