INK

John Cadengo let me use a uniball signo micro 207 pen and I really liked it. It was dark, fine-point, and did not bleed through the paper.

I like things like that. I like clear concepts that make dark and permanent impacts on my way of thinking. I do not like it when concepts are too thick, bleed through and make a mess of my train of thought. I don't like wasting ink.

I have this one friend that sends me text messages with quotes about once a week. Yesterday, he sent me one that says, "If a man who cannot count finds a four-leaf clover, is he lucky?" - Stanislaw Lee.

It makes me really sad when people complain about their parents' rules and nagging. I miss my dad telling me what time to come home and yelling at me when I go out without telling him. I miss him trying to force his Korean influence on me. I miss him bossing me around like telling me to make him food and wash the car and do the laundry. I won't have the chance to do little things like that for him ever again. Your time will run out too.

I also miss my mom having enough time to teach me and guide me by the hand through every little obstacle that comes my way. I miss thinking that she was the smartest, strongest, and greatest person in the world.

I wish everyone could realize how lucky they are so they can find joy in appreciating their parents and so that they can show their parents that they are appreciated. I guess you really don't notice what you have, until it's gone.