Cai Cien Wo Di Ai Ren

Say, my Uncle came back from UK and brought me three football jerseys. However knowing that he tought that I am an average stupid medan human being, he bought me:

1. kirstino ronald namcheester untited original's jersey
2. Portugal jersey
3. England jersey

Ok...England is good, the rest can go to orphanage. Ok my dear uncle, you added me on friendster, obviously you've seen Steven Gerrard's picture on my profile somewhere down there, now why would you buy me a fucking manchester united's shitbag. That is like the biggest insult since my dad bought me a manchester united's short.

I'll be back in like a week, honestly speaking. I don't like living in KL so much, not the fact that I am lonely over there, but rather it's just so fucking boring over there. I had my holiday here, my friends have already work, one of them can buy his own motorcycle and I can't even buy my own Marlboro. Now that is a slap to my right and left cheek, well the left one is not because I am Christian. And hey, I laughed when I watched F*R*I*E*N*D*S, I lost my sense of humour big time.

Now all I do there (like most of indonesians) is just pure non-educational, despise the fact that I haven't failed any subjects, nothing to be proud of, but I can see me going down so hard one day. Now I realized that I have taken the wrong major, not suppose to take mass comm at all (the fact that my parents were really rushing me to go to college and I thought they have broadacasting in taylor's, damn dumb of me eh?), after this I want to take cinematography, but well yeah it's to fucking expensive and I am really sick of studying overseas.

Now I am planning to be Mr. Not-so-rich-guy-who-earns-enough-just-to-survive-the-day in medan and gonna be a fucking-cheapskate-low-budget-I-think-I-can-make-a-movie film maker and end up with average looking wife or maybe fat.

Holidae

My Dear Loyal Readers,

As you notice, I have not been blogging for quite a while. It's not that I don't want to share anything to you all, it's just that lately my life doesn't evolves around internet anymore or not that you care about what I am doing. I don't live the life of super agent 007 where I drink champagne in Paris and eat caviar in Moscow. Oh-la-la!, however I do miss my PC back in KL where it provides me with unlimited online porns and I miss wathcing people doing french kiss in youtube. I also miss those two rabbits and a hamster that belongs to my flat mate. I miss my electro guitar, Beth. Not that I am really good in guitar, but simply owning one will add that rock and roll flavor. I miss Ridzuan Condo, where Indonesians speak so loud in their own language to proclaim "I"M NOT INDON!". I miss making fun of Vietnamese and of course I miss smoking and drinking freely. I also miss pretending to be Sabahan and miss speaking in their accent. I miss being the minority-minority (being chinese here is being minority and being chinese Indonesian doubles it). I miss spending money in ringgit and I miss people not calling me to go home because it's 11 o'clock. I miss my John Lennon Sun Glasses, I left it in my drawer and I regret not taking it back with me back home. I miss walking everywhere I need to go and I miss my stolen seat bike. And I kinda miss MaryJane, not that I like her so much, but she makes me high. I miss pretending I care about Malaysian Politics and making fun of their Prime Minister (have I ever?). I miss unlimited 24/7 internet connection. I miss being not so involved in real social life. I miss college....haha.....wait COLLEGE? God Damns the needs of education recognition, I want to live in the mountains, marry to a village girl, have 12 kids, grows vegetables, herd cows and all that, maybe pigs, depends maybe I will be married to a Moslem. Have sex with Mary Jane...in that sense I have to grow those. Grow long beard, walk with staff and build an ark and let people laugh their ass off at me or maybe getting nailed in the cross, Jesus...Noah, what's the difference they are both Jews.