Day Thirty-four

February 22, 2011

So the other day I ate lunch with my parents, it was awesome(All-you-can-eat-shabushabu). We put that place out of business, (= well anyways, when we entered the restaurant this Korean guy (around 25 years old) walks in right after we take our seats. He orders quickly and sets up the soju cups for his friends that haven't arrived yet. So me and my parents are swallowing down shabushabu like it was breathing to us. After we were on our third plate I glanced over at the guy's table and he is still sitting alone, letting his food get cold on the table. He seemed really depressed, drinking shots of soju by himself and licking his chopsticks as if he was ready to dig into the field of gogi in front of him. I felt sorry for him, I really did.

So after we finished our third plate of meat, and around 40 minutes passed by, the guy's friends showed up. He stood up, gave them highfives, and immediately started eating. He was happy. They started talking about fine Korean chicks they met at the movies, the horrible movies they watched with the fine chicks, and just their social-lives. Yeah, I heard all of this cause they were screaming their assholes off; shit, they were the loudest people in the entire restaurant. Just a second ago, the lonely guy didn't say a word except "ShabuShabu combo please.", and now he's spitting out words like he was Eminem.

After my fam ate our fifth plate (yeah we fat, so what?) we payed for our food and left, while the guy was laughing with his friends and enjoying life.

The lonely guy reminded me that life is so much better with friends by your side. It sucks to be alone, what are you going to do when you're alone? Talk to yourself? So for everyone that I didn't talk to, or that I left alone, I'm sorry. I won't leave you alone again.

Sorry again.

-Nahum

Day Thirty-three

February 7, 2011

So a couple of days ago I went to volunteer at this hospital in LA. So the people at the volunteer office told me that they were going to give me an ID card that allowed me to access the parking lot free of charge (SWEET). So I park on the street, put in enough coins for 26 minutes and go inside to get my ID card. I take my picture, write my address, blah blah blah, but eventually the ID-making ran a little long on time. I stared at my watched and 24 minutes already passed by. I sprinted across the hospital, jumped up and down on the elevator (thinking it would make it go down faster), and blasted to the streets. I jumped into my car and started my engine, and I looked up to find a small white ticket on my windshield wipers. BEHOLD THE ALL-MIGHTY FIRST PARKING TICKET! I was literally TWO minutes late, and in that time a bored as cop just decided to find my sexy car in the distance and slap a $88 fine on my dashboard! yup, that's right, EIGHTY-EIGHT BUCKAROOS! My parents hate me :P

-Nahum

Day Thirty-two

January 29, 2011

So yesterday the weirdest thing happened to me. So I went to get some groceries with my mom yesterday, and we stopped by this korean market in la. Before we entered to get food, my mom spotted this 60 year old man selling magazine subscriptions. My mom shows interest and I look at the delicious looking bread next to the man's little table. After my mom buys the subscription, she calls me over so I could carry the magazines to the car. As soon as the man saw me, fireworks shot out of his eyes. He was like, "OH! Is that your son???"

Mom, "Yes it is."

"WOW, you really raised him well!! He looks great! My son is all skinny and stuff, but your son has the PERFECT amount of fat! wow you really really raised him well."

....yup. I didn't know what to do. So he goes on rambling about how he wants his thirteen year old son to have the exact same body figure as me, and how much he was in love with me... homo. So the man places all the magazines my mom purchased in a small plastic bag and handed it to me. As soon as I had a grip on the bag, he snuck up behind me and squeezed my waist.

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....if you're weirded out how the hell do you think I felt. I freaking jumped like 48034 feet in the air cause he scared the living crap out of me. So after the love-handle squeezing, I like ran to the car, and I was "UMMA, LET'S GO!!!!!"

-Nahum

Day Thirty-one

January 24, 2011

Today's blog is going to be inspirational quotes from two people: my chemistry tutor and Will Smith.

My tutor said to me, "If an NFL player drops a pass, it does not mean he doesn't know how to catch a ball, it just means he didn't make the catch. You know your material, all you have to do is catch the ball."

Will Smith said, "You don't set out to build a wall. You don't start there; you say, I'm gonna lay this brick, as perfectly as a brick can be laid. And you do that every single day, and soon you have a wall."

-Nahum is inspired to tear shit up

Day Thirty

January 22, 2010

So today I took the SAT, and after the test I went to eat some MEXICAN food with my parents. So after I stuffed down my enchilada, my parents and I started talking about sleeping and lucid dreams and such. After a couple of minutes, we got to talk about me sleeping walking. hahahaha. I never knew that I sleepwalked, but apparently, I get up during the night, go to my bathroom, and just pee. I don't necessarily pee in the toilet, I just pee, HAHAHAHA. But my parents, aren't surprised when I do that, cause I apparently do that often! They say sometimes, when they are lucky, I'm a straight shooter, and I land everything in the toilet!!! But the WORST part is, sometimes, I wouldn't go to the bathroom closest to my room. My parents said that I would sometimes go to my dad's bathroom and just pee in the bathtub!!!! hahahahah. yeah, I'm a freak. Don't invite me to your sleep-overs.

-Nahum

Day Twenty-nine

January 2, 2011

Today sucked. It has to be one of the WORST days ever. If you know me even moderately well, you know that I love the LA Lakers and the St. Louis Rams. So today the Lakers played the Grizzlies and got murdered and the Rams lost to the Seahawks. The Lakers losing, I didn't mind as much but the Rams' game was the last regular season game, and

if they would have won, they would have gone to the playoffs...and sadly they lost. And I watched the ENTIRE game, including the halftime show. I could have spent my time studying all this junk that I procrastinated on!!! GAHH. Whatever, the Rams will get a better draft pick I guess. )=

-Nahum

next year baby.

Day Twenty-eight

New Years is the only day when being Korean is awesome.

Any other day, it's all about 5.0 GPA, 2400 SAT, being president of a school club, eating smelly food, and dealing with angry Korean parents. It's stressful being a Korean. Since the day we are born we already have a life goals thought through for us. BAM as soon as I took my first breath in the world my parents said, "You're gonna be a dentist/doctor/lawyer, engineer." Living a Korean life is like playing a boring game with one life left, one mess up and it's game over: parents start to go crazy, they tell you that you aren't going to college, and they spank you a couple of times.

But New Year's Day, is the reason I didn't run away from home. In a Korean household you go to your relative's house on New Years and bow to them while saying "seh-he-bok mahn-e-bah-d-seh-yo". After you say those magic words, they tell you how to life the rest of the year and BAM they hand a a shiny white envelope filled with money! Yup that's right, MONEY!!! You come out of that house white a heavy pocket and so many more relatives to go. After getting all that green, you go home, toss your money on your bed, and swim in Benjamin's.

New Years is the only day when being Korean is awesome.

-Nahum