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Someone's lunchbox for tomorrow. I enjoy making these. Lunchboxes, I mean. Someone tries to stop me from adding more rice most of time. I tell them I add more to make it look neat and compact, and they don't have to eat all of it if they don't want to... but they always do! So, please stop telling me how to make your baon! LOL. A co-worker of theirs saw one of these once and said it was cute.

This is someone's lunchbox for tomorrow. My tummy rumbled this morning. It woke me up. After going to the toilet, I went back to bed. It rumbled again this afternoon. By dinnertime, I felt OK. I feel OK as I'm writing this. Something lingers though: a taste in my mouth or a hollow feeling in my belly. I ate well tonight so I know it's not hunger. We toasted bread that I munched on too, if just to "absorb" anything oily in there, if there's any.