Tuesday, November 20, 2012

I have a tumblr.

I think Kobe has more loyalty to his wife than we do to our blogging platforms.

peace outside.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Things im learning.

Is God real in your life?

This is a question I've been asking myself daily, and for the most part, my answer has been -- no.
I believe in God, but I can't say that God has a consistent presence in my life. I guess an analogy would be like having a father in north korea. I would obviously believe that my father exists, but since i don't communicate/spend time with him, i can't really say that he has an impact on my life.

In college, apart from STSM, i can't say that i really grew in my love/understanding of God. And for a while, i was like, "God, WHY!? Why do i feel so stagnant and dry?" I read the word consistently, prayed daily, attended church weekly, and tried my best to be involved and plugged in with ministry at KCM.

Talking with Amos on the banks of Manhattan. I'm 90% sure people thought we were a gay couple.

After going to New York and talking a bit with Amos, i started to kinda figure it out. I guess mproblem was that God was more of an idea to me than an actual living/moving God. I also placed God as a means to an end. God was my meal ticket to heaven. I thought that as long as i read the bible and strayed away from sin, that i was on my merry way to heaven, and God would just be the magic carpet that took me up there when i died. I thought that by being a christian, i escaped the default punishment of hell when i die. But that's not what christianity is about.

The end goal isn't going to heaven. The end goal is being with and finding God.

To be honest, my fuel for reading the word/praying was guilt. every night i sit in bed, and right before i sleep, i reflect on my day and say, "If i lived the entire day doing my own thing, i have to be able to give God these 15 minutes to read the word." Where's the love? I read the bible out of feeling pity for God?? who the hell do i think i am??

I was more dedicated to the motions of being a christian, than i was to loving God. Another analogy would be like having a girlfriend in norcal. I dont think any guy loves driving 300 miles, or talking on the phone/aim for hours at a time. Let me clarify - I dont think any guy(in their right mind) likes doing those things, just to do them. When's the last time you heard of someone driving 6 hours just to drive? or someone who talking to a piece of plastic for no apparent reason? The reason why a guy would do this, is because he loves the person on the other side of the phone, or because he is committed to that girl living hundreds of miles away.

I'm that stupid guy that drives 300 miles, for the sake of driving (and not for the girl).

My commitment to the motions of being a christian was like having an addiction to the petty/useless stuff of a relationship. And in a way, we are in a long-distance relationship with God, because we don't have a chance on earth to spend continuous time with him. Yea, we do get extended periods of time where we leave our comfort zones and spend time dedicated soley to Him (ie. missions/retreats/conferences/etc). but in the broad scope of things, i don't think anyone has a 24/7 direct presence with God, but that's i mean, that's why heaven is going to be so beautiful. Chilling with God 24/7??? hollla. So i guess till then, we just have to keep fighting and wrestling to soak in as much God as we can here on earth.

Sorry to the people who read this whole post. I SUCK at writing. I would rather just do math problems, draw a graph, or take some pictures, but it's kinda hard to convey all my thoughts through those mediums. So hopefully i get better at this writing business.

-AP | Photography

Friday, July 23, 2010

A Day in the Life of __________.

My Grandpa is a scholar.

That's my Gramps (right) and that's Go.

All he does is read, play GO, and water our grass/plants(even though we have automatic sprinklers). And when i was little, I would always go to my grandparents place and there wasn't much to do. So sometimes i would wander into my grandpa's office and meander through his shelves and cabinets full of books. A third of his books were in korean, and another 1/3 was old encyclopedia-looking books about history or other boring and useless stuff, like woman's rights. But a good amount of books were giant oversized picture/photojournalism type of books that had giant pictures and little captions/comments on each page. I spent alot of time flipping through these kinds of books and my favorite ones were the books filled with pictures of people.

I started taking pictures in my senior year of highschool, but i guess i was always really intrigued and interested in photographs. Especially people photography.
I wish Snsd let me be their official photographer. i call taeyeon.

