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Japanese soba noodle, with white onion, seaweed, and sweet and savory braised beef.
I mixed a raw egg into the soup and dipped the soba noodles in it.
#Lunch #Soba #JapaneseFood
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jun😈💜
おはようGRAVITYa late-riser dropping in lol
gmorrrrrrrrrーーー,
MAD LUV 2 my Gra buds rite there!!!!
☂️
💜も…昼やん~[びっくり]
おそようォォォォ 🌥️
グラ友ぉ!! ☁️
finally temp dipped below 30°C
from today no more 30s in the forecast
plus it poured crazy n rain cleared up rn
cloudy af
hella cool OMG ~ ☁️
遂に30度きったどぉ
昨日を最後に予報から30の数字消えた~
しかも土砂降っての今の
この雨上がりだし
曇ってるし
メチャクチャ涼しいィィィー?!
#English #英語
1560
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At this point my mentality has dipped so low that I can’t even see what’s the point in believing that he would do better, he acts like money grows on
Times when i tell him not to and gamble the money because we don’t have money he would just go behind my back and go, I tell him just tell me when he does but he doesn’t and still go
I feel like everytime I give him money his just laughing his ass off because how easy it is
Then when I confront to him about it he would brush it off and he would say sorry
What the point of saying sorry when all your gonna do is do it again? If you think you were wrong for what you did isn’t it fair to change and do better next time?
But then again it’s also my fault for constantly giving him a second chance and forgiving him thinking he would do better because I forgave him
I’m really tried
I’m so frustrated that I just cry about it because no matter how many times I try to talk to him about it he would never change
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kinta
馬刺しもお寿司もとても美味しかったですが、1番美味しかったものはお鍋でした！たっぷりのニンニクと一緒に食べて、最後はお蕎麦。このお蕎麦がたまらなく美味しくて4人で行ったんだけどなんと7人前も注文しちゃいました。蕎麦はニンニクの風味が残る鍋のタレと溶き卵で食べるんだけど絶品。何気に焼肉まで食べてお値段1人7,000円と神コスパでした。
This is a horse meat specialty restaurant in Tamachi. Two trips to Tamachi in a row guess I really love this place!
The horse sashimi and sushi were both amazing, but the best dish was definitely the hot pot. We ate it with plenty of garlic, and for the finale, we had soba noodles. These soba noodles were so incredibly good that even though there were only four of us, we ended up ordering seven portions!
The soba is dipped in the garlicky hot pot broth with a raw egg, and it was absolutely divine. Oh, and we even had yakiniku on top of all that. The total? Just ¥7,000 per person unbeatable value!
45jun😈💜
今日ね… 秋の気配感じたぁ!
さっきの投稿にコメ沢山もらったぉ〜♪
こんな感じぃ
💭 💭 💭 💭 💭
Yup yup~ could hear the autumn bugs chirpin’ too.
(o^o^)o ｳﾝｳﾝ♪ 秋の虫も鳴いてましたよ
💭 💭
Nights r kinda chill rn~
If I keep windows shut, just a fan’s enough, no AC needed
Night fishin’ feels just right.
夜は少し涼しいよ〜
閉め切らなきゃ扇風機使って
エアコンいらない
夜釣りも丁度いい感じ
💭 💭
Lowkey feelin’ the autumn pollen vibes too… even tho it’s still hot.
秋花粉の波動を感じてます。
暑いけど
💭 💭
Daytime’s still a no-go
But nights? Perfect for a lil stroll.
昼間はまだアカン
夜は散歩出来るくらいですね
💭 💭
Mornin’ & evenin’s feel fairly fresh
Hope u have a chill, lovely night~
Nighty night.
朝晩は涼しげに感じます
ゆっくり素敵な夜を過ごしてね
おやすみなさい
💭 💭
Earlier today, after the sun dipped…
It got suuuper nice n’ cool~
今日ね、日が暮れたあと
とっても涼しかったよ〜
💭 💭
……Thx SOOOOO much for all the lovely reactions, y’all!! [ハートポーズ]
……みんな素敵なリアクション[ありがと]〜!!
#おやすみなさい #English #英語
#英会話 #秋の気配
462jun😈💜
“見た目も声も知らないのに, こんなに惹かれるのって何!?”
💭 💭 💭
Oh…
kinda get this vibe… maybe I’ve felt it b4
あ…
この感じ…なんかわかるかも
Back on SNS…
never even saw their face
but got mad drawn to em…
以前SNS上で…
顔もわからないのに
強く惹きつけられたことある…
Had a voice u just can’t forget…
not even like some hot voice or smth
but as we kept talkin…
one sec I realized
they just kept growin in my heart…
一度聞いたら忘れない声してて…
別にイケボってわけでもないと思う
ただ話してるうちに…
ある時ふっと気づけば
どんどん勝手に存在が大きくなっていて…
It’s not all their voice
not all their looks
not even their age
but the vibe they’ve got…
you can totally feel it even if u never meet
and it hits u like ur actually there
blazin af
声でもなく
姿形でもなく
年齢でもなく
その人の持つオーラは
実際に会わなくても感じることができるし
実際にあってるかのように燃え上がる
It freaked me out…
so one day, I just dipped
怖いと思った…
で ある日 逃げた
#English #英語
59
なな
A journey across lands, within a heart.
