I’m a weekend houseplant: water me, stream a movie, let me photosynthesize. But next month’s about to chew me Part Time, study, repeat,
In conclusion, I gave myself a rare Saturday night pass.
Plan A: Sanur Festival (24-28 Sept, Maisonette, Inna Grand Bali Beach).
Reality: wall-to-wall humans.
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We admired the crowd, said “woah,” and… left. (Introverts call this cardio.)
Plan B: find wifi + chair and pretend a talent scout will “discover” me while I refresh nothing.
We landed at Roppan. I debated ramen vs bento and chose chaos:
Beef ramen: tastes like the multiverse where I didn’t go to Japan. Miss you, Osaka broth.
Choco Chizu & Chibi Berry: for my sweet-toothed friend.
Peach tea: sweet-but-sour; my brand.
Tokyo milk tea: friend’s,we share custody.
Matcha ice cream: emotional support.
Damage: about IDR 100K for the table. Bread (パン) slaps;
Ramen… I’m filing an appeal.
Meanwhile I’m still auditioning for “girl who knows makeup.”
Current results: less “stunning,” more “circus intern on break.”
But tonight the eyeliner mostly behaved, so I took 47 selfies like a responsible adult.
Micro-moments (aka captions)
- “Sanur was so crowded we celebrated from the parking lot.”
- “Roppan for the free wifi and the false hope.”
- “Beef ramen, but make it a personality test I failed.”
- “Matcha: the only man who never disappoints me.”
- “OOTD: trying. Face: also trying.”
Weekend summary: festival (almost), ramen (mid), matcha (hero), selfies (excessive).
Next month I’ll be married to my assignments again, but tonight I touched grass, a chair, and a spoon. Progress.
Happy weekend everybody ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
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