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[s-sania]

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[falgunisolankikadamhaat]

Handmade Sabai Grass Roti Box - a beautiful and eco-friendly way to store and serve your rotis! Made from natural sabai grass, this roti box is not only aesthetically pleasing but also durable and sustainable.

[zishtatraditions]

Brass Paraat and Roti Box Combo | Zishta.com

These exquisite crafted Brass Paraat and Roti box are made by the traditional clusters of Punjab from the region called Jandiala Guru. 

Brass helps in retaining the softness of roti and keep them fresh and soft while storing the cooked rotis in the dabba.

[im-s0rry]

i just imagined Roti sitting at a table with Inkwel, chewing on a bagel that she's stuck under her mask.

That's adorable! So adorable that I drew it!

I also took the chance to make some more Roti art with guest appearances from Rustflare, Hero (@goo-dripley-art ), and Shikari (@mercair )!

Hope you enjoyed me drawin' Roti for a bit!

-Serena!

[greppelheks]

Somebody explain to me why eating out of chinese takeout boxes is one of the most satisfying ways to eat?

[the-prophecy]

Done with the throwing thing abh i have to clean the whole thing ughh

[mummalife]

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[arvindhandicrafts]

The Bella & Bloom design adds a touch of elegance and sophistication to the box, making it a standout piece in your kitchen. The intricate floral pattern is carved into the wood, giving it a unique texture and visual appeal.

Wooden Bella and Bloom Roti Box

Arvind Handicrafts is a company that offers a unique line of artistic home decor products and gifting items, with their distinct elephant logo being a symbol of quality and uniqueness. The company provides a diverse range of products, including wall decor, wall clocks, table decor, mirror frames, photo frames, and paintings. Each product is carefully crafted to add a touch of elegance to any living space or office.

[bayoubashsims]

The Indian Bakery

Toko Roti Farida (Farida's Bakery) was founded in 1912 by Tamil immigrant Fareeda Hamid (1887-1987) who had moved to Paterosari from Batavia in 1910 with her husband, Sulaeman Hamid (1862-1932), a Moorish scholar and tradesman of earthenware. The residents of the village loved her baked goods, and soon in 1912 she started her own business.

A century later, her sons, now elderly and spending their time playing chess and sitting outside of the bakery, now watch on as their children and grandchildren continue their family business.

The bakery's boxes and truck bear the familiar logo.

The kitchen, where the boys make the bread.

[bhnsby]

Since you like jo, i need to hear more about your opinion about her

GOD I THOUGHT ID NEVER BE ASKED

Resident Jo guy here ready to talk about her too much

Funny enough I think Jo might be the character I’ve talked about the most on here? Not that anyone asked but I know I’ve done one on her and her dynamic with lightning, multiple jomarias, and whenever AS or roti comes up I always talk about her it’s like there’s some unknown force making me.

But for my jo take for today, I wanna talk about her/heather and the dynamic as well as the parallels between both.

Jo and heather are like one of the only mix gen dynamics, which is crazy. I can only think of like Scottney and like every other interaction between characters are so basic they have the essence of just “hello _____ character from other season!” “Hello _____ character from other season! We’ve now hit our interaction check box meaning this season wasn’t entirely pointless and definitely couldn’t just have been another roti season but everyone complained at the new characters” “huzzah!”

Sorry got sidetracked. Butt Jo and Heather do interact beyond that and I WISH we got more of them

To compare both, both are a “villain” in the series they compete in. And both are a take on a type of “bully”.

Heather is your classic mean girl but better. She’s the Regina George the Heather Chandler thats her trope. Yes there’s more depth to her but for this comparison I just want to talk about her in relation to Jo. Now to contrast Jo is more of the “jock bully” archetype. But once again, better.

Despite there clear differences they actually have more in common than I initially thought. Both take advantage of people they see as “less than them”. Heather with Beth and Lindsay, and Jo with Cameron and Lightning. Lightning and Lindsay clearly have some similarities in they’re both stupid and their manipulator uses this to their advantage, making them think they have an ally/friend but in actuality they are just being used. And Beth and Cameron are similar in the sense that their dynamic with their “bully” is also disguised as a friendship. Beth wants to be in the popular clique and Cameron wants to just survive this, meaning he’s willing to work with Jo despite her clearly being mean rude and horrible to him. Both Jo and Heather use these people to make it far, but ultimately their downfall is due to the people they used all season (jo being betrayed by cam and voted off by cam and lightning and heather having Lindsay being the reason she looses the challenge).

