ICK

Last night I didn't finish my dinner. I wasn't even close to getting halfway. My host family thought I was sick. I was sick. Sick from disgust. I didn't have the heart (or the stomach) to tell them their food was horrible. Horrible in every sense of the word. Period. One bite out of the bean curd filled with a mysterious substance made we want to gag the other food I could get down. I usually eat the nasty food first, I USUALLY can get it down, but not last night.

I lost my appetite after the mystery food for the rest of the night and because of that my host parents thought I was sick. They kept pestering me to eat stuff, (which would have made me vomit right on the spot), they kept asking if I was ok. YES DAIJOUBU!(I'm ok) now leave me alone! Aaagh -___-;

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