Here not only to share food pics, but also to announce something 
In case you donโt knowโor have forgottenโmy OPT was approved a while back and I was issued a document that allows me to work in the US. The thing is that youโre only allowed a maximum of 90 days of unemployment during your initial OPT term. Iโve been getting job interviews and have progressed to the third round with one of the roles I applied to, but time was ticking dangerously close. My friends and family were all very worried that I would be forced to leave 
what made things harder was that only degree-relevant roles were allowed. Since I graduated with a degree in engineering, I couldnโt just hustle at Starbucks while looking for a more appropriate jobโthatโd be grounds for deportation if I did that 
Late last week, with only a handful of unemployment days left, I went out to eat. It was cold outside, I was hungry, and I just wanted something warm and filling. I popped by Minyoli for some noodles to keep me warm. I got a mug of roasted iron goddess tea as well.
The meal wasnโt bad; it was very warming and filling indeed. The beef in the noodle soup was especially tender. But with all the stress, I couldnโt even smile at dinner. I was trying to not cry in public 
Later, it became Sunday, the day before my deadline. I was so stressed that I asked one of my write night friends if he had time to hang out. We met at a tea shop called TBaar, and since I hadnโt eaten anything that day, I ordered some Taiwanese popcorn chicken in addition to an order of brown sugar boba milk tea.
We talked for a while about a lot of things, and before we both knew it, it became a mutual venting session. It was very cathartic. He did have to head home in the evening to call his mom and write some more, and I had to go to church too, but before we parted, he gave me a hug and expressed that he truly hopes that Iโll be able to stay.
Well, guess what? On Monday, the very last day, your girl managed to secure a last-minute, degree-relevant, remote internship! 
And to celebrate, my friends and I went to Little Bad Wolf. I got the steak-frites this time :3 if you remember my previous posts, Iโve eaten here twice before.
Horrible angle, I know, but man was that last bit so stressful 
when the waitress swung by the first time to ask if weโd like anything to drink to start, my Viet friend used my celebration as a reason to order alcohol. My other friend from write night joked: โWeโll drink for you!โ
Yes, I am old enough to drink. I just choose not to ยฏ_(ใ)_/ยฏ funnily enough, one of my good friends is the โdrunk uncleโ of the piano club with a reputation for downing bottles of soju.
Oh, and speaking of which, this was the first time any of my college friends and my write night friends got together. My legally blind write night friend introduced himself to my Viet friend and explained that because of his condition, he might not be able to hold eye contact but instead may look at the forehead or around the chin. My Viet friend blurted out: โSo how do you walk?โ
Luckily, my blind friend took no offense. Instead, he remarked: โI see why youโre Stellaโs friend.โ
That was one of the funniest things said that night. And while we did have to get going because my write night friends had work the following day, we shared a lot of laughs and toasted to my being able to stay in the US legally for a little longer 