They also both have a very similar dynamic, heather with Gwen and Leshawna and Jo with Zoey and Anne Maria. Yes I know the Gwen/leshawna dynamic is very different to the Anne Maria/zoey dynamic, but when it comes to heather and Jo they’re actually kinda similar. Gwen is typically a little play thing for Heather to torment, with Leshawna always being at her neck standing up for other people and not being afraid to put heather in her place and fight back, and while Jo is rude to everyone Zoey will often not retaliate back, unlike Anne Maria who is, like Leshawna, always at her neck usually standing up for herself and other people (seen with how she defends the likes of cam guys wait till I drop the AM essay I have proof of this) and not being afraid to put Jo in her place and fight back against her rude/pushy/bossy/etc.

Their competitiveness and want to win is also something that both have. While it’s not as evident in heather (more in world tour than any other) they both have a desire to win individual and team challenges, as well as overall too.

Also just remembered in All stars they both make an alliance with an enemy of some kind only for them to immediately try to get them eliminated, both times backfiring with heather getting out instead and lightning being seen as useful later on (stfu no he wouldn’t have been)

The first clear difference between both is Jos internalised misogyny.

GOD I hate when people deny this it’s so obvious to me am I the only one that sees this but yeah anyway Jo makes an off handed comment about heathers “girly short shorts” or something idk I can’t remember I’m not rewatching I’m at college right now

Butt, I think some of Jos hate for Heather comes from some of her internalised misogyny. They would genuinely make for good friends if they weren’t both such haters. But alas Jo sees someone she’s compatible with and would get along with, but said person is a girly teen girl and doesn’t want to allow for a platonic female relationship. She doesn’t want to be friends with someone who is what she hates about herself. She’s not feminine and I don’t think that’s the reason for her internalised misogyny, I don’t think she needs to be “girly” or anything, and I don’t think she’s implied to be trans to me, I see it more as a societal thing where she feels like she “isn’t one of the girls” and better than people who are girly because to her she’s an exception and society tells her that guys are better than girls and her personality/attitude/interests/identity aligns more with the masculine gender (not trans just vibes ykwim) and so she denies all of her feminine traits to be better than everyone else. I think had jo and heather had more time, she could’ve overcome this and eventually formed a bit of a alliance/even friendship with heather, similarly to what started to/would’ve happened with jo and Anne Maria guys jomaria canon guys guys please

So yeah tl;dr Jo and heather are peak and would’ve been even more peak had they had more time

[boobabietch]

Chapter III: "From ROTY Glory to Post-Season Agony” | Diana Taurasi x OC

Warnings: bitch Diana and random disclaimer I know that in order to be eliminated they have to play two games against phoenix but for the sake of the story it’s just going to be one, and let’s pretend the stars made it to playoffs that year and that they were not absolutely demolished like they were in real life lmao

A/N: I wanna thank y’all so much for the support to this story I swear I’ve been having a lot of fun writing it, I wanna start building Vico’s relationship with her teammates and we are so close to finally seeing A’ja x Vic on the story and I’m so damn excited. Sorry for the slow burn but I love it and I wanna make u guys crave it for a little bit longer. As always English is not my first language so if you see something wrong please tell me so I can change it asap, comments are super appreciated and my ask box is always open. Also if you have any ideas or requests for this story send them through!!! I would really love to see what you guys want because your wish is my command. Love Sof :)

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The last practice before the playoffs had that familiar intensity, but this time, something felt different. I could sense it in the air, a mix of anticipation, nerves, and something I couldn’t quite place. I knew this feeling too well. The playoffs were around the corner, but today held something more.

We had been on a hot streak, our team coming together at the perfect moment, and I was determined to keep the momentum going. My rookie season had been a rollercoaster, with every moment pushing me to my limits. Now, standing on the brink of the playoffs, I felt like everything was about to come to a head.

Vickie gathered us in the middle of the court, her voice cutting through the buzzing tension. “Alright, listen up,” she said, her tone commanding our full attention. “Before we wrap up practice, I have some news to share.”

The media girl was now there, recording everything, holy fuck.

