My brother and I get along pretty well now. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that he lives away from home. I'd like to think we both matured some. But growing up, he was the thorn in my side and I was a big cry baby. He knew how to push my buttons. I'd run to my mom every day crying, because he would not leave me alone. That's how bad it was.

I also have a tendency to talk in my sleep. I've said random things from "$27!! That's Cheap!!" to mumbling in Korean (so my roommate Kristy tells me). But the best sleep talk, according to my sister, which also proves how tormented I was growing up... I yelled out "DAVID!!! HAH JI MAH!!!!"

He's nice now. Still messes with me a lot. I always sign my emails, "your super cool noona," but he always replies "to my super dork sister" instead. He still has some learning to do.