Over-thinker. Easily distracted by shiny things. Oooh. Shiny.
Thanks everyone for putting up with my Motte spam today! I probably have a few more video snippets and maybe a couple of pics I’ll upload later but honestly I was mostly enjoying the show, y’know?
Right now I’m going to eat my late-night snack and fall asleep to hotel tv. Tomorrow I fly back home – back to real life where there is no GD and thousands of happy VIPs. *cries*
I’m super glad I went to the concert – no regrets! Best birthday I’ve had in years! ^_^
After working a crazy schedule for the past couple of weeks, I have tomorrow off and no plans which is amazing and beautiful and now I can try to get caught up on everything tumblr and internety (except when I remember I’m not currently watching any of the new dramas and MUST ABORT to avoid spoilers).
Not that anyone really cares (or notices) that I haven’t been around much (queues are magical!), but just wanted to say “hey” to everyone as I marvel that of the new followers I’ve had in the past few weeks, not one of them appears to be a p*rn blog. A couple of spam blogs, sure, but wow. Don’t tell me tumblr has actually done something good for once.
So welcome, new peeps. Not sure why you’re here, but I hope you’ve been enjoying my queue.
I don’t eat ramen very often, but I always seem to have some on hand just because I can’t resist trying whatever is on sale. I’ve taken to having some packs of ramen on hand at work for whenever I’m hungry and didn’t bring a lunch and don’t want to spend money.
Today I made the ramen without thinking about it, just noting I took the last one out of my locker and I’ll have to bring more in later.
Since I’m an expert at making packaged ramen in the microwave and not picky about my flavors, I didn’t bother to read the packaging except noting that any packaging with red in it means spicy. I think my brain assumed it would be like my go-to fave Shin “Gourmet Spicy Picante” which is a spicy but a heat I tolerate and even enjoy.
Which is why I was bewildered as I started to tear up from the skin tingling heat as I ate my lunch. Did I suddenly lose my ability to eat spicy things? Why am I crying? Why is my nose running? Why can I no longer feel my lips?
What I didn’t realize was that I’d carelessly been slurping down the infamous Paldo Teumsae ramen. Now, it’s not the spiciest (would I even survive the Fire Noodle challenge?) but holy heck this is one bowl of spicy noodles.
It took about a half-hour for the lip-tingle and tears to evaporate, and honestly I’ve mostly forgotten about how spicy my lunch was – except when I realize why I have such a strong and inexplicable craving for the cold milk goodness of a bowl of ice cream.
I was driving around my parents today which meant I had control of the music selection, and an Infinite song played and I was like, “oohhhh, this is Hoya’s group!” and they understood what that meant.
I love that my parents don’t understand my Hoya obsession but they support me in it anyway.
tagged by @yahhajima for the moodboard from pics on my phone.
ONE rule: You can’t collect photos and then make it, you have to have them on your phone already.
It is cold and snowing outside but I have a belly full of homemade gumbo and a cup of tea that I managed to drink in its entirety before it got cold. May these last few hours at work remain uneventful so this sensation of contented warmth will linger.
Hour left at work and I’m all caught up and while I could find something to do I don’t want to and instead just want the day to be over so I can go home.
Someone plz entertain me so I can survive this last hour.
At home, still in my pj’s, preparing for a long evening of work, when I realize I’m super hungry. So I instinctively reach for the bag of tortilla chips but then I remember that one post where I felt personally called out by my consumption of plain tortilla chips and calling it a meal.
But. Still in pj’s. Do not want to leave house. Still hungry. Fridge is not helpful.
So guess who’s gonna be getting some pizza delivered to her door.
Mum just checked in for her flight and told me she got a comp upgrade to business class. She’s happy because that means she gets to use the lounge and then a lay-flat seat for the nine hours to England.
And here she was, all annoyed during our final brunch that, when checking in online this morning, that her seat assignment had changed from what she originally selected. She just didn’t know how much it changed!
Two people quit during one of our very busy periods, one of whom was in a supervisory role, and I would have the urge to throttle then but I am too tired because I’ve been working 10 hour days and am already two-hours past the time I should have left work and just want to get through this night and collapse in my bed.
The Obsessive Dilettante 