I glanced around at my teammates, my gaze finding Sydney’s who just rose her eyebrows and sent me an excited smile, the murmur of whispers filling the gaps in the silence. Everyone was on edge, wondering what was coming next.

“Victoria,” Coach called out, her gaze locking onto mine. I froze.

My heart skipped a beat. Why was she singling me out? My mind raced, sifting through any possible mistake or misstep I could have made. But nothing came to mind. I had been busting my ass in every practice.

“You’ve been a standout all season,” Coach began, her voice steady but filled with pride. “You’ve shown incredible growth, both as a player and as a fighter. Every game, every moment, you’ve given it your all.”

I could feel the eyes of my teammates on me, the weight of the moment growing heavier by the second.

“And because of that,” Coach continued, a small smile playing at her lips, “you’ve been named Rookie of the Year.”

It felt like time froze. The words didn’t immediately register, like my brain refused to accept what I had just heard. Rookie of the Year? Me?

My teammates erupted into cheers, and before I knew it, Syd was pulling me into a bear hug, screaming at the top of her lungs, her excitement infectious. “Vic! Rookie of the Year, baby! You earned it!”

I blinked, still trying to wrap my mind around the announcement. Rookie of the Year. The title echoed in my mind, and suddenly, it was real. Every late-night gym session, every brutal practice, every bit of sweat and pain, it had led to this.

Coach stepped forward, her voice quieter now, meant only for me. “You deserve it, Victoria. Now take this into the playoffs and show them what you’re made of.”

“Thank you, Coach,” I muttered, my voice thick with emotion. “Who’s freaking rookie of the year” Dearica yelled.

“I’m fucking Rookie of the year people”

"Victoria O’Hara Shines Bright: Named 2024 WNBA Rookie of the Year"

As the cheers died down and practice resumed, I could feel a strange weight lift off my shoulders. It was validation, everything I had been fighting for since day one was recognized. I was someone in this league now. Rookie of the Year wasn’t just a title; it was a statement.

But my mind can play funny tricks to me sometimes and as much as I wanted to revel in the moment, my thoughts drifted, as they always did, to the reaction of the only person that mattered to me at that time: Diana.

I know I know, fucking pathetic.

She had been a constant thorn in my side all season, pushing and pulling at me like we were playing an entirely different game than the one on the court. I knew she’d hear about this. Hell, she probably already did.

Would it matter to her? Would she see me differently now?

I doubted it.

A part of me wondered if it was enough, not for everyone but for her. The doubt gnawed at me, but I pushed it aside. This was my moment, and I wasn’t going to let miss Diana fucking Taurasi take that away from me.

As practice wound down, Sydney threw her arm around my shoulders, a grin plastered on her face. “Alright, Rookie of the Year, ready to tear that fucking oldie up in the playoffs?”

I smirked, my confidence coming back. “Shut up, I’m the only one that gets to call her fucking oldie. But baby you know it, lets go tear that fucking grandma”

This wasn’t just about the playoffs. This was about proving I was more than just a good rookie. It was about beating the best.

And that meant Diana.

I should’ve wished harder for that one though…

September 6, 2017

There’s something about the playoffs. The energy in the arena is different, charged, almost electric. The stakes are higher, the pressure suffocating. Today, it felt like the whole world was watching, and I could feel it like a noose tightening around my throat. But I didn’t care. This was my moment.

God are you listening? Do you hate me? Or maybe you just find my fucking bad luck very amusing. Because what were the odds that my first match of the playoffs was not only the first one but against fucking Phoenix.

(Actually it wasn’t odd at all like that’s how team placements work Victoria)

But we needed this win. Correction, I needed this win.

And of course, Taurasi was there, a constant in my life at this point, it was like the universe needed her to be in every important mark of my life, looming over me like a shadow I couldn’t shake. Shit, I wouldn’t be surprised if this bitch showed up to my freaking wedding, or to the delivery room of my fucking firstborn. Every time I looked up, she was there. Her eyes didn’t need to say anything anymore. They were just sharp, focused, and reminded me that no matter what I did, she was waiting for me to slip.

But I wasn’t slipping. Not today.

Am I though?

I played my ass off. Every rebound, every assist, every drive, I gave it everything. I was so locked in that I didn’t pay any mind to the deafening screams after the assist that made me had a triple double. The energy in the arena was feeding me, keeping me alive. My teammates were looking to me, and I was answering. Everything was coming together. For a second, I thought, maybe, just maybe, we could win this.

