papa c: sweep sweep.

And so continues my papa c and mama c series. Papa c is my crazy dad, and mama c is my crazy mom. My parental units are first generation immigrants. They are annoying but wonderfully cute and endearing. They are hard working but quirky. I love them with all my heart.

This is going to be a weekly, ongoing series on my blog about the random and lovable and personal anecdotes from the lives of my parental units. This is not to make fun of them but to actually record my fond memories of them. Hope you grow to love them, too.

As much as I don’t want to move back in with the parental units, it looks like I will be doing so in the near future. Last July, I was fortunate to move out to a really charming area of Los Angeles — my sister and I were just able to pay the exhorbitant rent on our home on our really cute street. We thought we’d be moving in amongst the hipsters since my area is gentrifying…but it seems like we live on the only street in our entire neighborhood that has solely grandmas and grandpas. It’s quite all right; they watch our house for us when we’re gone :) I vowed never to move back in with my parents but my sister’s allergies to Mr. Bates are just too brutal. Super sad to end this era/chapter of my life but super excited for what’s to come.

Something that I will kind of look forward to when moving back is waking up to my dad’s sweep sweep~ sweep sweep~ sounds in our driveway. Papa c is meticulous and super anal about keeping the exterior, driveway, and front yard of our building clean. Every morning while I was living with my parents, I woke up to the sounds of him sweeping. My friend N saw him doing this when I quickly dropped by for a visit a few weeks back. She cracks up every time she thinks of my dad because she saw the literal, spitting image of what I’ve described to her in words. It’s a weird quirk that I’m quite fond of.

Papa c loves to keep our apartment clean — there is no doubt about that. He is the epitome of a great manager, and he’s set the standard high for any rentals I may view in the future. He may be a hovering, nosy hawk with his tenants…but at least I know he cares.

regular programming.

Hi blogosphere, I’m back.

Sorry for the tiny hiatus. We’ll be back to regular programming with the “papa c/mama c” series and the “breaking down walls” series tomorrow and Friday — I didn’t write them on their usual days last Friday and Monday, oops. I had a lot of events these past few days, which included:

- Saturday: our last LoFe Community Group – we had a celebration BBQ for the last 4 years of wonderfulness
- Sunday: got commissioned at all of my church services for my upcoming short term missions trip
- Monday: attended the Top 20 reveal show taping (and 200th episode!) of So You Think You Can Dance
- Tuesday: took a day trip down to San Diego

Super amazing events in very different ways. I am so excited for things to come for all the members of my CG. I am so excited for missions and to travel Europe in a different light. I am so excited for this season of SYTYCD (which airs tonight, btw). I was so excited to see old faces in SD yesterday. All of these were huuuuuuge blessings.

I know I am blessed in many ways. A lot of prayers are being answered in the midst of chaos, and for that I am extremely grateful. For one, my insomnia is finally letting up…I think. I still get up at 5:30am but that’s because Mr. Bates wakes me up so he can go pee. But by that time, I’ve gotten a full 7 or 8 hours of sleep, which is wonderful. I even went back to sleep and woke up at past 8am the other day — CRAZY! For another, I’ve started to crate-train Mr. Bates so I can have a life without doggie again. I’m sure, as a rescue, his separation anxiety will never go away, but at least I can start going back to bikram yoga and/or the Korean sauna again. And see friends at dog-unfriendly restaurants ;)

On another more random note, my bathtub is clogged and it is super annoying.

I’ll be back tomorrow with regular programming. Enjoy this amazingly beautiful SoCal day (for those of you who live here)!

bulletpoints friday.

- My neck froze up in the shower yesterday morning, and now I’m out of commission. I can’t move left/right, lift my head, lay down, or drive without extreme pain/discomfort. I’ve always had neck problems, but this immobilization only happens 1-2x a year. I dread these moments, and yet, I know that this forced rest is good for me. I’ve been on the go, and my NYC trip tired me out. I know that days like today, when I can do seven million loads of laundry, a ginormous pile of dishes, and surf the web with puppy c in my lap…these are the days that I am most grateful for.

- Speaking of puppy c, he’s been having so many accidents lately. I’ve been toting him back and forth between the parents’ home and mine, and I think it’s confusing him. Poor guy. He’s snoring at the moment.

- I leave for my first short term missions trip in a few weeks. What am I doing to prepare? I’m resting.

- I still need recommendations for Ireland, by the way. How come everyone and their mom has been to Scotland but not Ireland?

- Taking a day trip to San Diego next week. Really excited to see old faces, take in some ocean air, and you guessed it: rest.

nyc bites: anarchy in a jar.

Because I’m traveling so much this year, I wanted to start a sporadic travel series on my blog. This series will have 3 categories: bites, sights, and highlights. Enjoy!

I found Anarchy in a Jar at Smorgasburg last weekend. Wow. Super cute packaging with jams that have a punch. Their slogan is “the revolution starts in your mouth” — how catchy and wonderful! I sampled a bunch of different jams there, but I had to go with the Grapefruit and Smoked Salt Marmalade. My sister and I made jams as Christmas gifts last year (fruit + basil jams = AMAZING?!), but smoked salt in jam is just genius.

