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5, Jalan Bintaro Utama I, 12330, Kota Jakarta Selatan, Daerah Khusus Ibukota Jakarta, ID Indonesia
contactos teléfono: +62 21 73881341
mapa e indicacionesLatitude: -6.2711818, Longitude: 106.757596
Julijanta Gunawan
::Old shopping mall in Bintaro area. You can find Hero supermarket, Cahaya fashion store, some computer shops & handphone beside foods (Bakso Malang Karapitan, BakmiGM, Bebek Dower, etc).
Ingrid Kusumendah Hatmosroyo
::I went to Superindo supermarket, it's not big but I can almost find everything with competitive price and fresh veggie also fruits
indra wiranti
::came here because there is a supermarket called superindo. they have good selections of fruits. price is normal. and friendly staff
Jorr Levec
::To be, or not to be, that is the question: Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles And by opposing end them. To die—to sleep, No more; and by a sleep to say we end The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks That flesh is heir to: 'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wish'd. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream—ay, there's the rub: For in that sleep of death what dreams may come, When we have shuffled off this mortal coil, Must give us pause—there's the respect That makes calamity of so long life. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time, Th'oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely, The pangs of dispriz'd love, the law's delay, The insolence of office, and the spurns That patient merit of th'unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, To grunt and sweat under a weary life, But that the dread of something after death, The undiscovere'd country, from whose bourn No traveller returns, puzzles the will, And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, And thus the native hue of resolution Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, And enterprises of great pitch and moment With this regard their currents turn awry And lose the name of action.
Dora Wulandari
::There superindo supermarket, KFC and uduk rice resto you can stopped by