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! ­čÖé

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 ­čÖé

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

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Wasabi Sophia

Wasabi soybeans. Soybeans covered in wasabi. I am craving some right now.

what they look like

what they look like

It’s one of my mom’s favorite Japanese snacks. I didn’t like them when I was a kid, because I preferred sweets like Twix bars, Twizzlers, and Recess cups. My favorite type of snacks were Mexican candies like Lucas chile, Cachitadas,┬áTamarindos, and De La Rosas. ANYWAY, I didn’t like wasabi soybeans because┬áthey looked somewhat healthy and the wasabi always stung my nose. Now, I┬álove them.

my favorite brand

my favorite brand

The soybeans have pea-like flavor and the wasabi powder is mildly sweet with a zingy finish like horseradish. It can bring tears to some people who cannot handle spicy food (weak, just kidding). I’ve never personally made them, but by dissecting the ingredients in my mouth, I’m sure this is the recipe: the soybeans are roasted, then coated with wasabi powder mixed with sugar, salt, or oil. Pretty simple!

I never liked them as a kid, but my little sister is very good at handling the heat. I guess she does have better genes than I do like my friends say,┬ásince she’s more cultured and mature than I am. And she’s only 9. I remember hearing her munching and crunching wasabi soybeans like a bunny inside my parents’ bedroom while watching one of her favorite TV shows called “Calliou.” Here’s an episode:

Me: Hey, come here.

Sophia: Why

Me: Give me a hug

Sophia: *hug*

Me: Give me that (pointing to her bag of wasabi soybeans)

Sophia: Ugh, I knew it! I hope your butt gets bigger! (leaves the bag of wasabi soybeans on the floor, then runs away)

What a sassmonster, huh? Well, I’m off to get some wasabi soybeans! YUM!