This House is the ISH!

WHO WOULDN'T WANT TO LIVE IN THIS KIND OF HOUSE!!!!!!!!

It's the ISH

Sometimes

There are many moments in my life where I feel like this:
---I am confused, frustrated, irritated by the various responsibilities that life has handed me.
---I get tired of the incompetency that seem abundant amongst those who have a say in my said responsibilities. So that annoying phone service provider, I despise you and your late charges. To the cable/internet provider- damn you and your insane amount of HD channels, which I totally blame my lack of attention on!!!!



(on a side note- did you ever look up the word provider in a thesaurus? It frightens me that its synoymns are: laborer, income producer, goodman, and even father! How dare the internet, cable and phone companies believe that they are so important, so valuable to be cast into a category full of necessity and priority.)


But then I take a breath and watch a video off of

www.ted.com


it makes me feel better and think that you know what, that annoying operator at the customer service desk has to work just like everyone else, and probably hates her job more then i hate her. So all is right in the world. And now I feel more like this

Um...meet my friend...

There are many times in my life where strange coincidences happen that many could categorize as: ridiculous. This is one of those times.
As I mentioned before, my mother's pastor lives in the same building/floor as my new beau. Well technically they live two doors down from each other. After acquiring this new information, I became quite cautious about entering and leaving the premises. You know checking corners, making a run for it whenever i hear the door open, doing double takes of any Asian in the area...that sort of thing.
Well one night, I had gone over to my guy's place to just have a nice relaxing night of movies and popcorn. For some reason it was a surprisingly hot night and I had suggested to make an ice cream run. While descending in the elevator we were discussing the day's events and deciding on ice cream flavors...since he lives on the ninth floor, it had taken awhile for the doors to open, so when they did, I just automatically walked through, not realizing it was the first floor. When I lifted my eyes, who do you think was staring back at me...no not my mother's pastor, not his wife or his children...but MY PARENTS!

Yes mama and papa Park were on the first floor of the apartment building, staring at me with a confused and yet angry expression...so I did what any offspring would do when they got caught doing what they weren't suppose to....I pretended that I didn't know what was going on. I grabbed my mom around the shoulder and escorted her into the elevator chatting in Korean with my father in tow. All the while my guy is standing in the corner of the elevator, confused and bewildered.
My mother asks ( in Korean) What i was doing here? I just stood dumbfounded with my mouth wide open, hoping that something, anything would come out to give a logical explanation as to WHY i was there....never have I felt where the term something is better then nothing ever hold so true. All i could utter was- WHY WERE YOU GUYS ON THE FIRST FLOOR?!?!?!
My father responded- oh we thought the first floor was the floor to get out. ( silly fobs)
During the time it took to go from the first floor to the ground floor, my mother machine gun questions me in Korean: What are you doing here, is this where you have been hanging out? are you going to be out late? What time are you coming home? who is that guy in the corner? is that your shirt?!?!
While the Korean interrogation was stamping out my will to live, my guy friend taps me on the shoulder and asks, hey what's going on?
I turn to him with my head low, and my soul weakened, and said in English, Ben meet my parents, mom and dad- this is Ben... as quizzical as he once was, he then turned his smiles of curiosity to a surprising OH!
When we departed ways on Ground floor, my mother smiled a sly good bye to Ben and through her tight lipped expression, she looked at me and said- I WILL SEE YOU AT HOME.

I pushed Ben behind a pillar and stood wide eyed and panting- I'm gonna die. I'm gonna die, oh my god I'm gonna die. That is how my parents first met my boyfriend...

You live where!?!?!?!?!??

I had started dating this guy on the down low. Not a lot of people knew about him or that I was staying at his place till the wee hours of the night.

One day, my mother- a god fearing, church attending, do gooding woman took it upon herself to bring her pastor's daughter to our house, so that I would/should entertain the girl with a dinner and movie and then a ride back to her place. (I think my mother just set up a play date for me) The daughter lives with her parents ( my parent's pastor) and her younger sister. I told my mother that I would take good care of the little girl and make sure she has a nice time. (this sounds like a weird first date). While chatting with the young miss, I questioned where she resided to get a better feel on where to drop her off. the conversation went like this:
Me: so where do you live, so i can make sure I know where to drop you off.
Pastor's Daughter: I live in Radnor, at a place called the Radwood Apartments...
Me thinking( what the hell the guy I am seeing lives there): OH really???
Pastor's Daughter: Yeah have you heard of it....
Me: Oh yeah I have, um just out of curosity what floor do you live on?
Pastor's Daughter: on the ninth floor.....
Me thinking (what the hell, he lives on the ninth floor): oh how is the view I am sure its really lovely.. um one more question, i know this might sound weird, what room do you and your paretns, and your sister live in?
Pastor's Daughter: oh 908.....
Me thinking(holy crap! he lives in 902 they ive 2 doors away from each other.): Cool lets go watch that movie.