gerutu (6)

thank god for sate rs pertamina. and donut in seven eleven bulungan. then all fresh in simatupang. god bless food and fruits. because surely god should never bless them people who hate their own kind. god knows for what reasons.

 

i truly am sorry if my parents forced me to have a good education and theirs did not. thus, if i earn more than they did at my age, blame the friggin tsunami. we are only here to ease the pain of couple of billions people of this country who –unlike you– had to, for example, walk three days and three nights or even a whole week, just to get their eyes examined. they care shit if you are a dear friend of the ex zero two. or even the present zero one.

 

now, what is your explanation to let those of the same skins eat not from the same buffet. haven’t you got anything from all of this shit? have you never read the seven fundamental principles? do you not know that the core principles are the exact opposite things that you are imposing at the moment? i bet you don’t even want to hold hands with old people who wipe their snots with their cut fingers.

 

so, look, my veins are popping every time i dare to think about what you guys did. i'm trying to not raise my blood-pressure just over work shits. and i understand that you're just trying to kiss ass and make the ex-zero two happy. but if you don’t even get sarcasm. or if you dare to ask 'lagi bawa siapa di sini' again. i would still smile nicely to you. for the sake of my friends. whom you didn’t let to join the cocktail party and you told to eat from nasi kotak. because above all, i still love my own people, and i would take bullets for them.

 

just remember that money and power only buy you ass kisser that will someday kick you in the nuts.