I want to share a story of my youngest sister with people on elmwoodstrip.com. She wrote on her journal and it made me laugh a lot. Oh well, I miss her.

Okay.. here the story is, actually it doesn't sound really funny for you guys. If you don't like the story, don't blame at me. Please.

My youngest sister, her name is Yoonjeong, she lives in London for school like me.
Actually, she got really young face, and even she doesn't do makeup either. Well, she loves dressing up and collecting pretty stuff. Yeah, sometimes I feel like.. too much.. Anyway.. She goes to school by train in London, yeah of course in London, everything is expensive. So, she wanted to save money from transportation. In London, under 15 years old children can get 50% discount for the trains. Well, she is an asian and got young face. So, she always gets tickets for children.. under 15 years old ticket, then she can save money. 50%. She never had a problem with that until a train guy who takes care of ticket thingie asked her the other day like..."how old are you?". She never expect that's gonna happen to her. So.. she said.. "15 years old." But the guy was very suspicious of looking at her and asked her again "When did you born?" She couldn't calculate at the moment immediately. (Actually she is 24 years old). Even she didn't know when 15 years old kids born. So.. she just said.. "1986" which means she could be 17 years old or 18 years old. And the guy gave her evil eyes. "That's not 15 years old kids born year" She got really embarrassed on the train and didn't know what to do. Even she thought.."oh my god, I might go to police station" But, the train guy smiled her later around "don't do that from now on" So, she survived. But she wrote, she still does that. Hum.. that's my youngest sister..

I guess, the train guy must be known some asian girls got young face so that they can't notice their ages exactly. Anyway.. I thought it was so funny. Actually the way she wrote about the story in Korean was so funny. Well, we are trouble in another country. Me, I got a problem in this country.."car problem because I didn't take care of car inspection thingie and tickets thingie so that I can't drive my car right now" And, my youngest sister just wanted to save money.. but.. it's a problem for her sometimes. Oh well..

Here my youngest sister recent picture in London is.

I was gonna correct my grammar and english.. but I'm too sleepy to correct my journal right now.. But, music keeps me awaking.. Do you know Sufjan Sevens..?
It's very mellow that makes you feel trveling somewhere.

So, I came back to Buffalo last night and Alan and Anna picked me up at the train station. Traveling with train in this country needs little your patients, otherwise you can get bored or tired. But, I liked it a lot. The railroad follows Hudson river from the Croton-Harmon to Albany which represents so beautiful senery that gives you heart-meditated. I want to go treveling there again and get off each station, stay one or two night at a cheap safe country-style hotel. Also, have good music collection with me, without having music it doesn't make me feel romantic or meditated. I regrated that I didn't bring my video camera on this trip. Actually I was thinking that I don't deserve to be a video artist. Many successful artists always carry their stuff everywhere they go. Well, I got a lot of things come up about my work while sitting in the train cafeteria. I like the cafeteria on the train a lot. The windows widely opened that can capture your eyes on outside passing senery. I drew some stuff from passing images - I haven't drown for a long time.- and I wrote some my impressions.

"Romantic feelings are from human meditated nature."

Well, I told Alan about this on the way school this morning, he gave me funny eyes and told me "That's in general".. Right, that's in general. Oh well,..

It's weird back to Buffalo because weather is totally different from Stamford and New York. Of course, it's chilly here and little cold too. I don't know which weather I like. I like Buffalo weather better than too hot weather. But, it makes me feel gloomy and depressed again. It's dark.. My room needs lifting on light all the time. Craig's house doesn't need. I miss his house coming natural light from the all windows. I miss Craig too. Well, I miss his companionship. He is my family in this country. Sometimes we are like cat and dog, but he is the one close to my heart as a friend.

He called me while Alan and I having a coffee after picking me up. Of course, he told me at the station like "Don't trust anybody on the train. Don't leave your bag from you, Make sure Alan picks me up on time, blur, blur" Oh well, I think he is my dad. No, no, no .. He is younger then me.. So, when he called me, I said, "Craig, I made a mistake to get off the train, I'm not in Buffalo." He sounded very surprise.. and telling me "where are you? can you see any sign?" Hey.. boy.. I'm a 33 years old woman, I know things. I wish I could tell him like that.. But,, "I'm kidding" Oh well.. I miss him already. I miss him caring me. I don't know when I'm gonna see him again. I talked to him on the phone tonight. He asked me.. "how's buffalo?" So I told him.."it's so cold and got depressed again" He said.."you never be happy with weather.. too hot, too cold" and it reminds me my old man in Korea. He said same thing as what Craig said to me. I never be happy with weather. Oh well..

I asked Alan and Anna.. "Am I close to your heart as a friend?" Anna said and laughed.."No, you are too far from the heart" God damn it..

Oh well... I need to go to my cave soon..

Hey.. Robin..

Have a lot of fun there. I will be back to Buffalo tomorrow night around 9:30 issue. Oh well, I will see you in a week then.

I was little paranoid Craig coming home late again. I remembered, he was saying to me he would be late because he has a soccer game with co-workers after work when I was sleeping this morning. But, I was very cold to him and wouldn't response anything to him at the time. Well, I just wanted to sleep. Later around, I started thinking of what's going on with us. Well, what's wrong with me. Why I'm so grumpy with him. He is the one I can count on in this country. Why I'm so grumpy.. One thing I know that Craig has a tendency to correct every single things. We argue about all kind of political issues sometimes. I don't give up my opinion to convince him and he doesn't give up his opinion to convince me. Sometimes, I like that, but I got tired of correcting every single words we argured last night. Is that good to make your friend feel guilty or bad by correcting words we spoke..? No, I really don't like that. I don't want to make my friend, especially I care of a lot, feel bad from me. I really don't like that.

Anyways, I bought some fruits and waited him coming back. I remembered that he would be home around 8 pm. But, he didn't get home untile 9:30. I was little paranoid if he was mad at me too. And he came home and tried to talk to me, but I was very quiet and was pretending doing computer whatever. Yeah.? I'm bad. Finally he was joking around me, and I couldn't stop smiling. See? we are good friends. But, still feeling arkward. He was complainning that his boy is so sore from playing the soccer game. I think men are sometimes stupid at sports. I know he likes sports but he just got injury from rock climbing a few weeks ago and now he goes to hospital because of that. Then playing soccer game..? I don't know.
It doesn't matter that's his habitual things.

He said he wants to go to bed soon because he is very tired from soccer game and not having enough sleep because of arguring with me last night. I was still cold to him. Well, say good-night. And, I was sitting in front of computer. One hour or 2 hours later, he came down again and looked for his cell-phone bettery charge thing, of course still complainning his body sore. Well, sometime I give him massage and he really likes that. So, okay.. fuck it. I will do that for him. So, went to his room but he was on the phone with somebody. Ah-ha.. that's why he was looking for his cell-phone battery charge thing. He came down to me and.. asked me.. what's up. So, I asked him who was it..? but he wouldn't tell me with smiling. Whenever he asks me something like that.. I always answer him. Oh well, I already knew who can be possible. So, whatever. Then we started talking again. Correcting whoes faulit last night. Then, finally I told him.. "okay, that was my fault, so are you happy?" He was looking at me.. and telling me.. "do I look happy.?"

I told him that I don't like that. I don't want to hurt my friend's feelings. So, it doesn't matter whatever it was. It doesn't bother me, it doesn't hurt me. Just that's it. Yeah, it doesn't matter.. if it can hurt your friend's feeling.. it's better not to correct things. I know what he meant and he knows what I meant. It's okay.

I don't know. So, I will have a breakfast tomorrow morning with him. Good.