But basketball is a cruel game, especially in the playoffs.

Fourth quarter, three minutes left. We were tied, and I could feel it slipping. Phoenix was pressing hard, and I saw Diana smirking at me from the other end of the court, that same smug, irritating look she’s worn since the first game, I wanted to punch it out, but I couldn’t have another fucking tech because of her

“Victoria STOP STARING” fuck, sorry coach.

I could feel the pressure on my shoulders, the weight of the entire season, my entire team, like a thousand-pound anchor dragging me down. I didn’t know how much more I had left, but I couldn’t stop. Not yet.

I caught a pass, drove into the lane, and spun around my defender, and then there she was. I swear to God, it’s like she just knows when to ruin my day. She bodied me in the paint, and my shot clanged off the rim.

Fast break. Two passes later, the ball was in her hands, and of course, she drained a three in my face.

The arena exploded.

I felt the floor tilt beneath my feet. It was like I couldn’t breathe.

One minute left. They were up by three. We had one chance, one final push, but by then it was too late. Phoenix locked us down on defense, and time bled out like water slipping through my fingers.

The buzzer sounded, and it hit me like a punch to the gut.

We lost.

I just stood there, watching Phoenix celebrate. The fans were on their feet, the flashes from cameras lit up the court, and somewhere in the middle of it all was Diana, arms raised, soaking it in.

I felt like I was going to puke.

I just did my first fucking triple-double, but I didn’t give a shit about that, it wasn’t enough. I wasn’t enough.

I could hear the buzz of the crowd, the announcers yelling into their mics about how Phoenix had advanced, about how San Antonio’s season was over.

I wasn’t listening. I couldn’t.

I turned, feeling my heart hammering in my chest, and walked off the court. But during the post-game handshake, certain player grabbed my hand.

Diana.

I wanted to rip it away, but something in her expression stopped me. She wasn’t gloating, not this time. She was just... there. Human.

"Good game, O'Hara," she said quietly. "You played really well."

I stared at her, completely thrown off. This was different. She never did this. Not once in all the months we’ve been at each other’s throats. The anger in my chest flickered for a moment, and for a brief second, I wondered if there was something genuine in what she said.

But before I could even find a response, Diana’s hand dropped, and she was gone, back to her team, her celebration, her victory.

It left a sour taste in my mouth.

I made my way to the locker room, head down, hands clenched into fists. As I walked reporters swarmed, shoving microphones and cameras in my face. But I didn’t hear them. I kept my head down, not stopping until I was finally in the relative quiet of the locker room.

We’d been eliminated. Our season was over.

I threw my shoes into my locker and sat there, staring at the floor, trying to process everything. The adrenaline was still coursing through my veins, making it hard to breathe, to think. I obviously wanted to make everything worse, grabbing my phone, typing Phoenix Mercury vs San Antonio Stars and started scrolling through Twitter.

And I saw it.

Diana Taurasi’s Post-Game Conference

Some reporter asked her about me. About my performance, about the rivalry that had been brewing between us for months. I thought maybe she’d give me a shred of respect after that moment on the court. Maybe we’d finally moved past all the bullshit.

But no. She did what she always does.

"Victoria? Yeah, she’s good. But God, She’s still a little baby! She still has a lot to learn. There’s a difference between playing a good game and knowing how to win, and I think that we already know that she doesn’t know anything about the latter. She’ll figure that out eventually... or not."

Red. I saw red.

I stared at the screen, my blood boiling. The audacity. I should’ve known. That moment we had on the court? A fucking lie. She couldn’t help herself. Had to tear me down just like she always did.

I barely had time to process it when it was my turn for the post-game conference. I walked in, still fuming, but I put on my best neutral face. The reporters were already waiting, firing off questions left and right.

And of course, someone had to ask: "Sara García from New York Times sports, Victoria are you aware of Diana Taurasi’s comments after the game?"

Oh I was aware, I was really fucking aware. But this time I really tried to avoid conflict, I swear I did

“Oh umm, I haven’t been able to hear anything about it, sorry”

But I should’ve known those fucking scavengers where aching for the drama.

