#reataurant life

[114-reprises]

My boss is so stupid. "How do we get more people in for breakfast?" Hmmm that's a tough one I'll admit. What if instead of using the business Instagram for personal events like your anniversary you post about... Gosh I don't know. I guess you could make Instagram posts about breakfast couldn't you ???? Maybe instead of posting pictures that display what having a fever dream in our restaurant would look like you could tell people what our breakfast hours are ??? But gee what do I know... Anywho how's your grudge against my friend who is half your age going? Still beefing with a 26 year old when you're 44? Yeah that's embarrassing. I hope all your employees quit and you get a divorce.

[welidot]

Gul Panag

This Biography is about one of the best Professional Model of the world Gul Panag including her Height, weight, Age & Other Detail… Express info Real Name Gul Panag Nickname Gul Profession Actress, Model, Activist, Politician, Pilot Age (as in 2023) 44 Years old Physical Stats & More Info Height in centimeters- 168 cm in meters- 1.68 m in Feet Inches- 5' 6" Weight (Approx.) in Kilograms- 60 Kg in Pounds- 132 lbs Figure Measurements 32-28-34 Eye Colour Dark Brown Hair Colour Black Personal Life of Gul Panag Date of Birth 3 January 1979 Birth Place Mahadian, Fatehgarh Sahib, Punjab Zodiac sign/Sun sign Capricorn Nationality Indian Hometown Chandigarh, India Schools The Lawrence School Lovedale Kendriya Vidyalaya The International School of Lusaka, Zambia College Government College for Girls, Punjabi University, Patiala, India Punjab University, Chandigarh, India Kellogg School of Management, Evanston, Illinois, United States Educational Qualifications Bachelors in Mathematics Masters in Political Science Mangement in Radio & Television Debut TV : Kashmeer (2003) Film : Dhoop (2003) Family Father- Lt. Gen. Harcharanjit Singh Panag (retd.) Mother- Gurjit kaur Brother- Shebir Singh Sister- N/A Religion Sikhism Hobbies Travelling, Horse Riding, Biking, Trekking, Jeep Safari Controversy Being a member of Lok Sabha, she was really disappointed when veteran actress Rekha's name was nominated for Rajya Sabha Seat. She commented "What has Rekha done to deserve an RS nomination? I am very disappointed with the recent Rajya Sabha nominations. I can understand Sachin Tendulkar's nomination because of his distinction in cricket. But look at the choices from arts and cinema. Just because the minimum nomination age is 30, it doesn't mean we have to take people who are 60. I have immense respect for Rekha, but what has she done of late to deserve that nomination?" After hearing this comment, Rekha was really annoyed by her. Favourite Things  of Gul Panag Favourite Actor Amitabh BachchanTom Cruise Favourite Actress Rachel Weise Favourite Designers Urvashi Kaur, Mandira Wirk, Anita Dongre Favourite Color Red, Black Favourite Perfume Opium Favourite Destination Munich, Germany Favourite Reataurant Hakkasan, London Boys, Affairs and More of Gul Panag Marital Status Married Affairs/Boyfriends Capt. Rishi Attari Husband Capt. Rishi Attari Children Son- N/A Daughter- N/A  This Biography Written By www.welidot.com Read the full article

[frankaben]

