Christmas Decoration
I’m obsessed with Christmas decorations in malls. Yes. While some people reminisce about candlelit church masses or cozy family gatherings, my core holiday memories revolve around something far more glamorous (and artificial)—mall decor.



As a kid, it wasn’t the nativity scenes that stuck with me but the glittery ornaments hanging from ceilings, the relentless jingles blasting through the speakers, and cafes suddenly morphing into snow-filled wonderlands. Never mind that the “snow” was just cotton wool—it worked its magic anyway.



This year? The malls did not disappoint. Between the over-the-top displays, the infectious music, and the vibe that practically screamed “Baby Jesus is so famous” my inner holiday fanatic was more than satisfied.



Alex G
Seriously Matcha

Lately, I’ve had multiple encounters with ceremonial-grade matcha. The sellers had solid branding, the price made sense for the experience they were selling, and everything about it seemed promising. Turns out, my taste buds are basic, and they prefer their matcha mainstream.
As a non-coffee drinker and non-alcoholic, matcha is my go-to drink. So naturally, I thought leveling up to ceremonial grade would be the logical next step. Nope. My tongue, ever the peasant, wasn’t impressed.
Oden

My first Oden experience- loved it! Even though I had a slight brain glitch confusing oden with odeng (I blame Kania). Let me tell you, this is exactly what I mean when I say the perfect snack: variety, balance, and just the right portion. I’ve been romanticizing oden ever since indulging in Tokyo Midnight Diner, Izakaya Bottakuri, and Samurai Gourmet.
The Helper Lady: Mbak Umi

She isn’t technically responsible for my daily meals, but every now and then, she brings over food—either her own cooking or something from her neighbors or relatives. Pure Sundanese kampung-style magic. Simple, hearty, and hands-down the best.
Also, the daily gossip that comes with it. Her favorite topic was her kids’ school—everything from the teachers to the school’s administration. I have a suspicion that because she knows I used to teach at a university, she sees me as some kind of smarty-pants. She often asks for my insights, like, “Is this normal for schools to behave like this?” It’s oddly endearing.