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Stan IMed me this morning: “did you read New York Times this morning? it says that domestic turtles are wrecking havoc in Central Park!” of course he was kidding. how much trouble can two little turtles do? gullible me, i went to NYT site and checked the front page anyway.

stan is leaving for Vermont to pursue medical career (Med School!) this weekend. so today, i offered him and cia to have Indonesia dinner in chinatown. it’s this tiny restaurant that i never remember the name of located in the middle of chinatown. you have to go downstairs to get to the restaurant. i would never find it if no one showed it to me. but the food is delicous and authentic.

the whole time we were sitting on the table, the people in the counter keeps staring at Cia and whispering to each other. Cia was like, why are they looking at me like that? as we were leaving the restaurant, the guy in the counter thank us for coming, and facing cia, he said “terima kasih!” (that means, thank you.) cia, who has no clue at what he was saying, just walked out and ignored him. ari and i smiled at him, but he didn’t bother to look at us and kept staring at cia. ari finally said kembali, which means you’re welcome, and the guy was like (in indonesian) oh, so you’re indonesian too! we then explained to him that ari and i are the indonesians, while cia and stan aren’t.

the guy gave us this weird face and pointing to cia, “lha, yang itu bukan orang indonesia? saya pikir dia yang dari indonesia (oh, that one isn’t indonesian? i thought she was the indonesian one)…. “

the thing is, after countless of times ari and i went to that restaurant, they have never greeted is in Indonesian. heck, we didn’t even know that the guy was indonesian until tonight (thanks to cia). i guess, cia looks much more indonesian than ari and i do.