"What do you see in my eyes?", Onyx asked. "What kind of response you want?" "Honest", he insisted. "Murder". "Where?" "Your rims". "My rims?" "Everything that encapsules you". "Now what?" "You know". The restaurant was bustling with pillowed stress. War on pills and antidepressants. And soup was served. "Enjoy your meal", he strained the smile. "Mhm". "What are thinking about?" "Good question", the spoon seemed to have a life of its own, letting the soup fall seconds after picking it up. "You don't know?" "I know but I can't tell you". "Why?" "Too metasphysical for language". "Can't you try?", his eyes leaked a disgusting amount of hatred blood gushing for morbid excitement while the tongue was containng itself but struggled intesely in doing so. "I'll try", Chromus gathered himself in a silent body gasp that absorbed the atmosphere of the room and focused Onyx on only him. "I like going out at night, only in the moon red satan light. Where clouds turned into black spiderwebs covering the stars and blood tapestry fills the seams. I like sheep the most and go right up to them. On the fucking endless field of loneliness and everyone knows to stay inside their houses. Is when i go out. Those fucking sickening big fat puppy eyes of the sheeps small stupid head with the shallowest exhausting pea-brain. I like the sheep torturing me, with this fucking most innocent of stares, while i know their inbred with hell and distruction. Plague me to pet them with my juiced hands and their barren wool. Steelknots forming everywhere. THE KNIFE!! I PULL So fast death i cannot explain the relief of blood leaving its body. Soil, all black flesh back to earth and plants and unworth matter once again in billions of years. Only to explode again and make this all happen again. Aha.!", Chromus orgasmed in this fucking fetish pain and sharing blood hate when the reataurant came onto him with so much pleasure, the room convulsing in this high climax. If only there were words inbetween and underneath all these atrocities to make Onyx feel with. "Come with me tonight Onyx". "Yes". Chromus slapped a 5 pound block of cocaine on the red brown-tinted glass table of his overmaximalistic hyper-rich apartment. Onyx spit right next to it, mixed his bloody mucus with the cocaine and sucked it up with a syringe, injecting that shit in his eye. They both were racing with undescribeable music in the background. It, in any matter, was comepletely similar with the sheep story of Chromus. 5 years seemed to pass in a negative amount of time and they jumped in an exstatic rhythm breathing only red dusty chrytsals of lust and craving the most visceral tearup of existence and life EVERRRRR. They both pulled out their insanely serrated knifes so bright like sunsmitten diamonds and stabbed each other's overdriven hearts. Ultimate orgamsic satisfaction overcame their both deadened bodies and they fell into a black hole with unbelievably loud moans and music of other several billion worlds colliding sweetly in this rage of cocaine hate and death.

[luckylemonade]

When you need hand models so you grab a chef and a bartender and make them pretend eat.

[amazingarchitecturewebsite]

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[loptrcoptr]

Day after the move, internet is (mostly) working, but the happy veneer of unpacking has worn off and I start my job waiting tables today, which I absolutely hate doing, while other folks with similar degrees are announcing new jobs as archivists or librarians or assistant curators this week

And I find myself thinking it’s fortunate I’m in the desert now because there’s no ocean for me to just go walk into

[zodiacs-web]

Hello!

Can i request Gyutaro x fem! Reader please?

Imagine the reader is the owner of restaurant near the kyogoku house where daki works, reader is a very kind person who would give free foods to sick or poor people which makes gyutaro notice her,then meet her to see her reactions which turns out making gyutaro fell in love deeper.

(Oh dear, my imaginations ideas are getting wild😂)

I hope you have a nice day!!^^

Hunger

𖥔 Gyutaro x F!Reader

𖥔 Synopsis: Falls in love with the owner of the reataurant

𖥔 What's in the web: nothing much

𖥔 Part 2

It's always been a usual thing for patrons of houses to serve food to them. Yet, seeing a restaurant open just for others not attending the feast of pleasure, but for hunger. For one, he didn't realize that many didn't need the pleasure of another, but something as much as eating brought one another together.

That was something you strived for, to be honest, you never actually saw your restaurant gaining traction. So, seeing many wait in line for the pleasure of enjoying your food made you happy. The giddy feeling in your chest flying every time someone complimented the hospitality your place gave.

There was another thing you wanted to give. Give to those who couldn't lead a life due to their place at the bottom of the barrel. Happily serving those who came into your restaurant with either pristine boxed lunches or divine platers. He paid no mind, you're just a restaurant owner.

Every day he watched the ones with nothing beg and beg for something, only to be given disgusting pitiful looks. For a while, there was this old man with his four children, bones prominent from their skin as they walked by begging.

A sigh left his lips, this country doesn't give an ounce of care to their homeless even in need of jobs they're considered nothing. This time they looked different. The kids held proper clothing while their complexions were healthier than last time.

