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The Power of 정

Place: Dining table                      Place of blog: My sister’s home, J.Zhou Oriental Cuisine, DooRe and my home

Time: 12:26 PM

Mood/Action: Nostalgic/eating a sweet potato

I’m going to miss him.

It’s one of those things – those moments where you just feel a sudden connection/attachment to someone. I guess it’s also since we both have a lot of (which is like feeling/emotion/love/affection/compassion/sentiment/passion/sympathy/heart …yes I took that from the dictionary.)

His dad and my dad have been friends to the point of calling each other “brother” for about 10 years and counting. I remember meeting my dad’s friend years ago and this time him and his family came to America to visit because his first son was going to attend the rest of his high school years in America.

When we first all met at my sister’s home, it was a bit awkward. Him and his younger brother could speak fairly good English while the parents could not. I could tell that they found Alexis adorable because she was so excited. And you can definitely tell who are good people because it’s not to everyone that she is that friendly or gets that happy and excited, bouncing up and down. (especially since she’s usually only sort of open to Koreans, but these people are not Korean.)

We all decided to meet for dinner that day (excluding my sis and Mike due to schedule conflict). We all ate in J.Zhou Oriental Cuisine in a private room where each dish was presented and then served to us. The food was all excellent including: Abalone, King Crab, some sort of bone marrow looking thing that was delish, and so many more dishes that I do not know the names of. I sat next to the younger brother and we chatted a bit and stuff.

He’s so adorable! The way he was calling me jiejie and serving me some food and tea. So much energy!

I asked them what their dreams are and they told me.

It’s amazing how he has his dream and is striving toward it already…

And he really is because we met about a week later (yesterday) and talked again. So he was homesick and wanted to meet my dad, his “American dad” (how cute) and they spent the day together. After church, I went with my mother to have dinner with him and my dad. We ate at DooRe Restaurant (Korean food) and it was really good as well.

What an amazing appetite he has. How is he still so skinny/fit? Glad that he’s enjoying the food so well though.

We relayed questions and answers off of each other and it was just really nice. It really felt like he is my brother.

There’s some unspoken as well as spoken thing that those two boys are my younger brothers. His family and my family both say it.

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My daddy and didi walking together all chummy. Had to catch a pic of them~ so candid

After dinner, he came back to our place to have some fruit and I excitedly showed him my yearbook elementary pictures. I don’t know why I was so excited, but somehow I just wanted to show him, my brother. Then, my mom excitedly showed him videos on YouTube of me singing the national anthem and performing in Zipper Hall. He was surprised and said that I must have been the “Ace” of my high school and even now at college. (because he also knows my SAT score and stuff…) I just laughed and said that that isn’t true. There aren’t those kind of titles here in America unlike Korea or China.

Not gonna lie, that made me happy that he thinks that because he kept saying it, saying that I was being too modest.

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Dad wanted to take a pic of us looking at the yearbooks. Look at us all shy like haha

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Me showing him my elementary yearbook photos

When it was time to go drop him back at his home-stay place, I tagged along and we all chatted again and stuff. Then, we happened to see the crowd-filled Angel Stadium and it was quite the sight to see!

When we were saying goodbye once we got to his home, it was a bit sad. In the car he kept asking questions about whether I was coming back to California after Italy or if I would be going straight to Boston. He was happy to find out that I’d be here for Christmas and I was actually very happy too. I still am excited to think that he will be spending Christmas with us.

Just like family, the way it should be.

The three of us (yes my dad was still there too) hugged multiple times after he showed me his room and said goodbye. And it was just a bit sad, but it really isn’t goodbye. (as cliche as this sounds). It’s until next time. It’s just 4 months after all (as he told me). So until then, can’t wait to see how he grows in America and how I grow as well in Italy~

Alla Prossima~ Ci sentiamo e mi ha fatto piacere vederti.

Seeing the Angel Stadium filled on our way to dropping him off.

Seeing the Angel Stadium filled on our way to dropping him off.

Snoh

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Forgetful and Busy, but I Care… (Social Cleanse?)

