When I was 16, I guided a sacred walk of catholic students in my high school.
The event took place in Jogja. Small group of people.
At night I walked alone along Malioboro, after the sacred walk in the afternoon.
And I saw this shirt, hanging in one of the street vendors.
I bought it quickly without thinking. I like everything about that shirt, and I didn't even drink.
And that all-size shirt fitted me tight. I was fat.
Life moves on. I did dieting and all (not because of that shirt :p)
I was wearing that shirt when I was working as doorman in my school's event,
It caught every eye 'cause on catholic high school, you know, I was the only girl who had the gut to wear such a message "Vodka. Connecting People.", even if other girls had that shirt.
And a handsome senior asked how much I value. That sucks but I smiled. "You can go fuck your self" - smile.
Then I graduated and moved alone to Jakarta.
People in my campus recognized me from this shirt. Some seniors offered me pots but man, I didn't do drugs. I just like this shirt. Funny how people REALLY JUDGE THE BOOK BY ITS COVER.
But I was, yeah, had vodka with a stranger, just two of us, in an open theatre stadium. Was wearing this shirt.
I got that Absolute Raspberry from him, a secret admirer. A real stalker. I didn't mind, because he could give me what I want. I just wanted to be drunk that day. The day my family lost the house in my hometown.
This shirt was with me everywhere. White, the opposite of black, which very common worn by people in my campus. Everybody wear black like nation of Emo.
Once I got very skinny, unhealthily. Eating disorder, because my ex always said I was fat. Then when he found out I was anorexic, he said "I was just joking".
That shirt looked like oversized on me, but I still kept it. Now the fabric is not so strong anymore, and I decided to innovate a bit. I cutted it that way.
VODKA. Connecting People.
I think that's a deep thought :-D
Salam gunting baju,
blogger.


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