What could have changed in these past few weeks? He saw more poor people, smiles on their faces as they headed a specific way. It was your restaurant, they were waiting outside near the back of it. They all sat down on the floor with makeshift tables in the middle of the groups.

Then the door opened, and there you were, holding plates of food and handing them out to people. Boxed lunches dropped off as the ones who took them head off. He stopped to look at you, a blush on your cheeks and a grin as everyone thanked you.

He felt something in his stomach, was this hunger? No, it feels like something else. He hasn't felt this way in such a long time, it felt euphoric, and he wanted more. He searched for other ways to feel this feeling he had with you, and seemingly he had no luck.

Was it only with you? He had a hard time believing this feeling. On one hand, he believed he was just hungry, and on the other, he felt as if this was a delusion. He didn't know and wanted to know. Maybe all he had to do was go to the source of his frustration.

Standing at the top of your restaurant, he waited until you closed, which in his mind took centuries. He watched all the people leave, grins on their faces, one he wished to leave once he speaks to you. Wait. Did he hear that right? Leave with a smile on his face.

It's just hunger, there's nothing more to it.

Just as everything closed, he quickly slipped in. Looking around, he noticed he was in a room full of boxes, all filled with utensils and other utilities. He didn't have time for this, he needed to see you. As he ran to the shoji, he ripped it open, and there you were, right in front of him.

He was going too fast, he quickly placed his hands on the wall right above you. He looked down and noticed your expression. A shocked face, but an adorable one that soon turned into fear. He didn't really like that look on your face, he'd rather get rid of it, to be honest.

"I'm not here to hurt you." He murmured. "Don't be afraid."

Noticeably, you gulped and attempted to calm yourself down. Wiping the threatening tears off with your yukata, you took a deep breath.

"Why are you here then?" You trembled.

"I'm not sure."

You both stood there in awkward silence, unable to figure out what to do next. While you stood there in fear, he eyed your entire figure, eyes fixating on your face most of the time.

"Beautiful..."

A murmur from his lips, your beady eyes widened a bit, lips slightly open, and a hand on your chest. Oh, he liked that. He could stay forever staring at you, but unfortunately, he had to leave.

"(Y/n)-sama. I've got the requested items for you!" The voice at the bottom of the restaurant boomed.

Quickly, he turned around, back to the room and stood by the window. He turned around one last time, oh he loved seeing your expression. Almost a sorrowful one, like you wanted to say something, but he had to leave. And off he went.

Standing on the roof of your palace, a blush crept onto him. He's thrown himself into a rabbit's hole of emotions and there's no escape from the hunger of seeing your expressions.

[aotomegane]

TianShan Memory au:

— All right. Here it goes. I gotta warn you. This gonna hurt like a b**ch. Let me know what you guys think —

****

“Your condition is good now. You’ll be discharged tomorrow, okay?” the doctor who have been monitoring He Tian said before he walked out of the ward. He Tian nodded weakly. He then laid back into his pillow, closing his eyes.

Two months. He Tian had been in the hospital for two whole months. Every now and then, his brother came to check him up whenever he had the spare time.

“Hey! Let’s celebrate your discharge! I’ll treat you to a good reataurant,” Jian Yi suggested. “Yeah, we just found out a new restaurant right by my house,” Zhan Xixi added. “Sure,” He Tian replied. But his mind was somewhere else. Actually, his mind was empty. Literally empty.

*******

When He Tian first opened his eyes, the first thing he saw is Jian Yi’s bawling face. Zhan Xixi tried so hard for Jian Yi not to shove his face to He Tian’s. His head hurt so bad. “What happened?” was all what he could mutter. But not long after, what came out of He Tian’s mouth next made Jian Yi and Zhan Xixi taken aback.

“Who are you guys?”

After the doctor finished examining He Tian, the doctor confirmed that He Tian had lost his memories due to the impact of the accident. Jian Yi told He Tian a little bit about himself and his life trying to help He Tian to remember something. Unfortunately, he remembered nothing. And then, Jian Yi mentioned Momo’s name and told him that he was killed in the accident.

