I must admit three things:
- These pics are ancient.
- I am chronically lazy at uploading.
- My phone screamed “storage full,” so… enjoy this post while I delete everything like a responsible adult.
Daily Sweet = a dessert-first café dressed like a European daydream: florals, pastels, and 100% “ngopi cantik” energy.
It’s perfect for girls’ catch-ups, photo spam, and pretending you live inside a macaron.
I only had one day here, so I used it to… reboot my brain. (Very scientific. #idkwhatiwassaying)
Balcony mood
6th floor view = palm trees and that quiet “you-should-be-relaxing” breeze. I took 57 photos and lovingly committed 56 to the recycle bin.
Growth.
Confession: I’ve flown overseas but barely explored my own backyard.
Someone asks “How’s Indonesia?” and my brain goes, “I live in… Bali?”
#tolong #digebukinorangindo
So I fixed it (a little).
I had a quick work trip to Yogyakarta and squeezed in temples between chaos.
In-flight fuel
Exams: allegedly “fine.” Motivation to attend class afterward: missing, presumed chilling on a beach. So we celebrated survival with dinner on an anak kost budget, obviously.
GOOD MORNING! reporting live from Denpasar’s surface-of-the-sun mode.
My sweat has unionized.
If you hear a sizzling sound, that’s me.
Contemplated the Ice Bucket Challenge but i’m too lazy to buy that much ice.
Also briefly considered wearing a bikini everywhere, but I don’t need “Bikini Ikkel” as my legal alias yet.

Found: a cool hideout
Angelique Shiraki French Pastry - Jl. Veteran No. 11A, Denpasar.
Good evening!
Landed in Yogyakarta for a 48-hour errand run. Zero time for Malioboro (I know… tragic).
It rained, the air was soft, and for once I wasn’t melting like I do in Bali.
Bless.



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