Waaay back in February I started taking tae kwon do classes. I had recently gotten my blood pressure checked and it was a little high. This bummed me out because one of my goals is to get off blood pressure medicine. As I walked to my car (which is really a mini-van) I determined that I needed to add something to my exercise routine. At that precise moment I spied the local tae kwon do center. Perfect!
Tae kwon do is Korean martial arts and it is awesome! I can punch, kick, use nun chucks, and even break a board with my hand. AND my blood pressure has gone down. Yeah, I rock.
But the real (secret) reason I love tae kwon do is because my teacher, Master Kim, is from South Korea. Every class is also a learning session of Korean language and culture. Oh how I love a two-for-one deal. I can now count to eight in Korean with real confidence.
Master Kim has lived in the United States for ten years. He has an American wife. He has American kids. He runs a business. He deals with Americans on a daily basis. He speaks English. Really. He does. But I have the hardest time understanding him. Giggles and The Boy go to class with me once a week and they don't understand him either.
I found this video of Leeteuk speaking English to some American fans at his radio show. As I watched and listened I realized that he sounds a lot like Master Kim.....
Uploaded by YesungCenter on Apr 20, 2011
The funny thing about this is that Leeteuk avoids speaking English when ever he can. When Super Junior was in LA last September he didn't even say "hi" in English. I thought they could all take some English lessons. Well, it turns out they all know enough English to get by.
And as I have learned from Master Kim, you cannot tell how much a person has mastered a language just by talking to him. You have to get to know him. And understand him. And really listen to him. And have a conversation with him.
I think that would probably work with any person you are trying to communicate with. Don't just talk to them. Know them. Understand them. Really listen to them. And have a conversation with them.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
Friday, April 22, 2011
Let Me Explain...
Oy! This month is more than half over and I've only posted once! What's wrong with me?
It's called being in a funk.
My definition of being in a funk - going through life in a state of withdrawal, kind of like depression but not so severe. Over a period of time you realize that you are no longer doing the things that bring satisfaction to life.
Yup. That would describe this month. And it's not like there haven't been things to be happy about -
1 I got my yellow belt in Tae Kwon Do
2 My front yard is (mostly) cleaned up and flowers are blooming
3 We had Spring Break
4 The Crafty One and Moli are done with finals
5 Ummm..... I guess there is no 5
So what's the problem?
1 Dude-Man is always working. And when I say he is always working what I really mean is he works 6 days a week and is there at least 15 hours/day. Yeah, ALWAYS working.
2 My daily routine has been thrown all out of whack. But that's probably because I'm in a funk, it didn't cause the funk. Although it has made the problem worse.
3 The freaking sun NEVER shines!!! Aha! The root cause of The Funk has been revealed!
Darn you CLOUDS! and RAIN!! and WIND!!! and COLD!!!! even freaking SNOW!!!!!
Spring time in Utah = the worst season ever, anywhere, anytime.
It's called being in a funk.
My definition of being in a funk - going through life in a state of withdrawal, kind of like depression but not so severe. Over a period of time you realize that you are no longer doing the things that bring satisfaction to life.
Yup. That would describe this month. And it's not like there haven't been things to be happy about -
1 I got my yellow belt in Tae Kwon Do
2 My front yard is (mostly) cleaned up and flowers are blooming
3 We had Spring Break
4 The Crafty One and Moli are done with finals
5 Ummm..... I guess there is no 5
So what's the problem?
1 Dude-Man is always working. And when I say he is always working what I really mean is he works 6 days a week and is there at least 15 hours/day. Yeah, ALWAYS working.
2 My daily routine has been thrown all out of whack. But that's probably because I'm in a funk, it didn't cause the funk. Although it has made the problem worse.
3 The freaking sun NEVER shines!!! Aha! The root cause of The Funk has been revealed!
Darn you CLOUDS! and RAIN!! and WIND!!! and COLD!!!! even freaking SNOW!!!!!
Spring time in Utah = the worst season ever, anywhere, anytime.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Sharing Faith
As a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints I am often encouraged to share my beliefs with those who are not of my faith. When I lived in Chicago this was pretty easy to do since most of my family members, friends, neighbors, and acquaintances were not of my faith. Now that I live in Utah nearly everyone I come in contact with is of my same faith. I find it difficult in this environment to share what I believe. Actually, I think this is a little strange since most conversations tend to revolve around shared topics of interest. Hmm... something for me to ponder.
