My Grey World

That fucking bitch.
I really wish I hadn’t known her before.
But the pathetic fact is, she was a close friend of mine. Gee. Now I wonder why could I be so stupid.
Who’s the biatch?? Not gonna tell you any name, but my ex-boyfriend surely knows. (yo, siaaalll! Harusnya aku percaya kata2 kamu. Sebel.)
It’s not that she’s doing a bad thing to me. But seeing her around, mocking people with that artificial smile and that fake attitude really freaked me out!
And the way she’s asking other people to do her stuff, even the tiny stuffs, made me go “Whoa? Who are you, bee-yatch? A princess or something like that, eh?”.
This is that bitch :
(the face has been removed for the sake of ethic codes)
*gee do i hav to follow the ethic codes for this bitch,anyway?*

photo taken in some cafe in Central Jakarta. Er, is it central Jakarta? Is the Wahid Hasyim road located in Central Jakarta. Gee I dun know. And who cares!
Anyway, I was there, with her and my classmates for a photoshoot.
(gaya banget ngomongnya. photoshoot bow)
I mean, a photoshoot for our yearbook.
And the theme was cafe. Bahasa Indonesia : ngafe. Hahaah. So we wore outfit as if we were going to hang out together in the cafe. Anyway, the photoshoot went rite.
And guess what was this biatch wearing? Arh. It’s just so not cafe. Okay, I’m gonna explain that. Keep on track and turn on your imagination mode.
Okay, the top was a black tanktop, with that rock-kinda-thing pattern. I forgot how exactly it looked like, but I think it was a bit like a rockband’s logo. Or something like that. Okay, summarize it up, the top was a “rocky” black tanktop.
On her neck he put on a scarf. I dunno if you can see it at the photo. Go see it. Got it? Well it was a grey scarf, with black spots on that. It made me recall Jackie Onassis. Hahaha. You know, that widow of John F. Kennedy who married Aristotle Onassis. But this bitch here didn’t look like that stylish Jackie, in case she was trying to. Faaaarrr from Jackie.
Okay, a “rocky” black tanktop with a grey dalmatian scarf. Hmm… Got the piccha? Imagine it… Dang.
How about the bottom part? Hmm.. What do you think it should be?
Oh well guys, she wasn’t wearing a pair of short-short pants or a pair of hotpants, actually. But still, it looked… Amusing for me.
She wore… A bohemian-look long white skirt.
arh. For goodness sake.
And I’m not continuing this because I’m not a goddamn fashion reviewer or… Arh. Whatever the word for that.

So, listen to me closely how could I be so mean to call her “bitch”.
She was the one girl in the school retreat on puncak who made the statement  : “Gua sih ga mau loh kebanyakan kontak fisik ama cowok gw kalo dah jadian nanti. Gw rasa, kita kan harus selalu menjaga diri sendiri.”
English translation : “I won’t do a lot of physical contact with my later boyfriend. I think we need to take care of our body.”
Why did I translate that, btw? Like there’s any non-Indonesian speaking peepz who read my blog.
Ah, anyway.
That statement made the girls go “Whoa. I wanna be like you. I wanna have a principle like you do.”
Oyea. Please note. Except me.
Yea yea. Whatever.

But then after she (finally) broke up with his super kind boyfriend, his ex-boyfriend came to me and say : “Do you wanna hear a story, Vi?”
“Yea, what story?”
“I’ll tell you in the sms.”
“Rite then.”
Okay, i wasn’t talking in English but yeah. Who cares.
And do you know what that nice guy said?
He said that he had made out with that fucking slut.
Make out. Touching each other’s “thingy”, caressing, kissing, should I get the details for you here?
And that guy told me all the stories. Hahahaha. The story in the fitting room (fucking shit! Fitting room?? Puh-Leez find any other nicer places will ya??)
The story in an internet cafe (warnet). *another shit* . In the cinema (okay, I’ll tolerate this one). And many others.
And she’s that i’m-so-naive-and-i-wanna-keep-my-body girl who said she would keep her body from a guy’s touch? D~uh. Tell me then.
And what’s more shocking is the next next story. One day, her ex-boyfriend sms me.
“Vi, tmpt makeout yg enak dmn ya?”
Ha? I was shocked.
“Mank u mo make out ma sapa?”
“Ama si XXXXX. Dia yang ngajakin.”
Whaattt? That fucking shitty i’m-so-next-door-girl slut asked to have a make out?
Do I have to make it more obvious?
(anyway, he didn’t go for it)
And this is a hilarious one.
One day, the poor ex-boyfriend approached me.
“Wank, gw mau ngasih liat elo sesuatu. Sms dari dia. Sebelon gw apus neh.”
“Hah? Boleh boleh.”
Then I got that cellphone and read it.
And I just wanted to vomit.
It was like this : (i don’t remember all of it, this is all I’ve got)
“Bygkan kita berdekatan sayang.. Kaki kita saling bertaut.. Kita berciuman sayang. Udara menjadi panas.. Panas sex, sayang… Aku merasakanmu dan kau merasakanku…” And the blah and the blah and the blah. WHATEVee!”
Eeewwhh. The first thing I shouted after I finished reading was “Corny!”.
I did say corny. The English word. Corny. Bahasa Indonesia : Norak, basi.
It’s just so.. Eeeewwwhh.
Do you want something more hilarious?
Okay, another question from the ex-boyfriend.
“Syl, mank slaput dara ada di mana sih?”
I explained to him.
“Ngga bisa ya kalo ML ga ditembus?”
“Hah? Maksud lo?”
“Itu si XXXXX ngajakin simulasi ML (making love, in case you forget). Tapi gw ga mau bikin dia ga virgin lagi.”
Oh well. Just in case you think that asking for a make out ain’t enough yet.

Argh. I’m gonna stop. You know what, writing this stuff made me go EeeewWwwwWWWhhhHhhHhhhHhhh…………
I think I want to vomit now.
Ciao for now!

***hhhuuuuuueeeeekkkkkkkk***
*sylv muntah di kejauhan*

oya anyway the story about this bitch haven’t finished yet. But I don’t wanna continue. Unless you want me to. Anyone wants more story bout that bee-yatch??

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