200 Love Letters

Weeks ago, our Digital Media Production professor, David Silver, from University of San Francisco gave us an assignment to write a tangible love letter to our loved one then upload it on Flickr so the person receiving it would have it in his or her hands but also have it online. Professor Silver thought about this assignment out of the blue when his good colleague, Professor Andrew Goodwin, suddenly passed away from a fire in his Berkeley apartment.

When my grandfather passed away years ago, I wasn’t able to tell him I loved him. I wasn’t allowed to go inside the hospital because I wasn’t 18 years old. It was the day before his birthday and I wrote him a birthday card. He didn’t receive it. And to this day, my heart hurts knowing that.

Also, my uncle passed away right before my high school graduation. I was going through puberty, so I wasn’t the nicest girl at the time. When I asked my mother why uncle didn’t come to my graduation, she told me he went to Korea to see his family. I was angered by this and resented him very much. All my family members kept his death a secret for me to protect me from getting hurt. Once I found out my uncle passed away after my finals, finishing up 1st semester of senior year at USF, I hated myself for being so immature and unloving.

You never know when your loved ones are going to die. You never know when you will die. Thus, they should be reminded frequently that you love them.

Unfortunately, I didn’t do so well on this love letter assignment from Professor Silver. I dedicated a Flickr photo set to my boyfriend (I know, I’m THAT girl who wrote a love letter to her boyfriend. Haters gon’ hate!) but I felt weird and awkward so I didn’t put much love and affection towards this assignment. This is my redemption: I wrote 200 love letters for Daniel Kang, my wonderful and magical boyfriend.

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It starts with a little thin strip of paper with sentences filled with love, affection, & memories.

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Then, you fold it into a witto-teeny-tiny star.

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These are the ones I used. I purchased them at Japantown.

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They have directions in the back!

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One lonely star inside the glass jar.

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50 love stars.

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100 love stars.

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150 love stars.

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200 love stars! Finito!

According to my Korean friends and family, a jar of mini origami stars is a special gift to show commitment and dedication. Also, the person receiving the gift can make a wish & it’ll come true (supposedly).

Dan’s response… *drum roll* “Does this mean I have to unfold every single one of those…”

He likes it! 🙂

This Thanksgiving weekend, Dan met my family. Of course, I cannot end this post without Dan’s interactions with my infamous siblings:

Dan: Can we kiss?

Sophia: You can kiss her on the cheek! If you kiss her on the lips, you have to marry her!

Bryan: Ew! Don’t kiss in front of us!

Me: Is Dan a good boyfriend?

Sophia: Yes.

Me: How do you know?

Sophia: He’s a good boyfriend because when your apartment was on fire, he was the first one to run to you.

Dan & Bryan looking at my baby pictures-

Bryan: When Jennifer nuna was a baby, she looked just like me huh? *smirk*

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Oh! Before I forget, I updated my Flickr set (DISCLAIMER: YOU MIGHT GET GOOSEBUMPS… YOU MIGHT PUKE). Enjoy 🙂

& don’t ever be afraid to show someone you love & care for them.

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Sleep is the Cousin of Death

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Nas said “sleep is the cousin of death.”That quote motivates me to run each day instead of the day running me. What is sleep, anyway? Midterms are finally done, but papers and exams are pouring like an endless stream of waterfall. Ohhhh….. FINALS. This semester, the finals are going to be my final finals. Get it? heheh…

There are people, other than Nas, who motivates me to endure and prevail my last stretch. Finals mean it’s close to holiday season, holiday season means vacation, and vacation means I get to visit home and reunite with my munchkins.

vicious cycle

vicious cycle

Last winter break, I went home on December 23rd, which is right before Christmas Eve. My flight to LAX from SFO got extremely delayed thus I arrived home very late at night and my siblings were asleep. I was so exhausted from finishing up my papers, taking tests, working, packing, and traveling that I completely crashed and went into a deep 16-hour slumber. You can say that I fell into a mini-coma.

Mi familia last Christmas

Mi familia last Christmas

I woke up to my siblings whispering questions to each other few feet away from me in my room around 2PM:

Bryan: When did mom pick her up from the airport?

Sophia: Maybe yesterday or this morning?

Bryan: Oh yeah! Do you hear her snoring?

Sophia: She doesn’t snore, remember?

Bryan: Breathing? Go check.

Sophia: Ah! Don’t push me!! I’m scared!

Bryan: Ah! Is she dead?!

Sophia: Dead?! She died?!

Me: Who’s dead? *yawn*

Sophia & Bryan: Ahhhhhh!!

Meet the munchkins: Bryan & Sophia

My munchkins