Kim Kardashian and Kanye West’s unnecessary music video

Dear Kanye, we know that you guys just had a baby and you’re happily in love, but surely there must be other ways for you to share your love with the world than appearing in an awful music video together that doesn’t involve a naked Kim Kardashian grinding on you while strolling on a bike? Disgust me.

Kantoi Busuk Punya!

Guess what I found…

The picture below?
Yeah. Her.
What's her name again—Ruz? Fairuz? Whatever. Names don’t matter when your soul’s already forgettable.

The funniest part?
She follows me on Instagram.
SHE FOLLOWS ME!!!!!
Creeping silently while pretending she’s not watching.
And Nasrul? That clueless fool probably has no idea.
He can barely keep his lies straight anyway.
The man lies like a child, sloppy and loud.

I had no beef with her. Honestly.
My only problem is with the man I once called mine, Nasrul Afiq, the Grandmaster of Trash-tier Lies. Sama level dengan sampah. Hehe 
He told me he was at SS15. Said he was watching football with Ujang Selamat.
Cool story, right?
Laterrrrrr, she posts a cute little IG photo.
And look closer, that's Ujang.

But you know who’s there?
Guess who took that picture?

Of course.
Nasrul.

I laughed. Not because it’s funny. But because betrayal always looks the same: lazy.

So I call him. Calmly. Sweetly. I ask,
“Where are you, love?”
“SS15… bola belum habis lagi.”
Hmm.

Then I dropped the bomb.
Sent him the photo.
Said:
“INI KEBABIAN APA LANCAU WEH? AWAT DARI SS15 BOLEH JUMPER KE SAMPAI THE CASTLE KAMPUNG BARU? KAU TELEPORT KE NASRUL? KAU NI SPIRIT KE BOLEH LOMPAT TEMPAT? KAU INGAT KAU JUMPER?”

Silence.

Long silence.
You know the kind. The “I’m calculating a new lie” kind.
But it’s too late. The moment I saw that picture, I already knew.
This wasn’t just some “friend.”

He picked her up. From PV8.
Drove her out.
Lied to me about it.

So no, I don’t believe in "kawan biasa" anymore.
You made that impossible.

I’ve never stopped him from hanging out with other girls.
Never.
Because I don’t need to control people. I just watch.
And remember.

I’ve hung out with guy friends and told him, openly.
But he hated it.
Said it made him “uncomfortable.” Fuck you Nasrul Afiq!!
Funny how men cry about loyalty while hiding sins behind their back.

News flash:
You’re not that special, Nasrul.
You think you are, but you’re not.

So here’s what I said:
Pick.
ME or HER?

I’m always ready to walk away.
And when I go, believe me : one leaves, ten come knocking. 

You know it.
You know there are men waiting, watching, and you’ve always been afraid of that.
That’s why you didn’t want me talking to that guy.
That’s why you tried to clip my wings.

But too late.
Now, to the girl in the picture, get comfortable.
You’re either gaining a man or losing another friend.
Because if he chooses me, you’re out.
And if he chooses you, I’m gone, but he’s finished.

So let the games begin.
Let your little group of sidekick liars and cheerleaders take a vote.
Undi la. Pilih la.

But remember:
Even in silence, I’m not done.
I’m watching.
And I always return for what I’m owed.

And then, just to add fuel to my internal bonfire: fayah!!!!! 
I showed her photo to some of my guy friends.

They stared.
Squinted.
Then one said:
“Kenapa macam Jacklyn Victor?”

I laughed. Hard.
Another one added:
“Tak lawa langsung. Muka macam Mona Fendy.”

I. Was. Cackling.
Thank you, boys.
That really made my day.

Bye for now.
🖤