Mice on Venus

Among the books I read, Hugo Cabret has been the most impactful on my life.   I was in my second year of elementary school when I first cracked open the book.   Up until then, sad stories did not exist in my knowledge of literature.   Hugo Cabret opened my eyes to this new somber world and led me down a very dark path.   I read books normally that were bright in nature.   For example, the children’s books of Beverly Clearly was a popular read for me.   It was a proper representation of positive relatable Utopian life.   Just in case for those who haven’t read Hugo Cabret, I’ll give a quick summary.   Hugo Cabret is a story about a boy named Hugo who lives alone in the dark hallways of a train station within France.   He is a self-made horologist who keeps track of all the clocks in the train station and keeps them in peak condition (oiling, resetting, and rewinding the hands of the clock).   Unfortunately, his father died in a fire...

If I could go anywhere, I would go to, Seoul South Korea.   While there is an immense amount of reasons for this decision, it all comes down to three main qualities: shopping, food, and gaming.   In Korea, shopping is somewhat like America, except it’s much more diverse and everything is in one place.   The malls in the United States offer a small array of brands compared to South Korea, and often the shops are far apart.   In addition, the food in Korea is quite distinctive from the food I taste in America.   It’s not just about the food, but the delivery service: It is a whole “new experience”.   Finally, the gaming in Korea is on a whole new level.   Korea is known for having places called “PC cafes”, which have extremely powerful and expensive computers, offering an immersive high-quality gaming experience.    The shopping in Korea is immense in almost every way.   While in America, there might be 40 to 50 brands per mall, the ...

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....