An Indonesian Texas Guy

Texas Delivery Man

Today was the first time Texas Fried Chicken delivered the food late. I starved as I was chatting with Susan, wondering where's my dinner :) Then suddenly the delivery man called and said that he got lost because the manager who received my order wrote down my address wrongly. So normally it takes them 45 minutes to deliver the food, but today, it took like 90 minutes.

But glad that eventually he arrived. Safe and sound, with a big smile on his face :)

Actually I'm sick of fast food fried chicken, but I had no choice since there's nothing in the fridge I can cook. My soto mie also hasn't come yet, no idea where's Reza. Hehe. Last night Danny still talked about his favorite noodle ever in Chinatown which made me suffer since it's after midnight and I'm super sensitive every time anyone talk about food. My tummy connects my mind so well, and it growls sadly every time it feels like eating...

TFC

I ordered 3 pieces of chicken and a piece of chicken liver. I ate a piece of chicken and the liver, so I still have 2 more pieces of chicken which I will eat tomorrow for my lunch and dinner :)

I think I were a cannibal in previous life. I was born in the year of rooster, I shouldn't eat chicken as much as I do. Eating chicken means eating my own "people".

I'm waiting for Indonesian Idol on TV in less than 30 minutes.

I can't describe how I feel now. I think it's more sad than happy, but not really sad. Just hopeless and sad. Not hopelessly sad :)

So it's not really bad.