Mice on Venus

I’m going to talk about a special person.  I won’t mention his name because of privacy concerns, but it starts with “M” and ends with “aher”.  I was told to talk about a person that makes me happy.   To be honest, I don’t really know if this guy makes me happy.  In fact, most of the time I just cry after he talks to me.   Just kidding; it’s quite the opposite actually.   He’s probably the reason I have a smile on every day.  If I were to describe him with one word, it would be "indescribable".   I’ve known him for about seven years, but he makes our relationship look like thirty years.   This friend is very special to me since he has made me laugh in times of deep sadness and anger.  Most people have never actually seen me sad or angry.   That kind of image of me is produced by this friend.   He shares joy through the stories he tells whether or not they’re true.   (He usually claims they’re all true)  He is the dr...

                Above is the picture of the furriest member of my family.   Melody is around thirty years old in dog years, and thus supposedly more mature than me based on age.   In my eyes, her personality is closely mimicked by that of a six-year old child.   I’ve explained this perspective to my parents, but they have reached the conclusion that she is still of higher maturity.   (At least I don’t directly ignore commands when I’m excited).   While her personality may certainly mirror a Charlie Brown-like character, her size is massive even for her breed. (72 pounds and counting) It is truly a child that is trapped within a giant. While Melody is a Yellow Lab, her mother was chocolate, and her father was black. (Labradors exist in a variety of colors such as (yellow, chocolate, and black); as a result, unlike most yellow labs, her nose and eyes are colored light brown.   Melody truly lives up to the not...

                    The picture above was taken on my birthday in the cafe where my parents first met. Despite the fact that it was my birthday , I was not overcome with the celebratory emotion that I usually felt.  I had the opportunity to drink a mango smoothie at the Grand Intercontinental Hotel in Seoul Parnas, South Korea.  Unfortunately, it also cost me 22 dollars to buy one cup: 22$ for which I will never get a refund.   I felt at the time that life was ripping me off not only emotionally, but also literally.  It only made me feel worse about the situation at hand.  On the table stood the smoothie, along with red bean cookies, sugar packets, and a paper straw that remained in its wrapper.  At this moment, I remember being in the presence of my father, who also ordered something seemingly overpriced - a cup of coffee for 20 dollars! Maybe he was getting ripped off more than me....