SO THEY PLAYED THE GODAMN VIDEO AGAIN

“What do you think about it Victoria?” Sara bitch García from NYT sports asked after the video stopped

What did I think about it, fuck off.

I don’t think I’ve ever felt smaller in my life, me, a 6’2 woman, who just made a triple double and won Rookie of the year, felt small.

I paused, letting the anger simmer just beneath the surface. Fine. If they wanted to play it like this, hell if she wanted to play like this, so be it.

I leaned forward, meeting the reporter’s gaze. “Diana can say whatever she wants. But the reality is, her time’s running out. She’s not invincible, her expiration date it’s really not that far. And Diana next time we meet? I’ll be ready. Trust me.”

The room went silent for a moment, tension hanging heavy in the air. I could feel their eyes on me, waiting for something more, but I didn’t give them anything else. I stood up, nodded to the crowd, and walked out.

This wasn’t over. I was going to be better, I was going to be the best.

"Victoria O’Hara Declares War on Taurasi: ‘Next Time, It’s Going to Be Different’"

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[im-s0rry]

hey

what would your secret boss OCs think of Roti, my secret boss, if you don't mind me asking

Here on Tumblr: Behold! My attempt at creating a Deltarune secret boss, with art by @creepa-b0t-inc (thanks for that) This is Roti, whose name...

Why hello Follower! It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance and for Roti to be my first "What Would your Secret Bosses Think Of My Secret Boss"! I absolutely adore Roti and it's an honor for them to meet my characters! Speaking of. . .

Sketchit! I think Roti would be freaked out by her. She's got a couple screws loose and is desperately trying to find them but I can see a situation where they meet and Sketchit starts to try to find the "hidden lore" of the really really bad creepypasta Roti was in the light world.

Fredde-E! I cannot describe in words how amazing these two little gremlins would be as friends. They'd be so funny together.

Tumbal! Oho! Another target for Tumbal to trick and eventually kill for sport! I think Roti might even find him scary. Because he is.

Snake-Eyes! Eyes would be very friendly to Roti and I can see them forming a slight friendship. Not really that big of a friendship, just two people who mutually respect each other really. On the other hand, Snake would see Roti as another darker wishing for glory that will never come. A hopeless cause that will unleash a great burden on the world. A warning of disaster.

Hattyr! Hattyr ain't exactly the nicest person around and would probably act how he usually does, cold and only really using Roti to try and get himself back to his full power.

Inkwel! A new friend! Though Inkwel may be a bit beaten and maybe a but off-putting, he'd still try to make friends with Roti. After all, I'm like 90% sure that Roti is a child, and Inkwel was a kid's TV show host. He'd be kind and try to not scare them, maybe even bake some bagels or something? Who knows.

Rustflare! A fellow Darkner from The Scraps I see. . .wait, you don't know The Scraps is? Anywho, Rustflare would probably scare Roti away. Rustflare be like that. Maybe he'd even think that they're an enemy and try to attack them, which would not end well at all.

Funn! I think she'd scare them off. She'd probably invite them for tea and at the first instance of screaming Roti would turn tail and book it.

Sadedown! Same old trickster. Not much to say.

[ripeteeth]

many-sentence sunday

I recently reread Good Omens and was suddenly reminded of how idiotic and delightful these two freaks are, and then this started to spill out:

The mime slowly felt his way around the invisible box; Crowley tried not to look at Aziraphale. He was always trying not to look at Aziraphale; by the time the angel laid a hand on his arm, he was a lost cause.

“Would you mind terribly?” His lower lip did the thing that Crowley hated. “You know how Above gets when we don’t keep our hands clean.”

Crowley raised a brow. Seemed a bit rich to borrow someone else’s hands to do your dirty work. Still, he’d never been able to deny the angel.

“It’s about free will,” Aziraphale had once told him somewhere in Valencia, nosing over a glass of Manzanilla. “They must have the potential to do evil, even up to the last moment.”

Crowley chewed on an almond, thinking. “But what if someone was threatening them? Gun at their head and all that. Not really fair to ask them to do the right thing and kill them if they don’t.”

Both thought of the martyrs they’d met throughout the years. Odd ducks, the lot; Aziraphale shuddered. ”Well, Evil is there to be thwarted, otherwise how would you have the Good? That’s its whole purpose.”

“Could just make them all Good, couldn’t you? The humans?”