Check them out. They’re businesswomen with a lot of taste.

Anarchy in a Jar
Smorgasburg (Brooklyn)
Every Saturday on the Williamsburg waterfront between North 6th and North 7th St., at the East River
11am – 6pm

mama c: no costa rica.

And so continues my papa c and mama c series. Papa c is my crazy dad, and mama c is my crazy mom. My parental units are first generation immigrants. They are annoying but wonderfully cute and endearing. They are hard working but quirky. I love them with all my heart.

This is going to be a weekly, ongoing series on my blog about the random and lovable and personal anecdotes from the lives of my parental units. This is not to make fun of them but to actually record my fond memories of them. Hope you grow to love them, too.

Back in March, I was really ridiculously blessed and privileged to travel to Costa Rica on a 9-day trip. It was such an amazing trip and country and people that I’m planning to go again next year to hopefully volunteer on a coffee plantation. When I told my mother of such plans, she 1) flipped out (per usual), and 2) sent me the following text:

No costa rica do yoga teacher

What?! You’d rather have me become a yoga instructor instead?? What kind of Korean mother says that?

Apparently mine does.

(By the way, I taught mama c how to text with the T9 feature. Blessing and a curse. She’s so hip now.)

breaking down walls: my friend L.

And so continues the Breaking Down Walls series. I’m really passionate about changing perspectives and making people stop and think. I truly despise the walls that we, as a society, build up around and against each other; stereotypes and prejudice are hurtful and should be eradicated in my humble opinion. A true but sad fact of life is that we’ve learned, from a very early age, to build up such walls. I hope I can penetrate some of these walls by bringing light to such situations. I hope this series will help me to process why these walls exist and open up your mind as you follow my blog posts.

As of late, I’ve been fortunate to have time to meet friends at coffee shops. Coffee shop dates are my absolute favorite. Recently, I met up with my friend L at Peet’s. L is a strong and beautiful Asian American woman who’s currently seeking another career — hopefully one that is more creative rather than corporate. L and I don’t know each other very well. We were in different circles at church, and we’re also 15 years apart in age. L and I knew of each other though because we started attending our church around the same time. I am so happy to say that I have been blessed with the opportunity to serve with L on our church’s welcoming team this year. Only through the past month have I discovered what a truly remarkable woman L is.

Because of my story that I shared back at the beginning of May, L decided to open up and be vulnerable and courageous in telling her story to me. On the outside, L is gorgeous, has an amazingly fit body, dresses well, had a very good looking boyfriend…pretty much the perfect package. But we all know that that’s never the case, right? Perfection is never attainable. And who decides what “perfect” really is? On the inside, L was tore up. She courageously shared with me that she battled with bulimia for 10 years. Wow.

All this time, I thought L had it together. I mean, she looks so put together! And though I didn’t know her, I judged her. I judged her because she had a boyfriend that was way younger than her. It surprised me to know that it was through this younger man that she came to really face her bulimia head on…and through him and through His grace, she has been healing for the past two years. Her story and many of my girlfriends’ struggles with eating disorders shows me that we have to start breaking down these walls of image that our world and culture projects onto us. I hate what the media portrays to young women everywhere — that you MUST have x, y, and z for you to be attractive and lovable. I am so thankful that L broke down the wall between she and I…she is a walking testament that eating disorders can be beat. Thanks so much, L. Love you and continuing to pray for you, dear friend.

nyc highlights: the subway.

Because I’m traveling so much this year, I wanted to start a sporadic travel series on my blog. This series will have 3 categories: bites, sights, and highlights. Enjoy!

Whenever I travel to NYC, I look forward to taking advantage of the city’s legendary subway system. I am a lover of all things public transportation with the exception of shady looking creepers. Just now, I exited the 5 Express train heading uptown. I rode the train at 1pm, but I noticed something strange about this ride. There was a complete lack of conversation; in fact, if there were no loud train track noises, then I believe it would be pin drop silent in there. Everyone was either napping (probably from lunch break food coma), reading, listening to music, or staring into space. I was people watching, as I normally love to do while traveling.

As the train was nearing my exit, I hear a voice of a young boy start saying, “…and fight! You. Fight!” He wasn’t very loud, but his voice seemed to pierce the “silence” of that train. After a man moved out of the way, I saw that I was sitting across from this boy. Turns out that he was probably a 2nd or 3rd grader and he was providing commentary to his Lego Star Wars’ characters as they were having an imaginary battle in his lap. It was absolutely darling. Totally in his own world. He started singing nonsensical lyrics like, “kick your faaaaace, kick your face~~~” to a tune that I was unfamiliar with. It seemed like I was the only one on the train that was having a kick out of this boy’s random antics. I was thoroughly enjoying the performance.