Anyway, Donghae recently posted on his cywold account an encounter with a man named Michael that he and Siwon met on the street as they made their way back to their apartment in Taipei, Taiwan. This is a translation of that account that I found on the internet -
Title: Pray for Michael…2011.4.1 AM 3:13
Translated by @ASHKooKoo
Posted by: reneee (www.sup3rjunior.wordpress.com)
When I first read Donghae's story I was reminded of how missionaries from my church go out two-by-two and try to awaken a love and trust in God in the people that they meet each day. Missionaries talk to people on the street, knock on doors to share their message, and generally try to share the gospel with anyone they come in contact with. I think it's so cool that Donghae and Siwon do the same thing.
Another thing that struck me is that they were on their way home from Bible study. It is so awesome that even in a foreign land they are keeping up their religious worship. When I was in India I did not attempt to go to church at all because I did not want to inconvenience my family. I also felt uncomfortable with the thought of attending services in a language that I did not understand. I wish that I could go back and make a different choice. But since time travel is not possible, I must go forward with a determination to make a different choice in the future. My faith is so important to me and I should not let a vacation or language barrier keep me from worshipping my Heavenly Father and his son, Jesus Christ.
Finally, this story reminds me of myself when I lived in Chicago. I could not keep myself from sharing the good news of the gospel with those I came in contact with. I was a teenager back then and sometimes lacked a sense of tact. Now, I have an over developed sense of tact and I am usually reluctant to share the reality of God's love for all mankind. This makes me sad because I wish that all people had the opportunity to know that there is a purpose to this life, that they are spirit children of our Heavenly Father, and that He loves them very much.
Once again I am grateful to the example the Super Junior boys. Today they have given me the courage to live my convictions even when it is inconvenient or unpopular to do so.
Anyway, Donghae recently posted on his cywold account an encounter with a man named Michael that he and Siwon met on the street as they made their way back to their apartment in Taipei, Taiwan. This is a translation of that account that I found on the internet -
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| Donghae and Siwon at an unrelated press conference |
Hi. This is Super Junior Donghae. I’m doing well in Taiwan. Doing hard with my members on the album, Extravagant Challenge with Siwon…for the drama I’m working hard. Today at 12:30am I was on my way back to my room with Siwon from the Bible study that I have it everyday with my members, and I saw one Chinese man drinking alone on the street. So I asked him why he is drinking alone…He said he has laryngeal cancer. We had a conversation for about an hour and a half. The doctor will tell him whether he can live or not by having a surgery on April 3rd. So the man told me he’s too upset, tired, and scared. Siwon and I told him to stop drinking and put the cigarette on his hand down, and pray together. Michael said he doesn’t know God and praying is useless. He said he would spend his last minute with drinking and smoking only because he will die soon anyway. But Siwon and I told him to go to a church together and pray, think positively and leave bad thoughts away. Michael said such pretty words and good thoughts…anyone can say like that. He said he really thanks us, but we are not him or not in his situation, so we cannot understand him or how he feels now. So I told him about my dad who passed away. My dad had cancer too. During 3 years at the hospital he found God and was willing to become God’s son. (He was really a Christian.) I lied to Michael…that my dad is fine now…so pray and stop drinking and smoking. I can see Michael is afraid and feeble through his eyes. So I wanted to give him a hope, and also wanted him to get well soon and then we can have a meal together as friends; I believe this lie was good, which gives a hope to someone. Michael is very successful. He kept telling us to go and take a rest, but we didn’t leave him and kept talking. In front of us, Michael throw the drink and the cigarette away. He said he really thanks us for telling him a good story and giving him a good message, and he will pray and think positively. But surely we walked heavily… He said his wife is home and it’s too late, so we asked him to come to our house. He told us it’s okay, and he’s too happy to meet Super Junior and make two good friends, and he will invite us to dinner. I believe if we just said hi and passed him, he would have worse thoughts. The old saying, “Even a graze creates karma”…is right. We’re proud of being God’s sons who can be a hope of someone and encourage others. Though everyone lives each one’s life, hope we get easy, and look around ourselves to give a hand to others, and that will be a huge help. Do not just pass someone because you don’t know him or her, but say hi with a smile. If someone doesn’t say hi to you, you go to the one first and say hi with a smile; I’m sure the one will like you and you can make a new friend. I ask you to pray together. For Michael …April 3rd is the date he will receive a test result. Please pray for Michael to get healthy and the light will shine his way. And because this writing is in Korean …I don’t speak English…And I cannot speak Chinese fluently. If anyone who saw this and is able to translate, please translate it, so one becomes ten, ten becomes a hundred, and more people will be able to read this and pray for Michael for at least 30 seconds. I don’t think a success nor money is important. The importance is in other stuffs… Thank God who trained me again today. And thanks to Siwon who leads my members to God everyday, for us to be able to come to God closer. Good night, Michael…Source: http://minihp.cyworld.com/62000821/211798335 (@donghae861015)
Translated by @ASHKooKoo
Posted by: reneee (www.sup3rjunior.wordpress.com)
When I first read Donghae's story I was reminded of how missionaries from my church go out two-by-two and try to awaken a love and trust in God in the people that they meet each day. Missionaries talk to people on the street, knock on doors to share their message, and generally try to share the gospel with anyone they come in contact with. I think it's so cool that Donghae and Siwon do the same thing.