It’s just great to keep in touch with people that you care about. Obviously, even if there are others that you care about, sometimes it’s hard if it’s always you that’s hitting them up. So sometimes you just sort of stop that life of always being the one that initiates and wait to see who comes to you first. That’s how you know then..because they can either

1. sense that something’s wrong

2. miss you (me)

It’s got to be effort on both parts after all. And like they say, sometimes it’s not worth keeping/holding those that don’t put in at least some effort to stay in touch with you as well.

I went through a “social cleanse” around 2 months ago where I just deactivated Facebook and just kind of shut out from being the one always initiating to see who really cared after all, because just like everybody else out there, I was feeling and thinking “Am I the only one that cares?”

But then again, there are always also those friendships where you don’t even have to think those thoughts, because no matter how long it has been, once you hang out – it’s just epic.

I know in my heart who are important to me and it’s not a small list obviously. I just hope that they also realize that they are all equally important to me as well and that I love them all whether or not I see them a lot, talk to them a lot, take pictures together, or give gifts, etc. Because I will randomly do acts of kindness just when I feel like it. I will forget some facts about people because

1. I’m forgetful

2. I’m scatter brained

3. It’s hard to remember everything about everyone…

But I try. And I really do love them all, so I hope that it’s not misunderstood whether or not I like one above the other or what not.

See this is how scattered I am. I don’t even know why I started talking about that or how it even came up. But anyways…Time to go to the gym.

A dopo~ Arrivederci! Here are some pics that I have yet to upload. Obviously, there are a lot others with other friends and pics that I haven’t taken even while hanging out, but I hope to post some so that I remember these moments.

Boiling crab with these squeezes that are like sisters to me.

Boiling crab with these squeezes that are like sisters to me.

Met up with these two lovelies after about a year!

Met up with these two lovelies after about a year!

Just doing a "funny" face

Just doing a “funny” face

Eyyy Connie

Eyyy Connie

Eyyy Tammyy

Eyyy Tammyy

Hung out with Anh today as well and will be hitting up Christie, Caitlin, Sarah Stewart, and Patricia~

 

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Taking Pictures with Sunshine

First time I'm posing like this and actually putting it in public LOLOL I look like a teacher...

First time I’m posing like this and actually putting it in public LOLOL I look like a teacher…

Goofing around with Alexis because she likes to take pictures (like she really does haha)  This is how she says "sh", she squishes her nose~ how cute!

Goofing around with Alexis because she likes to take pictures (like she really does haha)
This is how she says “sh”, she squishes her nose~ how cute!

And she continues to say shh

And she continues to say shh

Blahhh

Blahhh

Meeheehee

Meeheehee

Errrrr

Errrrr

Monggg~ (means blanking out basically)

Monggg~ (means blanking out basically)

And we finish with this~ :)

And we finish with this~ 🙂

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A Woman’s Worth & the Superwoman

Alicia Keys will forever remain one of my top artists and forever the number one American Soul Artist in my heart. I have grown up listening to and singing her music.

It’s my mother’s birthday in 15 minutes here and once again two songs of Alicia Keys rings in my soul. They happen to be my favorites that I constantly sing as well.

A Woman’s Worth

Superwoman

These lyrics are so powerful, so true…

Happy Birthday to my mother! 🙂 I will be making a watermelon cake for her and we will all be celebrating her birthday later hopefully this weekend~

Snoh

A Woman’s Worth:

“She walks the mile makes you smile all the while being true. Don’t take for granted the passions that she has for you”

Note: I know that this piece is mainly for a woman to her man…but whatevsss

Awesome lyrics:

“Wanna please wanna keep wanna treat your woman right
Not just dough but to show that you know she is worth your time
You will lose if you chose to refuse to put her first
She will and she can find a man who knows her worth

Mmm
Cause a real man, knows a real woman when he sees her
And a real woman knows a real man ain’t afraid to please her
And a real woman knows a real man always comes first
And a real man just can’t deny a womans worth ”

Superwoman: 

“For all the mothers fighting
For better days to come
And all my women, all my women sitting here trying
To come home before the sun
And all my sisters
Coming together
Say yes I will
Yes I can

Cause I am a Superwoman
Yes I am
Yes she is
Even when I’m a mess
I still put on a vest
With an S on my chest
Oh yes
I’m a Superwoman”

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The Importance of Imagination

Place: Dining Table eating Kimbab

Time: 5:00 PM

Mood: Pensive

I never thought the day would come … the day that I realize that suddenly I am not as imaginative as I was before.