Nature, architecture, and landscapes are kind of cool to look at too, but after looking at like 15-20 pictures of non-human pictures, it starts to get a little boring. I guess that's why I mostly take pictures of people, because people photography is always so dynamic and really captures the different emotions and special moments that no inanimate object can replicate.
See, if i took a picture of some random tree or a building, it wouldn't make you as happy as seeing these boys steal panda express receipts from the trash to get a free entree.

This picture is kinda cool i guess. But.....

isn't it so much more fun/better/interesting with people in the picture?

with people, every picture kinda turns into a story. A picture IS worth a thousand words. or maybe just a couple hundred.

Anyways one of my favorite picture books at my grandpa's house was this book called, "A Day in the life of The Soviet Union". This book is like a 200 page collection of hundreds of pictures taken in Russia/The Soviet Union on a certain day. The editor of this book, Rick Smolan, invited 100 professional photographers and gave out like 100 cameras to children in Russia, and basically sent these photographers all over the country. After receiving the thousands of pictures, he picks and chooses what he likes the best. And the result is a pretty awesome exhibition of Russia documented from before sunrise until the wee hours of the morning. It's pretty tight.

So i was at work today, and I randomly thought about that book and realized that there was a whole series of these books. And i decided to go on amazon to see how much these books would cost. I know the original price was like 50 dollars per book, but i found a bunch of good quality used ones for like $1-$5!! So i bought like 12 of them. hAhahahha but shipping was still expensive so basically i droped like 100 dollars on these stupid books. Anyways, if you photographers ever need inspiration or just wanna see pictures, come over anytime and we can drink tea and eat cheetos and read books or something.
Or we can eat endless meat fest and fill our arteries with samgyubsal fat.

Andrew Park

Monday, June 7, 2010

Beginning of the End. or End of the Beginning?

Yo seniors.

So this is kinda what i wanted to say at Bonfire as a final farewell. But i didnt really get a chance to, so here it is.

I know KCM has played a huge role in your lives, and I know everyone says that college is possibly the best 4 years of your life.
but let me be the one to tell you DON't let KCM/College Life/UCSD be the highlight of your lives. Move on forward to bigger and better things. Meet new people, nurture and expand your professional network, get plugged in to church, spend more time with family, make your own family(hahaha, eventually you will), go accomplish things you wanted to do when you were a little kid. Don't let other people and, more importantly, yourself put a cap on your limits and goals. Dream BIG DREAMS! Be great, but remember to be great for God. I know this all sounds really cliche, but i really believe in this. I don't think God meant for college to be the pinnacle of our lives.

You know in the song, "God of this city - Chris tomlin", it goes, "For greater things have yet to come, and greater things have are still to be done in this city". I believe that God has greater things for you guys as well. So open your eyes for opportunities and stretch yourselves farther than your comfort zones.

Finally, just a quick reminder. In everything you do, give it your all! You know the parable of the servants and the 10/5/1 talents the master distributed? (If you dont heres a link to the parable) God gave you all "talents". Go and use what God gave you, and use your gifts to its full potential. Don't just stick all abilities in the ground and waste your lives. "Whatever your hand finds to do, do it with your might" (ecc. 9:10). John piper's dad reaffirms this point with one of his 15 life lessons, "7. It is a sin to do less than your best. It is wrong to do [merely] well. Word.



Remember us if you ever become famous like mr dukes.

Anyways, Peace out seniors.

Saturday, March 27, 2010


I EFFED up my ankle last night.

I was playing ball at biola university, and i basically landed on my ankle after shooting a jump shot.

All i heard was "krrrrrch" (thats supposed to be a crunching sound. kinda like a mix between cracking knuckles and chewing on celery). And then after mumbling some unforgivable things and rolling around the floor in pain, i decided to head home.

When i got home, my foot looked like this:


Yes, that is a hardboiled egg inside my ankle.

So i went online and first googled, "ankle sprain vs broken ankle" (i google EVERYTHING)
i read online, that if your ankle breaks and you don't get it treated asap, the bone can start to heal in the wrong places, and the doctor has to rebreak your ankle and set it correctly. sick. i dont know who has it worse, the doctor who has to rebreak the ankle or the patient who has to endure that.

anyways, after being convinced that my ankle wasnt broken, i googled "ankle sprain treatment"
Every site basically had the same advice, which was "RICE":

However on one site, someone had a testimony on the wondrous effects of acupuncture.

