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Hi! I was wondering what you meant by "I read YA" for day 20 in the July challenge? I read through the FAQ page but couldn't find anything about this specific challenge :/ <3

Hello. “I read YA” stands for ‘I read Young Adult’ (novels). Take a picture of a young adult novel that you enjoy.

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Saturday we wake up and head to the village that Dewa was born. I have not slept enough. I’m dehydrated. I feel the adventures of Lovina in my face. Nonetheless, we hop in the van and head out. The grad girls got the van to ourselves so that was pretty rad (not that we don’t like Paige, we just rather have more room, and we’re a cliché of six). I slept most of the way, if not the whole way, to Dewa’s village. We arrived at the home of his mother and brothers. We basically just chilled in the “yard” and feasted on all these random fruits, snacks and desserts Dewa kept bringing out of the woodworks. We also got to see how coconut oil is made from scratch. It was pretty cool but we weren’t really doing anything and I craved to be back on the van sleeping.

On our way home we stop at this pier that used to be the major port into Bali. It was once heavily occupied by the Dutch which is still reflected by the architecture in the area. This port is a major historical site that sits on a black sand beach. Between being tired and Dewa being a soft speaker, I missed a lot of the history lesson. We were allowed to walk around for a few minute so Swella, Ian, Patrice, and I walked towards the town. Swella notices a Mosk and decides she wants to go in and crosses the street to do so. Patrice heads back leaving Ian and I to watch as Swella exchanges words with some man and is lead into the building. We’re both stunned. We don’t feel comfortable leaving her behind so we wait until she reappears. Turns out that she’s Muslim, told that to the man, and she was allowed to go in and say a prayer.

We eventually got back to Arjana. I got dinner with Leslie, Delilah, and Patrice before running into the undergrads. They were headed to Mingle for Swella’s birthday dinner before going out for drinks at CP Lounge. I was really tempted to go back home and sleep while they ate and meet up with them later, but I opted to follow the crew in fear that I wouldn’t leave my bed otherwise. I had a sugarcane vodka (Professor had invented it) and I made bets with Ian about who wasn’t going to make it to Swella’s official birthday at midnight. The group was so tired we thought no one would make it.

We leave dinner and head to CP Lounge. I’m just trying to coast so I order a Bintang. For some reason, and this annoyed me for a bit, the group chose to crowd around one small table for four, then to all sit at a big table that D and I tried to reserve. But I digress. I wind up sitting at a small table with Kimi and we force ourselves to stay up for Swella. Pia, of all people, spoke to the DJ in the back room and asked him to play “happy birthday” at midnight. She then went around and told everyone to nonchalantly go to the back room so that we could surprise Swella. Her and Naheed had been pretty chill all weekend which is a surprising change from their usual intolerable selves. We go, we dance, we have a good time. I hear a bunch of people are leaving so I decide to head out with them. We don’t get very far before we return to CP Lounge under the pretenses that we would stay in the back room.

Ian and I get to the backroom and realize no one followed us. We grab a seat at the bar, because the music was eh, and we start talking about night before. The conversation was getting kind of deep but was cut short when he realized Leslie was approaching. In stolen moments (probably starting the week prior when he and Leslie walked home arm in arm ahead of the group) I make comments about how he has a new boo and that I’ve been replaced. He doesn’t seem to like that very much, thus I keep doing it. Sober, Leslie wants no part in this boo talk, however, her drunken body language tells another story. At this point I don’t want to be there anymore and I’m regretting the fact that I ordered food. I’m all types of frustrated and then a Sean Paul song comes on. It’s over. My entire mood has changed. I am up lifted.

I stay for a while, dancing to a great mix of music that brought my high above my feelings, which was exactly what was needed. As soon as there was a lull, I took the opportunity to leave. It was way past midnight, a few of us had to get up early in the morning, but I was pleasantly surprised at home many of us were still out despite our low energy level a few hours prior. I walked home with Delilah, who was afraid to walk alone, thus had stuck around longer than she had wanted to. I feel like she allows things that don’t concern her, like the fact that Collin has chosen not to wear shoes around town, bother her. Why does it matter? To each their own.