Black American will say it "Can't Get 'Em Outta Ma' Head" (hehe gak penting banget sih).
You know what, it's been few days that the following items dancing in my mind and tantalizing my taste buds: Baby Back Ribs (whole slab), golden brown potato wedges and martabak duren (durian pancake) from Muara Karang, Jakarta, Indonesia.
Oh my God, I keep mentioning those heavenly food and I was quite amazed that I didn't dream of any of them. My sister (Black American will pronounce it sistah - ga penting lagi) suggested that I go to Kenny Rogers and got the full portion (NOT the martabak duren though) today.
But hey. Today is Friday. It's Lent season. Abstinence. Abstinence.
Good then, it will not only tighten my tummy but my bank account also.
I am hoping to be able to go back to Jakarta next June. Hoping to go to Bandung. Have only been there once for UnPar (Universitas Parahyangan)'s open house. I didn't really intend to apply there actually (first choice was NTU with no back up -- duh!) but because my whole gank (not that 'gank', just.. gank. well, you know what I mean.) went (out of 8 people, only two who seriously considered to apply actually). May be I have to persuade my brother (the handsome, smart, gorgeous, kind-hearted, God-loving, family-loving, too good to be true -- hopefully he'll read it... hey Ron, you know what I am implying) to drive me there (wuakakakakakkaak =D). I know even if he won't read it, he will know about it through other channel. I don't know what's there in Bandung, but I just heard (for zillions of time!!) that the food is heavenly there.
Surely I'll visit Grogol (NOT the Mental Institution) but the "Depot Surabaya" at Jln. Dr. Muwardi. I was overcame with envy when my sister (sistah) told me our mom (momma) brought her there after I flew off to Singapore. *grrrmmmmbbblll*
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