六本木パン a.k.a ロッパン

2:23 PM

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. 
If you curious with sanur festival you could see here
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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