I set off on a quiet journey, alone.
A soul in search—
for something unseen,
something lost within.
In Japan,
the soft chorus of autumn insects
followed the footsteps
of evening walks with my dog.
The air was clear,
crisp as glass,
and the rice fields whispered—
leaves rustling like distant waves,
waiting patiently
for harvest time to come.
Golden stalks, heavy with life,
bowed low,
as if listening
for the right moment to be released.
In the Philippines,
the sea shimmered in endless blue.
From Cebu to Malapascua,
then El Nido—
I chased the edge of the horizon.
I dove beneath the surface,
hoping the depths might answer me.
But what I was searching for
remained quiet,
somewhere beyond coral and salt.
Kalanggaman—
an uninhabited island
shaped like a kiss
between two drifting shores.
I whispered to the wind,
“One day,
I want to camp here with you.”
In Thailand,
on Khaosan Road,
I followed the map scribbled
in Lonely Planet’s margins.
Pad Thai sizzled,
foreign voices filled the air—
it hardly felt like Asia at all.
Or perhaps,
a Western village
planted in Southeast soil.
Like a scene from The Beach,
neon and nostalgia intertwined.
From Bangkok’s alleys,
I drifted south
toward Phuket’s waiting coast.
In Vietnam,
ao dai whispered through humid air,
pho steamed in quiet bowls,
and sudden rain
washed away even the noise.
I quarreled with a motorbike driver,
then laughed,
alone on a borrowed scooter
chasing the perfect bánh mì
through night markets
alive with spice and neon.
From Da Nang to Hoi An,
the road curled like smoke—
and the noodles I ate alone
tasted like courage.
In Bali,
the night chanted with fire.
Kecak dancers circled flame,
and I lay beneath a net,
dreaming in whispers.
I met my mother,
shared mint cucumber water,
and let time soften
what silence could not.
Spa hands pressed memory into skin.
Coconut paths led to Ubud,
where an amaryllis bloomed
quietly in a rice terrace—
as if it, too,
had been waiting.
In the Maldives,
spices clung to the air—
saffron, cumin, memory.
I wandered the morning market,
and in the mosque’s quiet breath,
wrapped myself in stillness
and modesty.
Malé felt too small
for the loneliness I carried.
Even land seemed to shrink
beneath the weight in my chest.
On Maafushi,
romance shimmered
just out of reach.
Stingrays in the shallows
played near my feet—
but the rendezvous
never reached my soul.
In Istanbul,
gulls cried over the Bosphorus,
and the wind tasted like salt and scripture.
At Hagia Sophia,
bells echoed in my ribs,
and a cup of tea
warmed something
colder than skin.
The bazaar twisted like a dream,
each alley a whisper
of spice and silk.
I felt both lost and found,
held in the hum of ancient prayers.
In Paris,
light fell gently
on bowls of pho
and broken mornings.
A stranger—madame—
offered me kindness.
When she said au revoir,
my eyes betrayed me.
Her kiss on my cheek
was the kind of goodbye
that aches for a lifetime.
At Sacré-Cœur,
I surrendered
to a grief I hadn’t named—
let it spill like stained glass
onto the quiet hill.
In Italy,
a single rose bloomed
on the table beside my risotto.
I watched pizza spin
in the hands of artisans
who touched the dough
like a living thing.
Warm laughter filled the streets—
a kindness without question.
In Spain,
tapas flickered beneath golden lights.
Gaudí’s stones reached for the sky,
and I coughed quietly
into thyme tea
as the sun dipped behind
Barcelona’s silhouette.
In Hungary,
steam curled from bathhouse tiles,
and friendship stirred
like the first warmth
after a long frost.
But fever came.
And so did silence.
I lay still in a guesthouse bed,
feeling eyes that saw me
as something other.
Even kindness
had a border that day.
In Morocco and Jordan,
I followed the scent of saffron
through souks that twisted like vines.
Tajine reminded me of home.
The kindness of strangers,
rooted in the Qur’an,
wrapped around me like linen.
In mountain towns dyed blue,
I shrank into myself—
then slowly breathed again
in the calm of dry air
and starlit nights.
What I searched for—
I never found.
Not in the oceans,
not in the prayers,
not in the heat or the hunger.
But in every step,
something remained.
The scent of mint and sea,
the rhythm of unknown tongues,
the silence after parting—
they live inside me now.
I returned
with nothing in my hands,
but everything
in my heart.
What was missing
was never meant
to be found—
It was meant
to be felt.
And now,
it blooms quietly
inside me—
like a flower
no one else sees.
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