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.