Aziraphale paused. “Suppose it would be a lot easier,” he admitted. “But the Plan is-“

”Ineffable,” Crowley had groaned. “I get it.”

It was a conversation they’d had before. It cropped up every few centuries, like an ignored system update, but it was always the same. It would always be the same.

The mime popped out of existence.

“Oh, thank you,” Aziraphale beamed. “Shall we order a bottle then? I had this exquisite Côte-Rotie just a few weeks ago.” A pause. “It reminded me of you.”

“Sure, angel,” Crowley said, and swallowed back the rest.

“Do you remember the first time we came here?” Blue eyes matched the sky above; Crowley drowned in him, watching how Aziraphale took in the vineyard with a shining, swiveling look. Crowley packed that vision away to remember later, and dusted off another.

“1900. Just after the epidemic.” The insect phylloxera had arrived in 1863, creeping through the vines, sucking away the moisture until all that was left were dead leaves to sweep at the dirt. Nearly all of Europe’s vineyards had been destroyed; Crowley had awoken from his long nap in 1897 and, when he heard the news, nearly gone right back to sleep.

“Mmm. We had a bottle of the Beaucastel. Beautiful wine. Plums. Crushed blackberries. Fresh tobacco. You make yours mainly with Mourvèdre too, don’t you, Crowley?”

The tips of his ears were warm. “Wanna split the tartare?”

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

Hi everyone,

It’s been a while since I’ve posted something from an article. So I wanted to share an article I found listing some ways to practice self-care. According to this article, here are some ways that could help:

Binge watch your favorite TV shows.

This is the first thing I do when I start running out of gas. It’s comforting, I identify with the characters, I know what’s going to happen in the show, and that relaxes me. It’s easy to do, like putting on a Band-Aid.

Spend a day in doing self-care activities.

I got a massage, took long baths, journaled and ate my favorite meals (a lot of Chick-fil-A and ga roti from Vietnam). I tried to spend time outside, but the mosquitoes were bad, so I ensconced myself in my sunroom which has several windows and is very colorful. It’s my happy place.

Meditate or do deep breathing.

I won’t lie, it’s difficult for me to meditate without a guiding app on my phone, and even then, I have trouble. But meditation is so good for you; it helps you be mindful, manage stress, reduce negative emotion and decreases anxiety. As for deep breathing, I always like to do box breathing, where you inhale for four seconds, hold for four seconds, exhale for four seconds, hold for four seconds and repeat. I read that Navy SEALs use this technique.

Go to a therapist or counselor.

I know that I talked my husband’s and my mom’s ears off about the fundraiser, and I could tell they were getting weary of being a sounding board. So I took my issues to my therapist, which is what I’m supposed to do, and it felt so good to release all that negative energy. She let me vent but helped me refocus on the good I was doing, too. I highly recommend therapy/counseling. If you don’t have a therapist, look into Family Counseling Service. It has wonderful therapists and a variety of programs.

Say no.

This is probably the most helpful self-care action you can take. Also the hardest to do. When I was working on the fundraiser, I didn’t say no at first. My type A personality (really, I’m type B) took over, and I wanted to be involved in everything. Soon I became burned out. After more therapy and self-care, I realized that I had to step back and say no. As soon as I did that, I felt way better. I was still involved in every aspect of the fundraiser, which probably annoyed the committee, but I delegated, communicated better and said no when I needed to.

The link to this article will be below if anyone wants to read through it.

[carelessflower]

Tuesday recap 🍗 🍰

Gluttony with a dash of hot as hell weather

fit check, kinda put more effort into today look for uni cause i have to do a counseling video later lol

for breakfast i grabbed the long remaining packet of vermicelli instant noodle and mix it with the spicy chili powder and salt from another package, a lil salty but it worked for the roti chicken

after morning class (so so early) i went to lunch in the underground mall foodcourt with my friend. we had chickens, marking it the second time I had chicken today, with a bunch of oden topping, sausage, cheese surimi, king crab chunk and squid topping. the oden the best one btw, the chicken and fries are too cold. and i got sweets! it kinda like milo powdered cream bread

and look at all the sweets here, would try the oreo puff next time if I can, the one I got was okay but so lil cream :((

then check out this cutest blind box fluff doll I WANNA BUY ONE SO BAD and look at this big ass labubu standee this bar restaurant made

came back home and got chicken again

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