I've been mistreated all my life. My motivation to succeed comes from that.
I was a very weak person back then and everything that was bad in my life made me a stronger.
There was this one time. After leaving driver's ed class, a black man in a black gangsta type of car saw me walking in a yellow robe (I was a Buddhist monk at the time) and said to me, "what the fuck you supposed to be man" and drove off chuckling. One time I was taking the bus and a black Christian dude tried to convert me to Christianity. At the temple where I stayed, there were about 20 monks. Among them was a white monk claiming to be a monk from Korea (this dood was crazy) and he was really mean to me. Guy was fucking nuts. I lived next door to him, and I heard him fucking some other dood in his room. He shared a room with another white guy who wasn't a monk at all. Being the sneaky guy I was, I listen through the wall and I heard fucking sounds, no moaning, just "boom boom." One of the people put glue in his door lock, we hated him so bad! I wanted to jump him when I disrobed and left the temple. My uncle stopped me and told me that's wrong. I didn't know better at the time. I wanted to jump everybody, that was the just the way the hood works. You don't like someone, you jumped them or "catch them slipping." Anyways, this crazy monk had the nerve to went to my school and talk to my principle about religion. My principle call me into his office and told me about it. We both talked hella shit about him!
oh yeah, I know...I write like a third grader. I'm not a writer, I'm a RYDER! hehe
I am the direct student of the abbot monk at the time. The abbot monk was traveling one day, out of state to "bon bat" for temple rent money. He entrusted me to look after his "throne," or bedroom when he's gone for weeks at a time. I think I told this story before but I almost burned down the whole damn temple. White guy was knocking at the door when the whole damn temple was up in smoke! Boy was he pissed. I didn't open the door because I was instructed to not let anyone in his "throne." So I didn't it, as far as I can remember. I turned off the heater, which was the cause of the fire! Honestly, I don't remember if I open to door for him or not! Too long ago.
I remember when he came back, he gave me 100 dollars. I snatched it from his hands. One of the crazy Khmer uncles yelled at me "show me manners, you're a monk" lolz. He's my buddy, guy had a gambling problem, dirt poor, but I loved him man....Yes, I had loved for Khmer people back then....
This is hilarious paoun Happy. Monk bon bat in America? And since when monk in America have student (kone sers loak)?I've been mistreated all my life. My motivation to succeed comes from that.
I was a very weak person back then and everything that was bad in my life made me a stronger.
There was this one time. After leaving driver's ed class, a black man in a black gangsta type of car saw me walking in a yellow robe (I was a Buddhist monk at the time) and said to me, "what the fuck you supposed to be man" and drove off chuckling. One time I was taking the bus and a black Christian dude tried to convert me to Christianity. At the temple where I stayed, there were about 20 monks. Among them was a white monk claiming to be a monk from Korea (this dood was crazy) and he was really mean to me. Guy was fucking nuts. I lived next door to him, and I heard him fucking some other dood in his room. He shared a room with another white guy who wasn't a monk at all. Being the sneaky guy I was, I listen through the wall and I heard fucking sounds, no moaning, just "boom boom." One of the people put glue in his door lock, we hated him so bad! I wanted to jump him when I disrobed and left the temple. My uncle stopped me and told me that's wrong. I didn't know better at the time. I wanted to jump everybody, that was the just the way the hood works. You don't like someone, you jumped them or "catch them slipping." Anyways, this crazy monk had the nerve to went to my school and talk to my principle about religion. My principle call me into his office and told me about it. We both talked hella shit about him!
oh yeah, I know...I write like a third grader. I'm not a writer, I'm a RYDER! hehe
I am the direct student of the abbot monk at the time. The abbot monk was traveling one day, out of state to "bon bat" for temple rent money. He entrusted me to look after his "throne," or bedroom when he's gone for weeks at a time. I think I told this story before but I almost burned down the whole damn temple. White guy was knocking at the door when the whole damn temple was up in smoke! Boy was he pissed. I didn't open the door because I was instructed to not let anyone in his "throne." So I didn't it, as far as I can remember. I turned off the heater, which was the cause of the fire! Honestly, I don't remember if I open to door for him or not! Too long ago.
I remember when he came back, he gave me 100 dollars. I snatched it from his hands. One of the crazy Khmer uncles yelled at me "show me manners, you're a monk" lolz. He's my buddy, guy had a gambling problem, dirt poor, but I loved him man....Yes, I had loved for Khmer people back then....
I've been mistreated all my life. My motivation to succeed comes from that.
I was a very weak person back then and everything that was bad in my life made me a stronger.
There was this one time. After leaving driver's ed class, a black man in a black gangsta type of car saw me walking in a yellow robe (I was a Buddhist monk at the time) and said to me, "what the fuck you supposed to be man" and drove off chuckling. One time I was taking the bus and a black Christian dude tried to convert me to Christianity. At the temple where I stayed, there were about 20 monks. Among them was a white monk claiming to be a monk from Korea (this dood was crazy) and he was really mean to me. Guy was fucking nuts. I lived next door to him, and I heard him fucking some other dood in his room. He shared a room with another white guy who wasn't a monk at all. Being the sneaky guy I was, I listen through the wall and I heard fucking sounds, no moaning, just "boom boom." One of the people put glue in his door lock, we hated him so bad! I wanted to jump him when I disrobed and left the temple. My uncle stopped me and told me that's wrong. I didn't know better at the time. I wanted to jump everybody, that was the just the way the hood works. You don't like someone, you jumped them or "catch them slipping." Anyways, this crazy monk had the nerve to went to my school and talk to my principle about religion. My principle call me into his office and told me about it. We both talked hella shit about him!
oh yeah, I know...I write like a third grader. I'm not a writer, I'm a RYDER! hehe
I am the direct student of the abbot monk at the time. The abbot monk was traveling one day, out of state to "bon bat" for temple rent money. He entrusted me to look after his "throne," or bedroom when he's gone for weeks at a time. I think I told this story before but I almost burned down the whole damn temple. White guy was knocking at the door when the whole damn temple was up in smoke! Boy was he pissed. I didn't open the door because I was instructed to not let anyone in his "throne." So I didn't it, as far as I can remember. I turned off the heater, which was the cause of the fire! Honestly, I don't remember if I open to door for him or not! Too long ago.
I remember when he came back, he gave me 100 dollars. I snatched it from his hands. One of the crazy Khmer uncles yelled at me "show me manners, you're a monk" lolz. He's my buddy, guy had a gambling problem, dirt poor, but I loved him man....Yes, I had loved for Khmer people back then....
My faith is put into Capitalism.
, I must keep some for another people !!! )
Agreed.
My faith is in you bro, next, my kdar.Bro put your faith in me, I will fulfill all your wish (if it is not so much
I love them even more bro. I would give up my life for khmers, seriously bro. They are awesome.
I find Khmer people to be simple-minded.I love them even more bro. I would give up my life for khmers, seriously bro. They are awesome.
Do not talk crap about my culture. How dare you! The Khmer mind is a complicated one; we must embrace and cultivate it.
Lol. I meant it as a compliment. Not saying that we Khmers aren't intelligent or deep. I don't know how to explain it. Maybe simple-minded is not the right word.
pfft...don't give me that crap lol...I look at you differently now bro. You are not as cool as I thought! You have been unmasked! feel me?
*sighs. That's what people usually say about me the more they know me. So I'm not surprised.
I'm just kidding lolz.
I know you were just kidding but that's really what people say. Haha. I'm okay with it though.