“Who’s Guan Shan?” He Tian asked again.

“He was our best friend.”

*******

That night, He Tian had a nightmare. One where he couldn’t wake up from. In his nightmare, he was in a very dark place, but he could see a light from far away. He ran and ran to the light. Trying so hard to get out of the darkness that’s drowning him. He screamed so loud but he could feel that his voice was not coming out. It was deafening. At one point, when he suddenly felt like he’s fallen into the darkest pit, he woke up. Panting. Trying to catch his breath. Sweats covering his face. It was raining outside but it was too hot. He Tian got out of his bed, took his jacket and walked out of his apartment.

Being outside in the rain felt so much better compared to his own bed. In the rain, he could feel something. He could feel like he’s alive. He Tian walked and walked. ‘What time is it?’ he asked himself. He forgot to bring along his phone when he rushed out.

Then, he found himself to stop in front of a building. An apartment. He looked up to the apartment, to a specific window. No light came out of the window. Suddenly, He Tian felt his face getting hotter. Oh. He was crying. Why? It frustrated him when he couldn’t figure out why. He didn’t bother to wipe his tears. Not when the rain did it for him. When He Tian felt like he’s getting sleepy again, he started to walk home carrying a pain in his heart.

After that, He Tian would do the same thing almost every night. Whenever he felt how empty his heart was, looking at the dark window somehow filled in his heart.

One night, while he was staring blankly at the window, someone greeted him.

“What are you doing here?”

It was Buzzcut. One of the guys who followed Momo around in high school. He Tian turned to face him. Buzzcut heard the news about He Tian.

“I’m sorry. I was just shocked seeing you here. I’m Buzzcut. We went to the same high school.”

“Oh. Okay,” He Tian then turned back to look at the window.

“Right. Uhmm, so, are you gonna be fine?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay, then I’ll get going,” Buzzcut replied. He didn’t want to disturb He Tian. When he was about to walk away, He Tian said something.

“I feel warm. When I came here, my heart feels warm. It hurts but warm,” Buzzcut could see tears rolled down He Tian’s cheek. It was a sight he never thought he would see.

“Yeah.... he was a warm person,” Buzzcut said softly before he walked away.

*****

After looking at the menu, He Tian told Jian Yi to just pick whatever’s good. Jian Yi had insisted He Tian to follow him and Zhan Xixi going out to a famous cafe. “Okay, you go and find seats for us,” Jian Yi said.

The cafe was very crowded. There was no seats inside the cafe so He Tian tried looking outside. He found a table and quickly approached it even though it wasn’t clean yet. After a couple minutes He Tian sat at the table, one of the cafe worker came to the table to clean it.

“Excuse me, sir. Let me clean this table for you real quick.”

The guy picked up the trays and set it aside before he proceeded to wipe the table. Once he’s almost finished, He Tian looked up to the guy. Their eyes met. He Tian felt like someone just strike his heart with a thunder. Again, his tears rolled down.

“Little Mo....” he said.

The worker was so shocked when he saw He Tian’s tears. He started to panic.

“Sir? Are you okay?”

No answer. He felt even more overwhelmed when He Tian kept looking at him.

“Sir? Are you hurt somewhere? Do you need me to call the am-“

“Holy shit,” Jian Yi and Zhan Xixi finally arrived at the table with their orders. Right in front of them, stood a guy that looked exactly like Momo.

“I’m sorry? Is your friend okay? I can call the ambulance for you if he’s hurt,” said the cafe worker.

Jian Yi looked at He Tian and quickly grabbed him by his arms.

“Oh no, he’s fine. He’s just not feeling well right now. We’ll get him home right away,” then they walked away. He Tian took a last glance at the worker. The guy was still standing by the table looking so confused.

He remembered it now. He remembered it all. The moment the word ‘Little Mo’ slipped out of his mouth, it all came back to him. He Tian remembered what happened that day. The day fate took his mountain away. The day life robbed his soul from him.

They were on a drive. He tried to chat with Momo. But like usual, Momo only replied shortly.