I was playing with my niece and nephew as usual (more like my nephew was chilling actually). As we were playing in her “play pen” and as she took out her animal toys one by one while repeating what they were to me with her …. wonderful pronunciation, I suddenly remembered the days that I used to play with the simplest things as erasers with faces drawn on them to legos, little plastic teddy bears that I so originally called Beary, to boxes that I decorated and cut out to form houses since I did not have a doll house. I would spend hours playing with them by giving them a history, a character, a voice … these hours included alone in my home on the shelves in my closet to the inside of my school desk with my friends.

I remember when I could easily give voices to anything alive or not and amuse my friends with my impersonations (which I still sometimes do).

I remember that I could be amused even by giving my hands a voice while I took a bath as I did not have a rubber ducky.

I used to crawl around on all fours and pretend to be a cat or a dog or even one time Smeagol from the Lord of the Rings.

Adding on to crawling around, I would pretend that I was Snohtail (a name I gave myself as I pretended to be a cat from the Warriors) and I would crawl around with my stuffed animals and another friend of mine as we pretended that different sections of our neighborhood were different territories for various cat clans. Adding on to that, I could tell stories to myself of the bravery of various warriors and such as I took walks around alone in my own thoughts.

I remember all this and then feel sad that I cannot do it anymore or at least to the same level to where I am amused…

But I want my niece and nephew to have that kind of imagination and to really enjoy their childhood. And so, I gave it a shot. I began to give random animals a different voice: one with a British accent, one with an Irish one, one  with a high voice, and one with a low one. I plopped them around the toy boat and she began giggling and laughing with that beautiful smile of hers.

I took the two bagels and put them to my eyes and looked through each bagel hole (eye holes) and then held them to her face to show her what she could do with them. She looked through them too like they were glasses and began laughing once again. I put them to my face again and then to my nephew’s and she giggled saying his name “Caleb! Caleb!”

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And then she took the manatee and began to do what I had done just a few moments before: have it “swim” around while singing a theme song in the background and then plop it into the boat…

I just suddenly had this thought of not wanting my niece to become brainwashed by the technology these days. I didn’t want her to solely rely on the television and iPad games for entertainment. I want her to continue to read and to play with the countless amount of toys that she is blessed with.

This is why no matter how fussy she is, I make sure to not resort to giving her the iPad or turning on the television.

Imagination is something that is so important that keeps something alive in us. It keeps us young…it is our inner child, our inner creativity crying to come out and show something to the world…to us. It keeps our minds working and keeps a part of us happy.

Without imagination, we become almost…mechanical like robots … we lose our individuality, our creativity …

I pray that I will continue to be able to keep my imagination alive even if it is not as strong as before.

I pray that my niece and nephew and the future generations will be able to not succumb to technology, but be able to enjoy the traditional toys and such as well and that they will be able to communicate and still play with one another not through the means of games or electronics, but through things such as the playground, dolls, books, and more…

Snoh

Proverbs 4:23 – “Watch over your heart with all diligence, For from it flow the springs of life.”

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Celeb Sighting & Thoughts

Place: Dining Table as usual (for the post – LAX and Home)

Time: 4:30 PM

Mood: Pensive

Just as the title suggests, I saw a celebrity about 3 weeks ago. Just forgot to post about it until now…

Basically, my mom and I were at LAX to pick up my dad when he arrived and as we were leaving the airport, we saw a mob of paparazzi and reporters come out and I got all excited and bounced forward while whipping my phone out to record the scene. To me, seeing all of these people wielding these giant camcorders and cameras was more exciting than whoever they were trying to get shots of and interview. I saw who this person grabbing all of the attention was, but honestly could not tell who that was -_-

She went into this big black van after posing a bit and the reporters desperately tried to talk to her still and my mom kept asking me “Who is it? Who is it?” while at the same time encouraging me to go and try to get a photo with her. I just responded “Meh, forget it. Let’s go to daddy. He’s our celebrity.” And so we bounced off to him.

