Two days before New Year's Day

2007 is almost over. This means I am going to get one year-old in a Korean age counting. As usually, I went to HYPER for a workout. Today, I focused on a chest and back which were a superset of workout. Before I left a lift room, I saw a sweet cute girl. I don't know her age and name. I don't think she is under 21. At least, I should have asked her seven magic numbers. God damn it. Why didn't I talk her? If I asked her phone number, would I look a stocker? If I see her again, I will ask her name and phone numbers. When I came back home, I called my mom and dad for New Year's Eve in Korea. Dad and mom said they are going to a church for New Year' Day. This is my family traditional custom. I used to go there with them. In fact, they want to the church with me. Several days ago, I called my dad and he said he couldn't get any Christmas gifts from my sister. What the heck! She becomes a part of her husband's family, Chio. Even though her last name is Hong, her rest of life is going to be with Chio families. Next year, I am going to prepare a bunch of gift for my parents. I know what I have to do. One of Jamiroqui songs, Canned Heat, remains in my head. It is that dont' worry about your future and everything is going to be fine. Before I am going to sleep, I will study FCP, Apple's editing program.