Another thing that struck me is that they were on their way home from Bible study. It is so awesome that even in a foreign land they are keeping up their religious worship. When I was in India I did not attempt to go to church at all because I did not want to inconvenience my family. I also felt uncomfortable with the thought of attending services in a language that I did not understand. I wish that I could go back and make a different choice. But since time travel is not possible, I must go forward with a determination to make a different choice in the future. My faith is so important to me and I should not let a vacation or language barrier keep me from worshipping my Heavenly Father and his son, Jesus Christ.
Finally, this story reminds me of myself when I lived in Chicago. I could not keep myself from sharing the good news of the gospel with those I came in contact with. I was a teenager back then and sometimes lacked a sense of tact. Now, I have an over developed sense of tact and I am usually reluctant to share the reality of God's love for all mankind. This makes me sad because I wish that all people had the opportunity to know that there is a purpose to this life, that they are spirit children of our Heavenly Father, and that He loves them very much.
Once again I am grateful to the example the Super Junior boys. Today they have given me the courage to live my convictions even when it is inconvenient or unpopular to do so.
Monday, March 28, 2011
Gratitiude - A Sunday Thing
Ah March! It came in like a lion (all grouchy and mean), hung a round like a lion (with PMS), and is apparently going to go out like a lion (with irritable bowl syndrome). I am not grateful for March. Or at least its weather.
March has also been bad to the people in Japan.
And unsettling (to say the least) for the people of the Middle East and areas of Africa.
So let's think of some good things about March -
The earthquake and tsunami in Japan gave many people the opportunity show how much we care about each other. Ryan Higa (one of my favorite people on YouTube) made this awesome video to help the people of Japan. It was so awesome that it was even aired on a tv show in Japan to cheer people up. So I'm grateful to people like Ryan Higa who use their talents to help people in need and motivate others to do the same.
Here's his video-
I started taking taekwondo classes. The really great thing about these classes is that everyone is so nice and encouraging. The teachers. The other students. Even The Boy and Giggles (who do not really like to go) manage to scrounge up some cheerfulness whenever we go to class. It's so nice to have people cheer you on even when you make a complete and total fool of yourself.
In March we celebrate our Irish heritage by eating yummy Irish food (I think that's an oxymoron). This year we had that great classic of Ramen and Dumpling Soup. OK, that's really a Korean classic but today we finally had Corned Beef and Cabbage. Hooray for being Irish. And hooray for Korean food on St. Patrick's Day because sometimes that's just how I roll.
And finally, I'm grateful that Giggles and I got to enjoy the General Young Women's Meeting for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Here's a video clip of young women sharing what they believe-
And finally, I'm grateful for my home, my family, and my faith -
And don't forget Super Junior!
March has also been bad to the people in Japan.
And unsettling (to say the least) for the people of the Middle East and areas of Africa.
So let's think of some good things about March -
The earthquake and tsunami in Japan gave many people the opportunity show how much we care about each other. Ryan Higa (one of my favorite people on YouTube) made this awesome video to help the people of Japan. It was so awesome that it was even aired on a tv show in Japan to cheer people up. So I'm grateful to people like Ryan Higa who use their talents to help people in need and motivate others to do the same.
