Early morning hangs with the trio — Geldart's Yujin, Rushforth's Yujin, Luevine's Yujin — still half-asleep but already starving, so they stepped out to cure that pagi-pagi kelaperan at the nearest warteg.

Everyone pulled up in their own vibe: clean mirror selfies, soft hair, comfy fits, all looking like an unplanned OOTD lineup. Nothing fancy, just that cool, effortless energy you get when you're too hungry to think but still somehow serving looks. Even though they’re literally just hunting for rice, sambal, and whatever lauk still warm on the tray.

And of course, the mbak warteg was already eyeing them like, “lah ini anak-anak baru bangun tidur kok gaya semua.” But she still piled their plates like usual — half rice, half guilt, full love. The mbak sent them off with that classic “jangan kebanyakan gaya tapi makan yang bener” look. They paid, said thanks, and walked out — still hungry for life, but at least no longer hungry for rice.

This weekend on Pangrango just hit different. it was me, Jonash, Nchit, and Eben, up there above all the noise like life finally slowed down for us. The city felt a million miles away, and for once it was just our laughs, dumb inside jokes, and those late-night-energy conversations you only say when the sky feels close enough to touch. At one point I watched them walk ahead and it hit me in the chest, they’re not the tiny kids I used to boss around anymore. They’re growing up, and I’m proud as hell, but low-key terrified too. Wild how a mountain can remind you what actually matters. Grateful for this climb, this view, and for us. 🏔️ #PangrangoPeak
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