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STOMOCH REGRET

My stomoch needs rest.
I was going to go home straight from work last night, since I was tired from drinks & girls talk & late back home after blue note on the day before.
But right before I started getting ready to leave the office, my boss called me to come to this West African restaurant which is located right behind our office.
It's a new restaurant and not officially open yet.
They had a pre-open function with only invited guests. The owner of this restaurant has been working in the tourism industry for a long time and he is like a pioneer of African tourism.
Actually I didn't feel like going, because I was really tired and didn't wanna drink or eat out. I missed my mom's handmade cook.... especially my stomoch was longing for homey tender taste...
However, this was like a mandatory command from my boss, so I went there just to check the place, and was going to leave within an hour.

Once I entered the restaurant, I fell in love with the interior decorations.
The wall and ceilings are decorated with dried gourds imported from Western Africa, and they are used as lamps that fills up the room with warm lights.
I wasn't expecting such a great atmosphere in this restaurant, and I suddenly felt so excited at the location of this restaurnat that allows me to visit anytime I want after work! Yay!
It didn't take me more than 1 minute to decide to be a regular visitor of this restaurant. I liked it that much.

Also the staffs working as cooks or waiters are very friendly.
I must say that I feel comfortable with the frankness and the sociability of black african people.
Also one of the guy who was working as a waiter was in suits.
Black guy in suits.... my god, that always seduces me!
I have no idea why, but I always think black guys in suits look so so so sexy, even unfairly.
Ok, this is going to be my favorite place!

So I stayed there much much longer than I was going to.
And yeah I had good drinks in glorious mood, which was not my original intention...
but I can't stop myself, coz I was having such a good time in the pleasing place... ahhh this is my bad bad habit, I know that.
I'm so bad at stopping myself to get hyperactive when having a good time...
God, my stomach is feeling terrible. don't wanna get drunk anymore tonight.
I jsut wanna have a peaceful sleep and some good healthy food....

posted by junkoba @ 7:17 PM