Here's his video-
I started taking taekwondo classes. The really great thing about these classes is that everyone is so nice and encouraging. The teachers. The other students. Even The Boy and Giggles (who do not really like to go) manage to scrounge up some cheerfulness whenever we go to class. It's so nice to have people cheer you on even when you make a complete and total fool of yourself.
In March we celebrate our Irish heritage by eating yummy Irish food (I think that's an oxymoron). This year we had that great classic of Ramen and Dumpling Soup. OK, that's really a Korean classic but today we finally had Corned Beef and Cabbage. Hooray for being Irish. And hooray for Korean food on St. Patrick's Day because sometimes that's just how I roll.
And finally, I'm grateful that Giggles and I got to enjoy the General Young Women's Meeting for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Here's a video clip of young women sharing what they believe-
And finally, I'm grateful for my home, my family, and my faith -
And don't forget Super Junior!
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Traveling to Foreign Lands, Part Two
Leaving India was not as easy as getting to India. We were unfortunate enough to have our return flight on April 15, 2010. You may be wondering why that particular day was not good for flying. That was the day that a volcano in Iceland erupted. Don't you remember Elyjojokufalalalala? OK, it's real name is Eyjafjallajökull. But I'm pretty sure that my way is easier to pronounce.
Anyway, when the volcano erupted it sent a huge plume of ash into the stratosphere which is where planes like to fly -
And so all the airports in Europe were closed. For a week.
I don't like volcanos.
On April 22 we were finally able to leave. Everything went pretty smoothly except that mom and I would not be sitting together. I thought that would be OK since we had been together like Siamese twins for 4 weeks.
After a few minor delays we were allowed to board our plane. Everything was great until my seat companion arrived. A large, burly Russian man with bristly gray hair and bushy eyebrow hairs that were at least two inches long. (I am not making this up.) He scared me.
When you leave India, you always do it at deepest part of night. Naturally, I wanted to sleep. So I took a sleeping pill. Airplane seats are as comfortable as bus seats. Especially in coach.
As the sleeping pill started to do its thing, I started to feel the urge to flail. But this time I was afraid of my seat companion. I decided to find somewhere out of they way so I could stand until the urge to wave my arms and kick went away.
There really aren't a lot of places on a plane where you can be out of the way but I found one. Behind the bathroom there was a passageway to get from one side of the plane to the other. That is where I found refuge. So quiet, so peaceful, so dark. It did not take long for me to relax and become drowsy. I was so drowsy that I fell asleep. And started sleepwalking.
Of course I didn't realize that I was sleepwalking. Until I woke up in the middle of the next cabin patting people on the head as I made my way down the aisle.
Yeah, I don't much care for flying. But if I ever get to fly overseas again then I'm doing it the way Super Junior does. All nice and comfy -
Anyway, when the volcano erupted it sent a huge plume of ash into the stratosphere which is where planes like to fly -
And so all the airports in Europe were closed. For a week.
I don't like volcanos.
On April 22 we were finally able to leave. Everything went pretty smoothly except that mom and I would not be sitting together. I thought that would be OK since we had been together like Siamese twins for 4 weeks.
After a few minor delays we were allowed to board our plane. Everything was great until my seat companion arrived. A large, burly Russian man with bristly gray hair and bushy eyebrow hairs that were at least two inches long. (I am not making this up.) He scared me.
When you leave India, you always do it at deepest part of night. Naturally, I wanted to sleep. So I took a sleeping pill. Airplane seats are as comfortable as bus seats. Especially in coach.
As the sleeping pill started to do its thing, I started to feel the urge to flail. But this time I was afraid of my seat companion. I decided to find somewhere out of they way so I could stand until the urge to wave my arms and kick went away.
There really aren't a lot of places on a plane where you can be out of the way but I found one. Behind the bathroom there was a passageway to get from one side of the plane to the other. That is where I found refuge. So quiet, so peaceful, so dark. It did not take long for me to relax and become drowsy. I was so drowsy that I fell asleep. And started sleepwalking.
Of course I didn't realize that I was sleepwalking. Until I woke up in the middle of the next cabin patting people on the head as I made my way down the aisle.
Yeah, I don't much care for flying. But if I ever get to fly overseas again then I'm doing it the way Super Junior does. All nice and comfy -
Thursday, March 10, 2011
OMG!!! I'm in a Video with Super Junior!!!
