Do you remember when you were in High School thinking those four years were the paramount of your life? Like every decision was life-altering or you couldn't get any more mature than you were at that moment. Yea, I remember believing that. Too bad reality hit me hard in the face my first year in college. It gets me to thinking though, am I gonna look back 5 years down the road and think the same thing about my college years? Or did I pass the invisible threshold of adulthood where now the decisions really are life-altering and my maturity is plateau-ing?

When are we old enough to make decisions that aren't childs-play but respectable life decisions?

Everyone I talk to seems to know the answer to life questions, and they always have good reasons to back their answers up. But quite frankly, it's come to the point where I've been disillusioned in people's confident answer to life. What really makes them so much more wiser than the last person that had a differing opinion? There was a sermon I heard a few years back that I remember to this day (not many of those). Well, actually, I just remember a sentence from the sermon. My pastor said, "Anyone can give you advice, but only God can give you the answer." Still remember it to this day. I should write it big in my room somewhere, like a life motto or something. Anyways, something I've realized is that no two people will live their lives the same way. They'll like different foods, like different music, have different parents, have different personalities, have different jobs, have different annoying flaws, have different love lives, but in the end, they'll both be happy if they seek guidance from God. Life is the farthest thing from a formula. That's why I think artists and musicians capture the essence of life the best. So why do we pretend that we know?

Maybe I'll look back a few years later and realize how retarded I am for writing this (more like tomorrow morning), but I can't live life afraid of what I'm not. I'd rather look idiotic now than live life knowing I lived it half-assed.

So for now, I am old enough.

Usually, it's really hard for me to get really bothered. Tow Trucks, on the other hand, makes me wanna punch someone every single time. Getting towed is a dichotomy of cursing your idiotic self and those heartless, toothless, fat bastards in those trucks. It's incredible how cold someone can be. I parked my car for FIVE minutes and he was already there jacking up my car. FUEKCNPOIECK.

I wish that guy would crash and burn.

When I eventually get my head straight, I will be disappointed at myself for thinking such thoughts to another human. I do concede that I have no earthly idea what kind of man or position in life he's in right now. For all I know, the guy might have been banking on my $50 to buy groceries for his kids tonight. I'm not assuming I know what it's like to be a tow truck driver so, in the end, it's my fault this even happened.

But for RIGHT NOW, I Effing Hate Tow Trucks.

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Until this whole tow truck thing happened, I was ready to pass out on any hard surface around me. Now its got my blood all pumping and I can't sleep. So, I'll just write about something.

I title it: The Funny Thing About Love

First I need to make a disclaimer, or rather a reminder that this blog's main purpose is for me to facilitate my thought process. It's neither enlightening or scientific. Ya'll are just along for the ride.

So one day, while taking the morning bus to campus, I started thinking about dating. Not like who I would date or who the hottest girl is or anything like that, but just the interesting quirks of dating. What do I mean? I mean how korean christian boys have a genetic disorder that makes them timid and insecure about the girl they like. I mean how guys go for looks and smarts while girls want care and passion. etc. Obviously I'm generalizing, but you get the point. Anyways, as I was thinking, I thought it was particularly funny how guys always get the short end of the stick during the 'courting' phase of relationships. A couple years ago, a friend told me a story of how this boy made jook for her when she was sick. The hilarity of the story is that he waited outside her apt for hours (in the cold, mind you) and proceeded to have a terribly awkward conversation when he was invited inside. It's embarrassing for him, it's funny to me. However, what I found more funny was how if the circumstances were a little bit different, girls would be praising him for being so romantic. If that guy didn't totally suck at carrying a conversation and my friend was a bit attracted, he would've been noble for suffering the cold while waiting for her.

It's hard to contemplate the decision a guy makes when he goes for broke for the girl he likes. When guys do bold things they know they could potentially to be the butt of a embarrassing story for years to come. Just like that story I just told you. We don't even know the guy, but we laugh at him. Are we in the wrong? Probably, but the point is that guys go in knowing full well that it could happen to them...

Well, it's an incomplete thought and I'm getting sleepy again so I'll end it here.

House Dance Battle from Urim Choi on Vimeo.

Housedancing is awesome. Unfortunately, I can't do any of that. The style, the movement, the music, the culture -- its addicting. The concept of Housedance is about interpretation and expression, not rules. You have the basic foundation of dance, but you can add other dance styles to it. Evolving it. Battles are won by skill and interpretation, not embarassing the opponent. Housedance circles encourage new styles and movement. Isn't this how art should be?

It's a big reason why I'm excited about living in Chicago.

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Younha - If I Ain't Got You from Urim Choi on Vimeo.

Younha is my favorite korean celebrity for the moment. Genuine talent, attractive, seemingly down-to-earth personality. It's either proof that ideal women exist or she has the greatest publicity agent and plastic surgeon.

Either way, her albums are awesome, and I'm getting too old to think about this kind of stuff.

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I am writing to you from my operational management class. This class has made me bored more times than any other class. This is so cool -- writing from my iPod. :)