Saturday 23rd February
Saturday started early, well… prematurely to me at least. I woke up around 8:30am, not only because I had set my alarm for this time; but also due to my cats using me as their wrestle mat. Despite not having the most pleasant of awakenings, I briskly rolled out of bed (yes, when I say ‘rolled’, I mean literally) to start the weekend ahead.
I’m not much of a morning person, yet thankfully I don’t struggle too much with motivation thesesdays as long as I have plans set for that particular day; so I almost directly headed for the shower after tending to the cats and brewing myself an Americano with sweetner: I use the instant kind, nothing fancy.
A few hours into the day, I headed to my local Starbucks and decided to give another cup of coffee a miss. I find that consuming more than two servings of coffee per day, especially more than one within a short time span can give me a headache no matter how mild in strength the coffee be. Alternatively, I opted for one of Starbucks’ fruit juices: they’re premade but fresh enough from the chiller. Almost without fail I regularly select their strawberry juice, but they introduced a limited edition ‘Newly Harvested Apple Juice’ for the current season; so I grabbed one whilst it’s still available. It was rather sour, moreso than apple juice usually is, although it wasn’t disatisfiying to my taste.
After my tutoring session ceased, I came home for some peace and quiet only to find a sticky paper sheet from my lint remover roller stuck to the tail of my Siamese. She was parading it around she hadn’t noticed; that was until she tried to lay down. What can I say? – she’s not the brightest of kitties.
I’m currently reading ‘The Little Book Of Lykke’ by Danish Author: Meik Wiking. I believe its the second book published by the researcher who works on behalf of the ‘Happiness Research Institute’ based in Copenhagen. Alike his first book ‘The Little Book of Hygge‘, which I reviewed quite some time ago, it’s a light yet informative read which to most of it’s readers is a positive influence in terms of lifestyle choices and one’s outlook of life in general. I read only a small section over the course of this weekend, but that’s what’s good about this pair of said books: you can easily pick-up from any point without losing track of his discussion, regardless if you abandon habitually reading it for weeks on end.
For lunch I prepared croquette curry rice, utilising the chilli crab filled croquette which I had purchased that morning from my favourite bakery chain: ‘Paris Baguette’. If I’ve learnt one thing from being in Asia, it’s investing in a rice cooker. You’ll have fluffy rice for days! In hindsight, it works out cheaper and more eco-friendly to use a rice cooker, as opposed to contributing more plastic to landfil just because microwave or boil-in-the-bag packets of rice are ‘simply convenient’.
Upon going out once more, I realised that Spring weather had finally made an appearance. For the last few months, Incheon has been battling temperatures anywhere between -17℃ and 3℃. The irregularity in temperature was bothering day-to-day, but overall it had just been consistently very chilly with high speed winds with harmful levels of microdust. As much as I’m glad to see the back of the temperatures in the negative numbers, I’m not thrilled about potentially having to stop wearing scalves and long coats in a matter of weeks. Knitted jumpers and puffy fleeces are comforting.
By the time I arrived home it was already 8:30pm. I was reluctant to cook anything, nor particularly hungry. Instead of doing the sensible thing, which would going directly home without stopping at a convenience store, I ended up taking home a can of beer along with some Hershey’s peanut and pretzel chocolate and some Almond caramel flavoured crisps.
By the way, I don’t drink alcohol. So to have purchased beer is totally out of character. On the rare occasion I do drink alcohol, I stick to the few alcohols I like: Irish cream, rum charta, Rosé or only drink within the presence of others. I don’t think I turned to alcohol for a bad reason, I don’t ever crave it. I think I just wanted to feel more adultlike. I’m not immature, but somehow there is a stigma surrounding maturity and indulging in alcohol. I assume I felt rebelious to a certain extent.
Sunday 24th February
Today was the first day in a long while in which I felt genuine happiness. As pathetic or fishing for sympathy as it sounds, I actually was willing to get out of bed and anticipated the day. My friend/student invited me to have lunch together; we had done so previously, but the last time we hang out properly was last Summer. Having some fun was long overdue. We decided to go back to Guwoldong, the area I used to live in, as it has a better selection of restaurants in comparison to the area we initially thought we’d be dining in.
We aimed to go to a particular Sushi buffet franchise named ‘sushi line’, I had been there a few times prior and have referenced it on this blog in the past; therefore we came to a like minded agreement without fuss. To our dismay the sushi buffet was closed for refurbishment. Fortunately another rather similar sushi buffet was in close proximity, so our disappointment fizzled away promptly.
‘Soosa’ was packed with families and couples, perhaps the nicer weather had encouraged people to get out of home. We were grateful to have narrowly missed the queue for admittance that had started to gather at the entrance. We wasted no time in tucking in! At ‘Soosa’ there was a decent selection: sushi, various Californian rolls, cream spaghetti, udon, tteokbokki, sweet and sour pork, salads, coleslaw, make-your-own bibimbap, bibim naengmyeon (korean spicy cold noodles), cheese ‘snowing’ crisps and fries, mini fish tonkatsu (cutlets), miso soup, a few fried rices, Karaage (Japanese fried chicken), minature Vienna sausages etc.
The sushi was the best of all, however I must say that ‘Sushi Line’ are more professional when it comes to flavour creativity and fusion food. We only had one serving of the desserts. As the restaurant’s speciality is sushi, they focus less on providing an array of desserts; because of this my first experience of Daifuku wasn’t as delightful as I had hoped. On the plus side, their creamy vanilla and matcha ice-cream made up for the unpleasantly scrambled slices of cream sponge cake.
I think I unintentionally and regrettably ate duck for the first time… The sushi section didn’t have any english labelling; whereas the side dishes did. It’s my fault for not speaking Korean, and when I’m hungry I don’t want to stand around getting in the way of people by taking my time to read Hangul. My bad… Sorry little duck but you looked like some unique bacon sushi.
Instead of parting our ways to directly return home after lunch, we went to an arcade. We played a two-player zombie shooting game which triggered some jump scares with its visuals, vibrating seats and blasts of air; followed by table hockey, basketball and car racing… all of which embarrassingly proved my decline in gaming ability and coordination skills.
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