the widjaja's, korean BBQ

(this is a super late post, i know, seeing as my birthday is on the 10th of feb, and the korean BBQ is like hm, a few days before/after that i can't remember. so sorry for this pending-ness and my obvious procrastination, but as you know, alot's on my plate and even until now i still can't finish big chunks of the meat and veggies and mashed potatoes plus gravy with a spoonful of mushroom. i am not hungry, no, but if you're wondering, i am still on that attasila practice, aka fasting.)

so much to say, oh so much!

first, let me introduce you to the widjaja's. the third gen to live in indonesia (jakarta) or to be more precise, in NON-China parts. i've got not a bad blood with chinese or anything, seeing as i am of quite an untarnished chinese roots, but yes, i am kinda racist in a way. against what? oh wells, i'll tell ya later. when the time is right, place is right..... and readers right.

i've got a total of 7 cousins, and that's 9 grandkiddies from my paternal side, including my sister and i. all of the nine of us are so DANG unique in our own way; i can almost feel like everyday is gonna be a HOT 7 stars drama if we were to star in a TV show. heck, make way big bang theory losers!



heck, i don't have a current picture of us all together. guess when we took the super-rare some, none of us really got around uploading them. do you know this thing with me and pictures? i love taking them, oh, more so modeling in them, but uploading? uh-oh *fingers shake a shake shake left to right* i am not your man.

here's the thing, bibes: (sick of writing in point form or numbered form, i realise i've been doing that quite ALOT lately).

among us, of course there's me. complicated as i am. brilliant as i am. adorable as i am.
and here's my sister, the devil-may-care, complex little being, who kinda makes me go round in circles trying to figure out WHAT she really is.
there is another devil-may-care type, who the family calls the myself-ish girl.
then, the boy. THE boy. golden heart, troubled, super nice, boy-type boy. innocent, indeed, and kinda sad. had a family history. the one everybody loves, everybody tries to get close with. well, except for maybe the devil-may-care's.
next, the A-list girl. rich rich and priviledged, nice carefree girl, indeed, not BOSSY, a sure to be socialite.
another girl, the scapegoat. nice straightforward SMART kid, she is, and quite fun in a westernised way.
then, the tomboy, nosy one. funny that one, but not so likeable, if you get those types. kinda an annoying bastard.
then the other boy. not a brill, a far cry from a jenius. kind hearted, and well SUPER innocent (i mean, does he have a choice to NOT be?!). also kinda annoying. GAWD.
and another little kiddy boy, who isn't yet significant enough to be mentioned in this post.

and now you wonder why do i share all this, despite my apparent reluctance to actually share this kind of intimate detail to anyone? and i do hope my kinda abstract description is plausible to comprehend. it's because, really, i think in some twisted way, my family represents almost all of the types of people that exist in this world. the different personalities, different attitudes, different perceptions. different lives. we may not be as united as i would like to be (like Manchester United united), but hey, i just know we'll stick around when the going gets tough. we have different lives, sure, but i think we can get to the sticky-as-glue stage, in time. most of us, at least. it just takes time.

and for my 17th, we had dinner together, well plus my parents and aunties and uncles in this korean restaurant GAHYO. expensive super. but good, super. i love love that restaurant. i always feel like eating till i can no more eat, till my stomach literally feels like it can take no more. i LOVE bulgogi (beef), dolsot bibimbap (rice with vegs and meat and egg), galbi (especially) and even the kimchi or the side dish. GOSH my mouth is watering. the meaty consistency, the grease as it slides on your tounge and the gooey feel as the meat melts in your mouth. oh GOD. heaven.







and for your info, yeah we had this rapsberry-ish soju that ROCKED! we three girls love it, and though it tasted kinda unfamiliar and wrong at first, we just kept pouring till that's it, i'm HOOKED! i almost feel wine-ddicted for a few weeks, and kept on having alcohols. but mom and dad made me promise not to. *sigh* i wanna try BAILEY's! and i wanna have another feast like.... that. geez, what a way to make me feel hungry!