🌞 Since When Do You Need A Tan to Get a Bule?
Let’s talk about one of those random, “did-they-really-just-say-that?” moments. Because sometimes, people just open their mouths and remind you why sarcasm was invented. So, picture this: a few weeks ago, someone looked at me and said, “Eh, Mis Elista sekarang kok agak gelap ya? Menghitamkan diri ya?” I blinked. Twice. Because, honestly, what kind of question is that? As if “menghitamkan diri” is a hobby on my weekend to-do list, right next to “buy groceries” and “manifest world peace.” I told him it’s probably because I’ve been swimming again. You know, that healthy thing humans do in the water? I swim at noon sometimes, under the full power of Bali’s sun. It’s not a crime, it’s a workout. But he didn’t stop there. He added with full confidence, “Yeah, because there’s this girl too, she’s darkening her skin to get a bule.” Ah yes, of course. The sacred secret to international romance: SPF zero and a two-hour sunbath. Because apparently, melanin is the new matchmaking app. Seriously, s...