I sprained my ankle really bad before, and acupuncture seemed to expedite the healing process, i decided to get acupuncture. My dad's shopping center also has an acupuncturist's office so i just decided to give that place a shot.

When i arrived there, i found out that the doctors were all professors at the acupuncture college in LA and anaheim. So after getting poked with the needles, i asked the doctor, "How does acupuncture work?"

He responded in broken english that the human body has energy flowing in "energy channels/lines" up and down the body. He responded that different parts of the body were connected, while other parts of the body are not on the same line of the body. He said that the goal of acupuncture is to channel the areas of good energy (the undamaged parts of the body) to go to the damaged part of the body. This explains why the doctor stuck needles in other parts of my body than the sprained ankle.

i dont know if i completely believe what he had to say, but i mean people have been doing this for 4000+ years, and my ankle does seem to be getting exponentially better, from a 15 minute session of needle therapy. So i guess i'm a believer. Thank you acupuncture. and thank you God for the healing.

yay for handicappededness

ps. i was walking around crutches at a niko niko near my house, and these 3 girls came up to me and asked if they could pray for my foot. I found out that one of them goes to UCSD and is involved with the origins club on campus. God is cool.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Barnes and Noble

Just got back from camping trip.
I am tired.
Twas a fun trip.

Anyways, my brother is REALLY into rubicks cubes. Yes. Plural. Cubes. He has like 8. He has like 3 traditional 3x3 cubes. Two 5x5 cubes, a rubicks cube keychain, a 2x2 cube, a rubicks pyramid, and some other wierdly shaped movable blocks.

But he still wasn't able to find a legit 4x4 cube, so i took him down to the Orange barnes and noble, which was was the closest place that had the cube in stock. We bought it, and within 1 hour of playing with it, he decided to break open the cube to lubricate the revolving mechanism and ended up snapping off a piece of the cube.

So i had to go and exchange the cube for him, so i went back to barnes and noble to get another one. I figured i was already at barnes and noble, so i just decided to kill a couple hours there. I skimmed through a couple magazines and headed to the book shelves in the main area of the store. I passed through the "Business" section of the store and was pretty shocked to find that more than half of the Business section was about twitter/facebook/myspace/google/blogs/etc. The internet is really changing the world. Our generation basically had the internet readily available since we were in jr high.

But, in a way the internet is a fairly new invention, and its still evolving and enhancing constantly. The way businesses are going to be run in the future is going to rely heavily on the internet, especially social networking sites. The world is changing, and unless we evolve, we die.

I also thought about facebook and aim. I always associated these things with teenagers or young young adults. Do you think people will still regularly be on aim in their thirties/forties? It's weird. Our parents think that aim and facebook are time-wasters and childish. But when we become parents, will our perception of these social networking tools change, or will we still be writing on each others walls when we're 50? dang imagine when people are like fifty, and they have like 30,000 tagged pictures. Hopefully andrewparkphotography will be still be alive and kicking then.


Sunday, March 7, 2010

It's Not Your Fault


Good Will Hunting is forsure in the top 5 movies of all time.

After watching this movie, i want to go read the encyclopedia, visit boston, go to a bar, and do math problems on a chalkboard.

I don't know why this movie appeals to me so much. A genius hoodlum from southie, mixed with robin williams and severe anger/authority issue just do it for me i guess.

If you haven't seen it either:
a) borrow it from blockbuster for $1.99
b) download it
c) come to my house and watch it.

Sean: Thought about what you said to me the other day, about my painting. Stayed up half the night thinking about it. Something occurred to me... fell into a deep peaceful sleep, and haven't thought about you since. Do you know what occurred to me?

Will: No.

Sean: You're just a kid, you don't have the faintest idea what you're talkin' about.

Will: Why thank you.

Sean: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.

Will: Nope.

Sean: So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself. And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you... I don't see an intelligent, confident man... I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart. You're an orphan right?

[Will nods]

Sean: You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are, because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally... I don't give a shit about all that, because you know what, I can't learn anything from you, I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.