Has everyone just completely migrated to Facebook?

I know that I haven't posted much here either...but Facebook is seriously so lame.

High school all over again. And I don't mean it as a compliment.

Twitter? Puleeeze...

I guess it was bound to happen...who wants to write more than a paragraph these days?

Even with QWERTY keypad on cell phones, it's too hard to write more than a sentence.

I guess Internet is truly making all relationships be based on "What are you doing right now?"

I long for those days when it was kinda cool to just hang out and take time to get to know one another better...

But who has time for that? Certainly not me... :(

Back to tweeting... ;)

but dads do...

Yes, this is a story about me crying. I don't cry very often. I remember that in my 20's I didn't cry once. If I did, I don't remember. I'm a fairly analytical person and I try not to get emotional too often. When something bad happens, I don't react emotionally, but always try to think about what my next move should be. Even when my sister was in a bad car accident, I remember getting really worried about what we needed to do more than being so sad that this happened. I'm not a cold person, but I'm always trying to get a handle of situation rather than get all emotional and not know what to do.

But this morning, something totally expected happened. Harrison got a cut right below his eyes when he fell while playing near a portable radiator heater in our room. I wasn't there when it happened, but I could totally picture it. He is beginning to stand up and balance himself without holding onto anything, but when he falls, he usually dives face first into the ground or whatever is nearby. I didn't know about the incident, and I was taking a shower after playing soccer this morning. When Susan opened the shower door and showed me Harrison's face, I muttered, "Harrison, daddy's gonna cry," in Korean. And then it happened. I mean I cried. No, I was bawling. Just imagine a 6ft, 225lb guy, taking a shower and bawling. No, it is not a pretty picture. I couldn't control it. I was just so sad. I didn't even know why because I knew that it was bound to happen as he is one wild boy, who loves to climb things. It didn't matter. I was crying like a baby. The funny thing is that Harrison was all smiling and being goofy, but I think he knew that something was wrong as I wasn't being the usual goofy dad. He had a look of concern that I had never seen before.

As I was trying to get a hold of myself in the shower, I began to realize how much I really do love my son. It was a feeling that I never had before for anyone including Susan. It's a sense of both love and responsibility that I have for no one else. His suffering made me suffer even more. Then it hit me. If my heart aches this much for a tiny little cut on Harrison, how much greater God's pain must have been to see his Son torn up on the cross. I began to shrink from the shame and guilt of not realizing how great our Father's love is for us. It was a painful reminder that as much as I love my son, it is a miniscule fraction of how much God loves me. I had heard that this type of lessons will come my way once I had a child, but I didn't think it would be this heart wrenching. I'm still sad that Harrison has a scar, because he is such a beautiful boy. He really makes me smile when I see him or think about him. He's not a special child or anything, but he's my boy. I love him more than anything in this world because he constantly reminds me of God's faithfulness when things are difficult in this world. I will remember that God made me his dad so that I don't forget that I'm a child of God first...

when you were in college, how everyone was so generous at the beginning of the semester (quarter)?

Everyone had all this financial aid money and meal credits and treat you to lunch and/or dinner all the time. Of course, as the school year went on, people start becoming stingy and start looking for ways to get free meals out of you. I still remember how freshmen (guys usually), always start calling upper classmen, hyung and oppa, just to get some free lunch. The worst is when some of those guys would come over to your apartment and stay UNTIL you start eating dinner and join you even though you never asked. LOL...

I don't know why I remembered this, but today was one of the busiest days so far this year. Susan remarked how everyone was ordering large drinks with their meal. Usually, we get so many customers who buy a plate to share between two people and ask for two cups of tap water. Not only that, some people were buying way too much food. Our plate has a pretty big portion, but some people were getting a BBQ plate AND a noodle dish. I was puzzled at first, not realizing today was the 14th. The military pay days are 15th and 30th, and I guess when 15th falls on Sunday, they pay on the 14th. So many people had envelopes with cash and spending it willynilly buying $3 pretzels and $4 lemonade. Man, you gotta love American way of life. Spend while you can. Don't save. Just consume, consume, consume.

Man, we really need our economy to recover SOON!