Don’t read because I don’t think we can make it.
One good article on social media that I red tonight told to write diary as one of 27 things to do before settling down, and this might be my first typed-diary since my last written-diary several years ago.
So today was just another ordinary day, nothing was special… I did my morning bath at around 7 then went to the office without breakfast since my dear MT friend had brought me some plain bread to eat, so I had it there with Nutella and a glass of hot milo. I made several revisions on my PPT since it had to be re-reviewed again by my very kind product manager, though finally I found that it was still have to be revised again after the re-reviewing. Had my lunch on a basement of a fancy mall, my friend showed me a photo which I found…normal. Yeah, totally normal and I swore that I didn’t think about anything bad. Well to be honest—since it is my own diary, I’m supposed to talk about everything, even about secret, aren’t I?—there were some sexy pretty skinny girls, maybe around ten, in the photo with a man in the middle of them, all were standing on the side of a beach. Well, to be rude, beach’s bitches~ wkwk (oops! Supposed to write something polite!) I recognized that man, he’s my boyfriend’s friend who works at a cigarette company in western/southern part of west java, or precisely, Sukabumi, and you must have known about what I’ve been thinking about this city and the company. Well, I think a lot actually... so I was teasing my boyfriend by asking whether he had ever done the similar thing like his friend, and I don’t know… I got some kind of panic reaction? Or did I just misunderstand? Well I don’t really care at all at first when he said that he had never taken a photo with the sales promotion girls, he just took a photo with an attractive Butler’s cashier as an accepted challenge from his colleagues. Things popped up in my mind when he said that were: (1) what is Butler? (2) Why all of a sudden we talk about cashier?
So the first thing I asked was what Butler is, and apparently, it was a quite fancy restaurant in the city (you can go search Butler restaurant on google if you really want to…). And secondly, why cashier? Surprisingly, he thought that I saw his photo with the cashier in my friend’s social media group (which is his group too) where he posted his photo with this cashier, and he thought that I thought the cashier was the sales promotion girl—that is why he said he never took a photo with an SPG, because it was a cashier, not an SPG. Not so important, to be honest… don’t really care if that girl was a cashier or SPG or supervisor or doctor or director or housewife or else. He said that his colleagues challenged him to take selfie with this girl and since my boyfriend well…let’s think positively, really loves challenge, he accepted it. Then he took a selfie with the cashier with a bright face and wide smile. Cool!
This pretty cashier had bright skin and was literally pretty and attractive, no wonder why those men liked to tease her. At the first sight, she looked like Jessica who was suspected pouring cyanide to Mirna’s coffee, yet this cashier was prettier. Well at first I had no problem at all when seeing this, even I burst into laugh because out of nowhere, he told it by himself while I didn’t suspect him about anything.
However, as minutes went by, the woman part of mine started to be reactive and there came the dislike about this photo. Why should he posted it on the group and errrr why that very bright smile?
Well I have to admit that this is totally embarrassing. I really hate when the woman side of mine is awaking because it will make me drown into such unimportant thing and this surely wastes my time, just like today.
Yeah to be precise, I just don’t like the photo. Really (well not so really actually) don’t like it that I don’t want to talk to him for now till the time that still couldn’t be determined or at least till my mood and logic back. Or if I really have to talk, all what I really want to say is “I don’t think we can make it to 4 – 5 years ahead…” though it seems to have no correlation to the photo but I don’t care… that is what I want to say.
This is embarrassing. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA hate to have such kind of cheesy and unimportant feeling. Hate to admit that this is some kind of…jealousy? Shit.
I’m done writing diary for tonight.