I later asked my friend who it was (sent her a photo) and it turns out it was… Paris Hilton. How sad that I couldn’t tell who she was. That’s how not into the whole American celebrity gossip and such I am and yet at the same time it means I don’t read the news enough either. She sent me Paris’s instagram photo that she had posted and indeed it was her because it was the same outfit. It’s funnier because she was apparently on the same flight as my dad because she was just coming back from Korea.

My friend joked that I should have asked her for a hotel (because my dream is to own a hotel if not a chain of hotels etcetc).

This made me start thinking at how interesting the world definitely is. How we swarm around those who are supposedly famous and give our attention, time, and potentially even devotion to them. There are some who go so far as to feel that those celebs are their friends and that they send gifts, letters, etc. However, we should really be treating those who are actually close to us as the celebrities of our lives. By this, I mean our parents…our family in general…our friends….those we consider basically family even if not blood-related.

And so, here is a video also of one of the celebrities of my life’s entrance to America.

Also, this girl is a star too:

She says “Aunt Sarah” at the end and points to me 🙂 Everytime I come to see her she jumps up and down shouting “Aunt Sarah” while smiling and laughing and comes running to me giving me a hug and a kiss~ Whenever, I’m not there, apparently she wants to see me and always says “Aunt Sarah, Aunt Sarah” whenever she sees my photo etc. I feel like a celebrity to this angel. Isn’t that more important?

-Snoh

Exodus 20:3-4 – “You shall have no other gods before me. You shall not make for yourself an idol in the form of anything in heaven above or on the earth beneath or in the waters below”

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Missed Memories & Regrets Redemption

Place: Dining Table

Time: 10:20 AM

Mood: Mixed emotions of sadness, joy, gratitude, pain, regret …

These both didn’t happen on the same day, but it’s nice to keep record of it…

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We have been spending time together lately mainly at home – usually doing our own things. However, we decided to go out to do some chores and Dad suggested we grab lunch together.

Usually whenever a blood, main family member suggests going out to eat or watch a movie, my main instinct/reaction/thought is that we shouldn’t because it’s a waste of money (when we can make healthier and potentially yummier things at home). However, I then realized, that that is how I have been thinking and living all this time and therefore missed out on chances of spending quality time with family and making memories…especially with dad who I see only a few times in the year.

I still wanted to just get something cheap and healthy-ish and was like “Let’s just get Subway.” But then, it seemed that dad wanted to treat me to something better and that he wanted us to go out to get something new…I felt sad suddenly. Some pain deep within stirred again.

I remember that over the past year, I suddenly began to get these almost resentful thoughts towards him because it felt that he hadn’t been there for most of my life…it really hit when I became 20 this past May…

It isn’t even like he’s been a bad father or anything either, but I just remember that as a kid I would see other children with their dads or that there would be Parents Day or Back-to-School Night, and my mom would come…alone….

I hated that. Hated having to see her alone and even now she’s basically like alone.

And then I remember all the good things that he has done and still does. He really is the best dad in the world with his flaws and all…same with mama Noh. But I digress…

So we decided to have Hawaiian BBQ to try something new and we both shared each other’s dishes and it was just chill and nice.

Even now, we eat together and laugh (definitely eat bread with olive oil and balsamic vinegar) We exercise together, make food together, watch variety shows together…not everything is done together all of the time and we are both pretty quiet when together, but it’s still nice.

I was having trouble over the past month(s) here during the summer when I began to get depressed and alone and after he came back, I felt so much happier, lighter … I don’t know how to explain or describe it.

Lately, it seems like family is getting better as well as it seems that he his opening up more to both me and mom. I felt truly like a family once again after a long time recently.

It’s so hard to type down all that I am thinking and it wasn’t even my plan to start talking about this, but I guess it naturally happened…

On that note…going to eat bread with my dad now…

-Snoh