“You know, I’m so happy I met you. You’re like that final piece of puzzles that completes me. I don’t think I’ll be able to be happy without you,” a confession by He Tian.

Momo looked at He Tian. He saw a sad smile on He Tian’s face. His heart started to beat faster.

“You should learn to be happy. Even without me. I’m not gonna be with you all the time. I have to work,”Momo replied before he looked away.

“Hahaha. Got it.” He Tian’s smiled turned into a cheeky one. That’s when everything turned pitch black.

[thatoneer]

After the Battle of Hogwarts, all the magic world was overwhelmed, the Weasleys included, they'd lost a family member and it affected everyone. It was a rough year.

When the letter arrived, Ron read it so many time that he knew all the words by heart. Ginny was desperate to go to school and try to move on, she couldn't stay home; Jorge reopened the store a few weeks ago trying do the same as his sister, it wasn't working, he was so down all the time, no matter how much he tried to hide. Ron, by the other hand, wouldn't come back to Hogwarts, he couldn't. How was he supposed to walk through those corridors? Molly understood, even Hermione didn't push much; so he stayed home.

Sometimes Harry would show up and they'd play chess, most in silence, but it didn't bother any of them, they just enjoyed their time together. The opposite also happened, they would sit outside door and look at the people walking in front of the Grimmauld Place.

Ron became closer to his mother, spending more time with her. He watched her cooking and soon started to learn it himself; Molly loved it, not only because Ron was the first of her children that have been interested on cooking, but because they were having a really good time together. She taught him everything she knew, and her son soon started to create his own recipes, some were a success others... Well... Not so good.

"This is... interesting" Said Arthur once, trying not to trow up. He ate everything, that was one of the bravest things he's ever done. He was always like this, supporting his son, who seemed to finally have found something that he liked.

The year came to and end, as the next one and the one after that.

Ron was offered an auror job, he had dreamed about it at school, but now, now that he was older, now that he had seen so many horrible things that the wizards could do... Nah, it seemed like a child's dream, not something that he really would like, so he denied.

Ron took cooking and bakering classes while he was working with Jorge, it was nice. His cakes were becoming more and more famous around the wizard community, so he started to sell them at 23, when he moved from the Burrow, as a way to help paying the bills.

Hermione and Ron were dating now, they were sharing an confortable flat, Harry was happy for them and visited his friends always when he could.

Ginny and Luna were engaged and they hired Ron. The wedding was full with reporters and famous people, once his sister was the best Quiddich player ever (not that he would say it out loud).

Since then, his hobby became a little business, he saved money and opened a reataurant. It definetely wasn't how Ron thought his life would go, but now, with the doors closed, celebrating with his family while Hermione told them she was pregnant, he was happy.

[hannnana]

Finding my approach FOOD (need pics)

Flash of how food outcome was like: person feels around in their food – picks it apart  ( food becomes more abstract?) maybe it breaks down into the visceral sensor experience of the food + the branding in the food + its digestingand the mind reshpes it into a memory? Or the physical elements of the food reflect a memory -> person eats it, their sensory organs are transported bit by bit into their memories ?  Food reshapes your body and is shaped and reshaped through recollection.

Ref: how people have documented experience of eating food (how they document tastes texture smell)– etc. ratatouille

 My memories of food – how much importance ive placed on it – logging my life experiences through the snacks id have – looking into the mundane( little moments of fondness as opposed to special occasion foods? Food grounds my memories and thoughts

 Clashing of cultures food etiquette, when the common foods of diff societies and combined – intergration? A weird blend – signifies abrasion between the different cultures – how do we eat these combinations? Awkward food fusion? Symbolically marking a sudden change – clash of identity?  Visuals of a mixed meal time? What cultural food etiquettes juxtapose one another? Why do we have these rules on eating mannerisms?

 A maybe (probably not ?) : Because it’s a human necessity and has been irreversibly ingrained in our lives – we are very vulnerable to being mass controlled through food – it has happened in history, governmental control, dystopian twist?  Idea of control, restraint, abuse, need, want? Eating to live and living to eat ruling food or being ruled by it. self control? Letting the food consume you ( ironic) binge eating – eating disorders ( maybe ). 