It seemed, however, that everyone else on the train — native New Yorkers I assumed — was clearly annoyed. Nobody had a smile on their face. In any case, I was so thankful for this little boy’s complete lack of self awareness. I wish adults could be more like that! Thanks little Star Wars lovin’ boy. You made my day.

papa c: as puppy’s grandpa.

And so continues my papa c and mama c series. Papa c is my crazy dad, and mama c is my crazy mom. My parental units are first generation immigrants. They are annoying but wonderfully cute and endearing. They are hard working but quirky. I love them with all my heart.

This is going to be a weekly, ongoing series on my blog about the random and lovable and personal anecdotes from the lives of my parental units. This is not to make fun of them but to actually record my fond memories of them. Hope you grow to love them, too.

Last week, I had to drop off puppy c at his grandparents’ — my parents’ — place while I ran some errands. My parents already decided to call themselves “harabuhji” and “halmuhni” (“grandpa” and “grandma” respectively in Korean) when referring to their relationships with Mr. Bates. I think it’s super endearing but also kind of creepy. Hahah, I mean I fully recognize that they’re nearing the age where they’re requesting grandkids from my sister and me. Hell to the no, that is not happening anytime soon.

Puppy c is only 9 months old. In a matter of 3 days, I taught him “sit” in both English and Korean. Yeah, I know — I’m pretty baller like that. He also knows “come here” pretty well when he’s indoors. When I picked him up from my parents’ place, my dad let him off leash and thought puppy c would automatically come to my side. Nope, not the case. Mr. Bates started running WILD around this new neighborhood with new sites to see and new things to pee on. I was chasing him like mad, and even fell and bruised my knee…all because my dad lacks grandparenting skills. Sigh. It freaked my dad out that his precious puppy could’ve ran away. I yelled at my dad for a good 5 minutes. It also freaked me out that I was so motherly to this dog…and I wondered how I would be as a parent to a human child. Ugh, it’s so weird that I can’t even think about it for more than 30 seconds.

Anyway, papa c felt really bad and therefore bought my puppy 10 rolls of doggie poop bags over the weekend. Amazing. At least I save monies in the pooper scooper department :)

5:53am.

Mr. Bates took me on a walk at 5:53am this morning. I’d like to think that life is unfair while he snores away on his designated Korean blankets in the corner right now. But I have so much love for this pup that I can’t blame him for his inadequacies to hold in his pee. I would like to join in on a morning nap, but alas, I know that I’m meant to blog. Otherwise, the moment will pass me by, and I cannot let it pass me by.

The past few days have been a whirlwind of activity, and I can’t seem to catch my breath. At 5:53am today, the Lord was poking at me to process again. He’s asking me to slow down and to really watch my pace as I begin so many new endeavors in my life. It’s all very exciting, but I need to slow down.

Reflecting back on this past year, I can’t help but to be abso-freaking-lutely thankful. 2012 has been a year of incredible growth and incredible pain, not just for me but for many around me. Personally, I’ve started to shed a lot of toxicity in my life, and it is just so painful. I’ve observed relationships start to crumble. Or maybe they’ve been crumbling all along throughout the years. I’ve seen other relationships flourish, blossom, and grow. I’ve become more aware of myself — my failings but especially my strengths. But above all, I know that Someone’s hand is over the intricate, menial, and minute details of my life. As much as this year has been utterly crazy, my heart is full. I’ve experienced true joy and continue to feel it daily. I’ve never been able to say that, and I know that He is good.

Your mercy flows like a river wide,
and healing comes in Your name.
Helpless children are safe in Your arms.
There is none like You.

The path is wide if you let Him make it wide. There are so many open doors, but you have got to be the one to walk through them. Doors will close, but they may swing wide again if you let them swing wide. I was blessed to witness that this past week.

I know that He is good. I just know it.

papa c: dogsitting puppy c.

And so continues my papa c and mama c series. Papa c is my crazy dad, and mama c is my crazy mom. My parental units are first generation immigrants. They are annoying but wonderfully cute and endearing. They are hard working but quirky. I love them with all my heart.

This is going to be a weekly, ongoing series on my blog about the random and lovable and personal anecdotes from the lives of my parental units. This is not to make fun of them but to actually record my fond memories of them. Hope you grow to love them, too.

This morning, my dad called me at 6:22am. This is AMAZING. He never calls me. My sister and I very aware that our dad is rather hands off and our mom is overly hands on in our relationships with them. So to receive a call this morning was quite surprising…but not. I knew that he would be calling about Mr. Bates. And sure enough, he called me to ask if I had walked puppy c yet.

…what? Are you serious? You’re gonna call me and wake me up to ask if you could walk my dog?!?!

Papa c called me to ask about my doggie and not about me?

Psh, figures. I’m not bitter at all.

So in order to maximize dogsitting time, I asked papa c if he could watch puppy c while I did some errands this morning. I came back home 2 hours later, and he was irritated. He said outright, “I am not your babysitter.” And he left in a huff.

Psh. I’m just glad he’s a little more hands on in my relationship with him…indirectly, but still. I knew getting a puppy would be a wise decision!