Let me just say that again - I AM IN A VIDEO WITH SUPER JUNIOR!!!!!!
I am so spazzing right now, you'd think I was 16.
So first a bit of background. In September, Super Junior came to LA as part of the SMTown Live 2010 concert. I got great seats for me and The Crafty One. Front row seats to be exact. The concert was so amazing. There are really no words to convey the pure joy I felt that night.
I was so happy and excited and elated and and and..... You get the picture.
Every night I spend time watching Super Junior videos. Tonight I found one that was from that concert. I chose to watch it because Henry and Siwon are speaking English. At the time of the concert I was so delirious because of their proximity that I could not listen coherently and so I have no recollection of what they said. So I started watching and listening until I realized that the camera was pointed in our general direction! And then I stopped listening and started screaming just like I was back at the concert.
We are in the upper right-hand corner when the video starts, next to the two posters that are being held by fans. I'm wearing a gray shirt with purple flowers and The Crafty One is wearing blue. Check us out -
My family has gathered around to watch me scream like a silly teenager. I may never know what they said, but I sure am happy.
I am so spazzing right now, you'd think I was 16.
So first a bit of background. In September, Super Junior came to LA as part of the SMTown Live 2010 concert. I got great seats for me and The Crafty One. Front row seats to be exact. The concert was so amazing. There are really no words to convey the pure joy I felt that night.
I was so happy and excited and elated and and and..... You get the picture.
Every night I spend time watching Super Junior videos. Tonight I found one that was from that concert. I chose to watch it because Henry and Siwon are speaking English. At the time of the concert I was so delirious because of their proximity that I could not listen coherently and so I have no recollection of what they said. So I started watching and listening until I realized that the camera was pointed in our general direction! And then I stopped listening and started screaming just like I was back at the concert.
We are in the upper right-hand corner when the video starts, next to the two posters that are being held by fans. I'm wearing a gray shirt with purple flowers and The Crafty One is wearing blue. Check us out -
My family has gathered around to watch me scream like a silly teenager. I may never know what they said, but I sure am happy.
Monday, March 7, 2011
Traveling to Foreign Lands, Part One
Last year, I traveled to India to visit my family who I had not seen in many, many years. I was excited for the trip but also nervous. It had been over 15 years since I had flown anywhere.
I had to get some shots to go to India. While talking with my doctor about anti-malaria meds, the topic of not being able to sleep came up. I explained my nervousness about flying and my concern about jet lag (there is a 12 and a half hour time difference). She happily gave me a prescription for some sleeping pills (as well as anti-malaria pills) and sent me on my way.
The trip to India was fairly uneventful. I was pretty comfortable and was able to sleep well. Nice.
Since I had enough sleeping pills to last the three weeks I was planning on being there, I decided to take a pill every night so that I wouldn't sleep my trip away. This was a good plan for the most part...
After being in India for over a week it was decided that my mom and I , along with my aunt, would travel to Mahabaleshwar. By bus. A bus like this one -
This bus is actually a lot nicer than the bus we rode in. This bus has air-conditioning. And soft, reclining chairs. And foot rests (which are really important when you're short like me).
When we left Mumbai for Mahabaleshwar it was at night. I thought I would be smart and take my sleeping pill before we left for the bus. I took it too soon and when we got to the bus I was pretty groggy.
We found our seats but we were not all together. My mom and my aunt were together and I was all by my lonesome. That was alright by me because I was almost out for the night.
Let me describe this bus (what I can remember from my drug-induced haze). Instead of air-conditioning there were small fans scattered throughout it. The seats were made out of plywood with thin padding and vinyl coverings. The seats were high, too high for me to put my feet on the floor. The arm rests were metal with no cushioning at all. You could move them out of the way but not completely. And I remember that it was yellow. Like, "Good morning! It's a bright and sunny day today!", yellow. The lights stayed on until we had picked up all the passengers.
So I settled into my seat as best as I could and I was asleep before you could say, "Bob's your uncle". I was so content until we started to drive through the streets of Mumbai.