Govn controlling, person controlling2 others person control another individual,  controlling food intake (dieting) , letting  food control you ( giving into cravings and urges) – food item spoiling you literally.

How do people in charge choose what to limit / remove for the food supply/ meal

Look into the cases inhistory and also prison time rules and treatment of food.

 Breaking down the steps of eating food through weird food habits? This could be a way to reveal different elements of the meal/ snack – change in experience?

 My relationship with food through out my life

– I still love it as much but I have a habit of leaving the last bit of food unless I really like it? weird rules / food habits how does this subconscious/ conscious decision reflect our Repetition in food – comfort and cravings, as soon as I fount a dish I liked id always order the same thing weeks in a row

Whydo we start craving food? What does choosing the same dish over and over again say about us? What weird food havits to people have? This can be seen as making eating a ritualistic situation. Does the reflect their approahcch to other situations? What are these a result of? How does that change our experinec with eating? can they be rationally explained ?

What rules govern the food we choose to share? How is food used as symbolism in film?

Packaging and presentation of food ( branding) preservation? Food to go– it’s the immediate before – the bit we unwrap of contextualise our snack or meals – it changes te feel and even taste sometimes – fancy presentations don’t always make it better, personally I find food in a vintage metal food box really enticing – its more personall, its packed to go – a piece of comfort. Our memories are technically a way we food packages an experience. – food is a package of memory.

How the setting of where its being sold affets our assumptions on its quality? Market vs supermarket vs local superstore. How do the people change your impression of the food? How does the packaging affect how we eat the food?

Where is food is being sold – how that changes our connection and understanding of it – changes significance

Novelty of very specific snacks? When very sepcialised equipment is made in order to create a dish

How is take away food packaged ( home made vs commercial) ? how does the xperiencing of unwrapping / unwralleing the exterior affect our anticipation and expectations? How do different cultures present and organise meals? What beliefs/ rules do they follow? How do they balance anticipation and reveal of the food?  How does the presence of branding affect the packaging? Organisation of snack foods in limited space – explore the novelty of

How deos watching the preparation of a meal affect the experience of it? human input vs machine input?

What specific feel do different types of food packaging offer as part of the eatning experinec?

Culture comparison through packaging style / branding

I really like casual packaging, simple yet distinct

  Food rules in different cultures and how they clash – what is perceived as “wrong”  because unconventional – deting in different cultures? ( probably not dieting)  - tastes of dishes work well but visuals unappetizing? Use the Gordon ramsey rendang chicken example.

Taboos and rules I food, - memory and association – rules born of the culture

The novelty of specialised cooking equipment – only makes one kind of thing – famous local snack. Street food feels more intimate and involved

 Familiarity vs clashes within food family home vs clash

When familiar food items of different cultres come together- they clash and become something new, often weird and awkward unles fused proffesionally . how do culuturlly different

 Food u don’t expect to see tgt vs what u expect

Backing to a rTelling stories of culture  through that - disorienting clash of cultures. Explore the cultures through contrasts in food visually and symbolically

Mixing the packaging of very different dishes – play with expectations and reveal

Reflect on my connection with food hows its changed and devolved into acceptance and escapism -

Taking time to enjoy and appreciate  good meals is someyhhing I have taken for granted

Back then I was so prviledged to have good food every meal, now im in the uk my dads side isn’t the best at cooking  + I cant get favourite dishes I had back in HK and Malaysia + I don’t have the skills or time to replicate it. ive become less picky with what I eat – instead of eating for pleasure , now its mostly out of necessity .. but also lts a moment of justified non productivity, a retreat from my problems.  it reflects my position in life.

My need to move and change home and how food is linked in that : hk – mostly eating out more memories of reataurant food – rmb buying a bunch of ready meals. Mum didn’t really cook much. Malaysia – balance of homecooked and restaurant food. Uk – 90% homecooked meals only eat out on special occasions.

