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.