Now Driving Mumbai is crazy no matter the time of day or what kind of vehicle you are in. That's just a fact. There is a lot of stopping and going. When you go, you go FAST. When you stop, you stop FAST. And when you are asleep and your feet don't reach the floor and you are as limp as a rag doll and the bus goes FAST you become joined as one with your seat. However, when you are asleep and your feet don't touch the floor and you are as limp as a rag doll and the bus stops FAST you become a projectile that hits the seat in front of you. But then the bus starts FAST again and then you become a backward propelled projectile and you slam back into your seat.
At one point, I turned around in my chair and had it recline back as far as it would go ( not very far) and hung on for dear life. This worked until I truly fell asleep again, and then I melted off the chair. I put the arm rests up between the chairs so I could stretch out and this worked well for a time. When the bus would jerk to a stop I would fling my arms out to keep from falling onto the floor
It took TWO hours to leave Mumbai.
I hate traveling by bus.
Do you know who else hates traveling by bus? My traveling companion, that's who. I never knew anyone was sitting with me. If I had, I'm sure I would have tried to be nice.
I am told that my aunt tried to convince him to sit else where but to no avail. He made me sit in my proper seat. He wouldn't let me lean on him. He was very mean.
I, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to him. There was flailing. And kicking. And whimpering. Tossing and turning. Slamming back and forth with each start and stop.
Yeah, I really hate traveling by bus.
I had to get some shots to go to India. While talking with my doctor about anti-malaria meds, the topic of not being able to sleep came up. I explained my nervousness about flying and my concern about jet lag (there is a 12 and a half hour time difference). She happily gave me a prescription for some sleeping pills (as well as anti-malaria pills) and sent me on my way.
The trip to India was fairly uneventful. I was pretty comfortable and was able to sleep well. Nice.
Since I had enough sleeping pills to last the three weeks I was planning on being there, I decided to take a pill every night so that I wouldn't sleep my trip away. This was a good plan for the most part...
After being in India for over a week it was decided that my mom and I , along with my aunt, would travel to Mahabaleshwar. By bus. A bus like this one -
This bus is actually a lot nicer than the bus we rode in. This bus has air-conditioning. And soft, reclining chairs. And foot rests (which are really important when you're short like me).
When we left Mumbai for Mahabaleshwar it was at night. I thought I would be smart and take my sleeping pill before we left for the bus. I took it too soon and when we got to the bus I was pretty groggy.
We found our seats but we were not all together. My mom and my aunt were together and I was all by my lonesome. That was alright by me because I was almost out for the night.
Let me describe this bus (what I can remember from my drug-induced haze). Instead of air-conditioning there were small fans scattered throughout it. The seats were made out of plywood with thin padding and vinyl coverings. The seats were high, too high for me to put my feet on the floor. The arm rests were metal with no cushioning at all. You could move them out of the way but not completely. And I remember that it was yellow. Like, "Good morning! It's a bright and sunny day today!", yellow. The lights stayed on until we had picked up all the passengers.
So I settled into my seat as best as I could and I was asleep before you could say, "Bob's your uncle". I was so content until we started to drive through the streets of Mumbai.
Now Driving Mumbai is crazy no matter the time of day or what kind of vehicle you are in. That's just a fact. There is a lot of stopping and going. When you go, you go FAST. When you stop, you stop FAST. And when you are asleep and your feet don't reach the floor and you are as limp as a rag doll and the bus goes FAST you become joined as one with your seat. However, when you are asleep and your feet don't touch the floor and you are as limp as a rag doll and the bus stops FAST you become a projectile that hits the seat in front of you. But then the bus starts FAST again and then you become a backward propelled projectile and you slam back into your seat.
At one point, I turned around in my chair and had it recline back as far as it would go ( not very far) and hung on for dear life. This worked until I truly fell asleep again, and then I melted off the chair. I put the arm rests up between the chairs so I could stretch out and this worked well for a time. When the bus would jerk to a stop I would fling my arms out to keep from falling onto the floor
It took TWO hours to leave Mumbai.
I hate traveling by bus.
Do you know who else hates traveling by bus? My traveling companion, that's who. I never knew anyone was sitting with me. If I had, I'm sure I would have tried to be nice.
I am told that my aunt tried to convince him to sit else where but to no avail. He made me sit in my proper seat. He wouldn't let me lean on him. He was very mean.
I, on the other hand, was completely oblivious to him. There was flailing. And kicking. And whimpering. Tossing and turning. Slamming back and forth with each start and stop.
Yeah, I really hate traveling by bus.
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