Big shift of available cuisine when moving from msia to the uk – the food my dad and his family cooks were so tasteless and bland, also the hardest move cuz I becme so removed from my familiar places and I didn’t have the food items to comfort me . the food I ate would bring me further from home. – how do this big events in a persons life document a sense of rebellion

 How do key life transformations affect our attitude towards food?

[thewinterwaifu]

could you write headcanons for giorno meeting his sister for the first time? like maybe they had similar childhoods or talk about their shared father. thanks in advance!

Hope this is what you wanted me to go for!Also,slight part 6 spoilers and big ones for part 5

•Giorno is puzzled when he first finds her.So he is not the only kid Dio has had?Interesting...He is unaware there are some more out there

•He asks her about their father.Does she know something he doesn't or does Dio really dissappear,covering his tracks perfectly?He wonders if he can be found...

•They never got a childhood together and he has decided that he wants to fix that as soon as possible.He is determined to try and get to know her

•He takes her to whatever her favorite reataurant seems to be,so they can talk over some lunch.Or they can just get some ice cream

•He soon becomes very protective of his sister.If anyone plans to hurt her they will have to go through him first,and that's no easy feat

•This is especially true if they had a similat childhood.She didn't deserve what she had to go through...she won't let her be harmed again

•As the leader of the mafia,he makes sure she has a fancy suit and all she needs.She deserves to live the rest of her life the best that she can

•Mista is reaoly curious.Giorno has a sister?Where has she been this entire time?He is eager to get to know her,wondering if she is anything like her brother

•He lowkey interrumpts a bit sometimes.Giorno is just trying to make up for the lost time and talk to her sister and Mista just bumps it.But Giorno isn't mad.He laughs about it,he could never get mad at his friend Mista

[jetsettermac]

obon week: meiji jingu & tokyo met gov building

august 14, 2019

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on the fourth day mom and i went to the harajuku area and to tokyo metropolitan government building!

first stop was meiji jingu, a shrine inside yoyogi park. meiji jingu is one of tokyos most popular shrines, built in 1920 to honor emperor meiji and empress shoken. under emperor meijis rule japan was able to industrialize and modernize after its long isolation. hes basically the reason japan is the way it is today. i get the impression he is very beloved among japanese people. when you enter the shrine forest most of the sounds of the city disappear so its very peaceful and the walkways are very wide. the torii gate is big and made of wood so it really matches the surroundings. i really like this shrine even though its very new (rebuilt after it was destroyed in wwii).

afterward we walked into the harajuku area of shinjuku which is known worldwide as being a major fashion capital. harajuku is full of trendy shops and little back alleys and shopping streets like cat street, takeshita street, and most famously omotesando. we went to takeshita street to go to the pompompurin cafe for lunch but the line was so long. and the street was so full of people we almost couldnt move. so instead we found a reataurant called farms which had the BEST BURGER ive ever had in my LIFE. ive had dreams abt it! sooooo good.

then we headed to the hedgehog cafe where we both held lil hogs that curled up and fell asleep in our hands. we just sat there for the whole 30 min holding our little guys. it was the best 30 min ever. theyre so cute omg.

we also checked out omotesando...or we were going to before we saw the massive amount of people on the sidewalks. nope.

when that was done we went back to hotel to rest and then headed to tomyo metropolitan government building for some views. people know all abt skytree and tokyo tower but tmgb is less known. its taller than the tower and has two observatories that are FREE and open till 23:00! highly recommend going there if you want nice views without the hours-long wait to get tickets. we managed to make it in time for a bit of sunset which was my goal!

and finally we hoofed it to keio plaza for dinner, which is the hotel that hosted us new jets for orientation! it was nice showing that to my mom.

