Bakso I have to admit that my love for cooking is growing. It's growing and I can't believe it myself. This feeling has been like this since probably two years ago. Before, cooking felt like a hard work that I had to fulfill. It still is, but the difference is I enjoy it now. So it does not feel like I am forcing myself. Back then whenever I cooked, it's either wrong recipe or incorrect measurement. It never tasted right. So I gave up cooking just because I never found the right one. And then I started to feel that I wanna eat better. I don't want to just eat whatever, I want to know what goes into my body. If I prepare it myself, then I know it's good one. I don't eat too much sugar, sometimes it is hard to buy one thing outside and has a lot of sugar in it. So cooking it myself will allow me to control the amount of sugar. So I found recipes and I tried to make them. As to my surprise, they taste right! Exactly how they should have tasted. That made me happy
Well.. hari sabtu malem saya habiskan dengan sahabat saya. They have to manage something and talk about everything. Jadi ya kita meet up trus sempet nangis-nangisan (lagi) 10 menit kemudian ngakak-ngakak ga henti. Maklum ngobrolnya sama anak AB. If you get what I mean. Cuman mikir aja sih, is our connection that strong? Eventhough we haven’t talk for years but we can finally found our shelves within 30 mins? What a wow aja sih Kita di Jogja selama sabtu minggu aja sih. Kebetulan tesnya hari minggu jam 11 siang sampe jam 4. Super nanggung kan. Udah tesnya lamaaaaa eh susahhhhh bener. Rasanya seolah ‘masa iya sih drama ku dari kemaren berlanjut sampe hari ini????’ dan emang iya berlanjut. A bit feel better setelah mewek pas berangkat, trus saya nggak beli tiket balik ke Surabaya. Pikirnya kan si temen ini langsung balik ke Malang dan kita berdua ke Surabaya. Yaudah lah beli tiketnya nanti aja. Masih belom jelas juga kan. Nah ternyata pas dia nanya, ya tak bilang