zung depression scale: A DAY AT THE MALL

Assalamualaikum....

Good morning to you, and you, and yes you too :]

How is everyone doing today?

It's actually still dark outside, twelve past five in the morning to be precise.

I honestly have been neglecting blogging, so sorry about it.

It seems like the windows of my imagination have been shut for a while, hehehhe. I'm such a brag.

There's good news. My sis-in-law is going to be interviewed tomorrow regarding the civil servant job vacancy at the Trade Ministry. She is not only excited about it, but also does she feel so nervous about what it will be like. I was told that there would be four interviewers, and there's also a possibility the interview would be in English, thus she is a bit stressed out. Insya Allah she'll do well, Amin.

And me, hum I don't know. There is no announcement yet. So I'll just have to wait.

Last Sunday, we had our lunch at D'Cost, and it was seriously tummy filling. Most of my family members are Indonesian food lovers, especially mom. She or her tongue doesn't adapt with KFCs or McDonalds or any type of Japanese food very well. Her preference always goes to a typical Indonesian meal; rice with either fish or chicken, tofu, soybean cake (tempe), soup, ground chili (sambal ulek), and raw veggies. Whereas I and my two brothers can eat almost anything. Well even though I have never heard of my two siblings wanting to have sushi or ramen noodles or vegetable salad. And for my daughter, we kinda have noticed that Kei is more or less like her grandmother. She isn't really into sugarcoated donuts or pizza or spaghetti or burger. She eats whatever my mother eats, which goes around traditional Indonesian snacks and meals. I enjoy most types of foods, except the ones I find disgusting, strange, and the haram ones. I love sushi, udon noodles, gado-gado (Indonesian veggies with peanut sauce), karedok (similar to gado-gado but with raw veggies), shabu-shabu, steak, curry, spicy and sour dishes, nearly anything.