[oneoceandiving]

Mahalo @kimberry124756mina for diving with us and speaking out against shark finning 💙🦈 ・・・ i finally got to swim with sharks while i visited the beautiful island oahu hawaii its been one of my bucketlist seeing these beautiful sharks in person with no cage at open ocean just took my breath away i felt so overwhelmed to see the mother nature has to offer and so many people tend to waste them all i want you to know is people are killing 100 millions of sharks and sell thier fins as "shark fin soup" at chinese reataurant with such a high price you have no idea that how they treat in the ocean like they cut the fins off and keep the fins then dump the rest of the body into the ocean while they are alive.. you might have a bad image of sharks from movie such as "jaws" however sharks are needed for the health of ecosystem in the ocean since they are the top of the food chain they keep the ocean clean basically getting rid of the diseases they dont attack people on daily basis without sharks we dont know what would happen so please say no to the "shark fin soup" or anykinda sharks products. and what i like about @oneoceandiving is that they research and educate about whats really going on the marine life especially the sharks and also they are very familiar with diving and everything so i feel so safe during the tour! photo credit : @blakethompsonphoto safety diver : @andriana_marine (( im so sorry i forgot the other guy's name :( )) captain : @capt_shy and shout out to the co-founder @oceanramsey @juansharks サメについて間違った解釈をしていました。恐ろしい凶暴な生き物だと。 でも調べていくうちにそれは作られたイメージだと気づかされました。 なので実際に自分の目で見て肌で感じてみたいと思い見つけたツアーがここです。言い表すことが難しいですが、一言で言うならば、サメは海の生態系で大切な役割を担っています。海、自然、地球のバランスを保ってくれているのはサメだと言っても過言ではありません。 表現が難しいですが、中華料理にでてくるフカヒレは、ドメスティックバイオレンススープだと思います。ドメスティックはわたしたちの住む地球です。 このツアーにでて最近考えさせられるのは、SNSを意味のある活用をしてほしいってメッセージでした。美味しいものや美しいものを載せるのもいいけれど、同��に本当に大切なことをリマインドしてくれる、教育してくれるプラットフォームであってほしいです。 今回のハワイ旅ではまた新しい視点と広い視野と深い想いを醸成してもらい、少しだけパワーアップした気がします。 もっと長く息をとめてスキンダイビングができるようになりたいです。そう思った32歳の夏休みでした！ a' ole pilikia! (at North Shore, Haleiwa, Hawaii) https://www.instagram.com/p/B30Gl_UHb7x/?igshid=3r11sp6mqon7

[mydepressionblogyeet]

Sometimes i wonder if itd be better to quit my job instead of livig this hellhole life but. What else would i do. How would i make money.

Moreso. how would i have a career? i could get a million low paying jobs. or a reataurant job. But i need to make more than a bare minimum livable salary.

[kmp78]

"she evidently doesn’t know how to cook, it’s pathetic, she’s a complete ignorant, Jared is really pathetic to make his life a circus with this fool trolling around" I agree anon, I see exactly what you mean that Fakery doesn't know how to cook, maybe those pies are only props, hilarious really, how she has no clue.

How is that any kind of a measure for a woman?

"Fakery doesn't know how to cook"?

So fucking what?

This isn't 1953 anymore! People CAN survive without knowing how to whip up coq au vin from scratch and without a recipe.

Takeout and reataurants were invented for a reason.

[littlefeatherasswithwings]

So, I think it's time for an update.

I have a job. I temporary part-time job as a potwasher/kitchen staff in a reataurant/pub, but a job nonetheless. It's just for a while until I get a better one. Working 3 times a week right now, getting shitty paid but Hey, I get paid after all.

I've been to the doctors regarding my referral to a gender clinic a week ago. He said, had have to check my eligibility for NHS funds for therapy and will call me as soon as he knows more about it. So that's an ongoing process as well!

Life is good lately. It's calm. Structured with my shifts. And our relationship is strong.

Except when life isn't good. Which happened as well. A lot of low days sometimes. A lot of tears (for no apparent reasons).

Her family is coming to visit for this week today. We cleaned the entire house. Made plans as to what we gonna do, though I have to work tomorrow evening, so I'm not here for their dinner. Was rushing to finish their Christmas presents, so they can take them with them and we can save the postage as well.

It's gonna be a good end of the year after all.