I was awarded/nominated the One Lovely Blog award by
(ﾉ´ヮ´)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧♡ Hannah at Paint Me A Smile Thank you! ♡
Rules: (There are different versions of the rules but these are what I’m going with)
– Thank and link the blogger in your post.
– Include 7 facts about yourself.
– Nominate bloggers you admire and inform nominees.
–Use the logo on your post and/or stick the award on your blog
- Fact 1: Superhero Senses Actually Suck.
I have sensitive taste buds. The actual term is Supertaster. While it sounds like a superhero type thing, it actually sucks. It means I’m a lot more sensitive to flavor because I have more taste buds then some people. Things like spicy food, coffee, alcohol, these flavors are too strong for me and thus these are things I can’t enjoy. So when I mention something is too spicy for me please keep that in mind. I’m not sure if this accounts for quirks like preferring flat soda but that’s a thing about me too. But it does mean living in a country that’s national food is kimchi means a lot of pain.
Thank you elementary school science fairs.
- Fact 2: Cooking and Science
I like to cook and I like science, I feel they go hand in hand. My grandmothers would always be baking or cooking and usually I’d be somewhere nearby helping. I also loved experimenting with things and for one of my dear grandmothers whatever strange concoction I whipped up she would drink. I would literally just mix together whatever was in her spice cabinet with whatever liquids were in her fridge. And she’d always say it was delicious. In the life hiatus I took -almost a full year- I spent a lot of time cooking and experimenting and learned that as long as you give yourself the proper time, read the instructions, and have all the ingredients a lot of foods are really simple to make. I even stayed up all night one time making macaroons. (Not a simple recipe) Korea is a kind of torture for me with cooking because it’s difficult to cook for one person. I don’t have my grandmother who would eat anything I make or a family to cook for so it’s just me. Which means if I make too much I’ve got to figure out how to eat it all without getting bored from eating the same thing all the time and this is one of the most difficult things for living on my own in a foreign country. But that means I get to experiment and do a little science to figure out what works and what doesn’t.
- Fact 3: That Summer Time I Almost Drowned, Again.
I grew up having a love-hate relationship with water. I loved it and well, it tried to kill me. A lot. Although I may have been foolish to help it at least once. My grandparents had a pool and my cousins all knew how to swim and they were having a lot of fun on the other end of the pool. So whenever everyone got out of the pool to go dry off and change and it was just the pool and I, I decided to see what all the fuss was about. I can’t remember if I slipped or not, but I wouldn’t be surprised if I just walked into the deep end, lost my grip of the edge and sunk. Curiosity almost killed me.
- Fact 4: Child Detective
As a kid there were a lot of different things I wanted to be, but I only got paid to be a detective, to shoot hoops, and do a little gardening.
- Fact 5: Blanket Burrito
I love burying under blankets. There are 8 blankets on my bed right now and when summer comes it’ll just go down to 6. I’d rather crank up the air conditioning and roll myself into a burrito then not have a blanket.
- Fact 6: The Lasting Trauma of Being an Residential Advisor
After being an RA I’m paranoid about door knocks and phone calls. My heart races and I get super nervous. No one ever knocks on my door yet I always think that they are, but it’s always the neighbors. I also equate door knocks with something bad. Like an emergency, or some fight I need to deal with, or I’ve missed work, even if it’s 5 am. Also it means I have to remind myself that I don’t have to go outside and tell people to be quiet because it’s past quiet hours. That part is a relief but I still catch myself prepping myself to go yell at noisy neighbors.
- Fact 7: Hands of Death
My hands are usually cold. If they get hot I tend to feel uncomfortable. During the summers I wash my hands a lot. I also have a somewhat lower core body temperature. So my hate of heat has multiple reasons.
Passing on the Blog Love aka Nominations: (I will add to this because I recently realized a lot of the blogs I follow haven’t been updating for over a year so my nominations list is a lot smaller than I’d like. Especially since the average is about 15.)