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Can U stop talking!?

  • One day in an elevator at Pacific Place Jakarta, 2 girls, age about 20, asians, sexy dressed-both of them and excessive makeup, took the same elevator with me while they were in conversation (in english fluent-sounded accent). Let's just call them Betty and Boop
  • Betty: Hey, you know.. I was like.. you know.. it's like.. it's like.. (kinda speechless or something)
  • Boop: hmm yeahh okay.. (seemed so bored to death listening to Betty's story)
  • Betty: Yeahh you, know.. It's like.. it's like.. uh..
  • Boop: (pls-I-don't-even-want-to-hear-you-breath face).. umh okay.. (UHH COME ON elevator, quickerr... get me out of here..)
  • During the conversation, Betty's just saying these words--> "Hey", "You", "Know", "It's like", "Lyk.." with a bitchy accent. (berasa gaul kali ya)
  • Until finally they're arriving to their desired floor-- then the door opened.. and..
  • Boop: Betty! can you stop talking... (leaving her 'slammed'-face friend behind..)
  • I turned my body to the glass facing the mall's atrium and laughed in silent. Poor you, Betty.
  • 3 months ago
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Gema Satria. Urban and Regional Planning ITB. Time mostly spent in Bandung. But actually family living in Jakarta. Follow me on twitter @gemasatria and my facebook account Gema Satria.

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