Look at the Sky
When I was little fatchild growing up in korea, I had two cousins on my dad's side. My Oldest aunt had a son, her youger sister had a daughter and there was me. We were always together and pretty much grew up as siblings. Then one day G_d snatched me up and away on a big airplane and brought me to the states. Unfortunately my older brother was killed in a fire a few years ago. I haven't seen my sis for 5-6 years now, and when i did see her, it was for only a few days. But, the Lord works in mysterious ways. When my audition for Guildford was pending, I randomly called my aunt to say hello, when she let me know that my sis was in Bath studying English.
I met my sis in London yesterday, for the first time in half a decade. She seemed to have shrunk a few inches, or maybe i grew. Her shy five year old self was eerily present in her face when I first saw her waiting in Leicester Square, but that timid little girl from the past seemes to be hiding behind a strong, confident young woman. She had a man with her. Another korean student she met at Bath. They had been dating for a few months now. I said my greetings and shook his hand as politely as possible, but you know I was keenly absorbing every detail about him. I only have one blood sister in the world, and I can't have her dating anybody. It's funny, how we were only little kids when we saw eachother last and we've lived most of our lives as strangers; yet, when we met again for the first time we clicked right away, as if we were friends who saw eachother everyday. I had an amazing time with those kids. That whole day in london was extremely short, It felt so awkward trying to hold on to the little time I had to be with her, because I knew after that day, I probably wouldn't see her for another decade or so. We ate fabulous food together, got horrible service, walked along the thames, laughed at ugly people at the Portrait Gallery, saw pride and Prejudice and made fun of Keira Knightly's chin, and just had the best time. After the movie I had to get back to London Waterloo to catch the last train to Guildford. Saying goodbye to her was rather short and extremely bittersweet. The whole time I couldn't imagine speaking english to her so we conversed in Korean, but for some reason my goodbye's came out mostly in English. I told her boyfriend to take care and to take very good care of her. I think I approve. Watching those two walk away made something inside of me flip upside down. I was so happy but disgustingly disturbed. I wanted to run back and take one more picture of her, buy her one more little snack, give her one more hug, something. Also, London in cold weather is the lonliest city in the world. If you watch Love Actually, you'll know what I mean. The train ride home was pretty much a catastrophy. I had to wait 40 minutes for the next train. The train moved so slowly that I couldn't even tell when we stopped at a station or when we took off again. The majority of the first 30 minutes of the ride was spend next to a pack of drunken Chav girls who were cussing and bitching on their mobiles rather obnoxiously, and the second 30 minutes was spent completely alone in the train. I mean there was NO ONE on the train. I know this because whenever we stopped, no one got off, and when I did arrive in Guildford (where the train terminated) I was the only one to get off. The River Wey seemed espeacially black on the walk home. Pretty still too, given the bitter, Arctic wind that was blowing that night. Maybe the damn thing froze over. I was still very much awake when I got to chaucer court, but everyone was fast asleep. With nothing better to do I popped in Brit's "The Notebook" dvd and made my self a cup of tea. I liked it, even if it was the most chick flicky flick I've ever flicked.
I really want a burrito... with lots of cheese.
I met my sis in London yesterday, for the first time in half a decade. She seemed to have shrunk a few inches, or maybe i grew. Her shy five year old self was eerily present in her face when I first saw her waiting in Leicester Square, but that timid little girl from the past seemes to be hiding behind a strong, confident young woman. She had a man with her. Another korean student she met at Bath. They had been dating for a few months now. I said my greetings and shook his hand as politely as possible, but you know I was keenly absorbing every detail about him. I only have one blood sister in the world, and I can't have her dating anybody. It's funny, how we were only little kids when we saw eachother last and we've lived most of our lives as strangers; yet, when we met again for the first time we clicked right away, as if we were friends who saw eachother everyday. I had an amazing time with those kids. That whole day in london was extremely short, It felt so awkward trying to hold on to the little time I had to be with her, because I knew after that day, I probably wouldn't see her for another decade or so. We ate fabulous food together, got horrible service, walked along the thames, laughed at ugly people at the Portrait Gallery, saw pride and Prejudice and made fun of Keira Knightly's chin, and just had the best time. After the movie I had to get back to London Waterloo to catch the last train to Guildford. Saying goodbye to her was rather short and extremely bittersweet. The whole time I couldn't imagine speaking english to her so we conversed in Korean, but for some reason my goodbye's came out mostly in English. I told her boyfriend to take care and to take very good care of her. I think I approve. Watching those two walk away made something inside of me flip upside down. I was so happy but disgustingly disturbed. I wanted to run back and take one more picture of her, buy her one more little snack, give her one more hug, something. Also, London in cold weather is the lonliest city in the world. If you watch Love Actually, you'll know what I mean. The train ride home was pretty much a catastrophy. I had to wait 40 minutes for the next train. The train moved so slowly that I couldn't even tell when we stopped at a station or when we took off again. The majority of the first 30 minutes of the ride was spend next to a pack of drunken Chav girls who were cussing and bitching on their mobiles rather obnoxiously, and the second 30 minutes was spent completely alone in the train. I mean there was NO ONE on the train. I know this because whenever we stopped, no one got off, and when I did arrive in Guildford (where the train terminated) I was the only one to get off. The River Wey seemed espeacially black on the walk home. Pretty still too, given the bitter, Arctic wind that was blowing that night. Maybe the damn thing froze over. I was still very much awake when I got to chaucer court, but everyone was fast asleep. With nothing better to do I popped in Brit's "The Notebook" dvd and made my self a cup of tea. I liked it, even if it was the most chick flicky flick I've ever flicked.
I really want a burrito... with lots of cheese.