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Mar. 13th, 2016 06:33 pm R and I hung out this afternoon, primarily at Joong Boo Market, where R can spend hours just fascinatedly staring at all the Korean food he doesn't understand but knows he wants to eat. In the car on the way back, with my giant sack of nishiki rice and rather smaller sack of glutinous rice flour (mochi here I come) in the backseat, R played a recording for me of his students doing a chorale concert at a downtown childrens' singing exhibition.
Children: *singing their asses off on some bridge between two tunes in a medley*
Sam: What...what are they saying there?
R: "Live your life like it's golden."
Sam: OH! Oh thank god.
R: Why?
Sam: No reason.
R: What did you think they were saying?
Sam: "Live your life like it's stolen."
R: WHAT. *starts laughing*
Sam: You know, like, drive it like you stole it. Live your life like it's stolen!
R: *crying with laughter* LIVE YOUR LIFE LIKE YOU STOLE IT.
Sam: I think my version is catchier. I'm going to make it my new motto.
Children: *singing their asses off on some bridge between two tunes in a medley*
Sam: What...what are they saying there?
R: "Live your life like it's golden."
Sam: OH! Oh thank god.
R: Why?
Sam: No reason.
R: What did you think they were saying?
Sam: "Live your life like it's stolen."
R: WHAT. *starts laughing*
Sam: You know, like, drive it like you stole it. Live your life like it's stolen!
R: *crying with laughter* LIVE YOUR LIFE LIKE YOU STOLE IT.
Sam: I think my version is catchier. I'm going to make it my new motto.