I really love Samyang Buldak Ramen. Like, a lot. Like, a whole lot. You have no idea. I love it so much that it is inexplicable, and I'm ninety-nine percent sure that I have an unhealthy obsession. I will never get tired of slurping down those perfectly chewy, spicy noodles. It is my life goal to try every single flavor they ever release.

I fall asleep at night dreaming of a lifetime supply of Buldak Carbonara, and then I would be so full that I just drift off to sleep, chopsticks in hand. If I could just savor a single strand of the Rosé flavor for a brief moment, I could die happy. If given the opportunity, I would lightly sniff the steam off a fresh bowl of Quattro Cheese just to inhale those sweet, spicy aromas. Then, I would devour it all while the heat clings to my tongue, hoping that it would stop, but I only continue as the spice builds higher and higher.

I would give up almost anything just for a new 3x Hot Chicken flavor pack to appear in my pantry. No matter what I do, I am constantly thinking of it. When I wake up, a steaming bowl is the first thing on my mind. When I go to work, I can only focus on the anticipation of the Cream Carbonara bowl I'll have at lunch break. Only to fantasize about the upcoming Buldak bowl I'll have at home, after the work day ends. When I come home, I go straight to the kitchen so that I can prepare its beautiful, fiery goodness. When I go to sleep, I dream of endless bowls of Korean Fried Chicken Buldak, living a happy life together. It is my pride, passion, and joy. If it were to call me "Onee-chan," I would probably get diabetes from its sweetness and die.

I wish for nothing but its continued existence and spicy happiness. If it were for Buldak Ramen, I would give my life without any second thoughts. Without it, my life would serve no purpose. I really love Samyang Buldak Ramen.