Monthly Archives: January 2016

Film Review: The Hateful Eight


Title: The Hateful Eight
Year: 2015
Director: Quentin Tarantino
Actors: Samuel L Jackson, Kurt Russell, Tim Roth, Channing Tatum

Since I was never a Tarantino’s fan, I dismissed this film when I saw the teaser. However I did not say no when my brother in law said he’s going to treat my sister and I to the cinema, and watch this film. After all, I quite enjoyed Inglorious Bastards (come to think of it, I haven’t written its review, have I?), it could be that good — I thought.

The premise is that in the middle of a nasty winter in Wyoming, eight travellers stuck together in a little cabin because of the storm coming. Two bounty hunters, one prisoner, a war veteran, a new sheriff in town, a public executioner, a coachman, and a cowboy coming home to see his mum for Christmas. What could go wrong?

Well, it is Tarantino’s film, everything could go wrong, so there will be no surprise in it. What is a surprise was that I enjoyed the film thoroughly. It was slightly draggy for the first ten minutes, but then things escalated pretty quickly and I got really absorbed in the story. It was exciting, and well… it is understandable that it was rated 21+ — even with Indonesian butchering style censorship it was still pretty gory for your little ones, so just leave them with your mum.

I found Samuel L Jackson as the star of the film. He was awesome, funny, witty, and was pretty much owned everybody else in the film. I expected more from Channing Tatum but I don’t mind with his appearance. Kurt Russell though, I almost can’t recognise him, and he was good too — but again I think Samuel Jackson owned everybody else in this film.

I can’t compare it with other Tarantino’s films because I don’t watch many of them, but I can say that it was a good film. It was definitely entertaining and it doesn’t hold back at all. It has all things un-PC, so if you are a bit twitchy about that this is probably not your cup of tea. It has a lot of swear words and blood gushing scenes, so if you are into a sweet and lovey dovey drama, you might want to skip this one too.

Having said that, if you are 21 years or older, and you want to watch something worth your money on weekend in the cinema, I could recommend this– but not for first date unless you know your date like films like Kingsman or Die Hard, this might be a good choice. No, I don’t give warranty, you cheeky bastards.

My verdict is 4 out of 5.


LGBT in Campuses, and Mirna’s Case


Our Minister of Research and Technology just released one of the dumbest statement I have ever heard from someone in his level — since the new government cabinet was set. I mean, seriously. He told the media that he banned the LGBT to enter universities. I mean… how? Although soon later he revised his statement to: “Banning the LGBT who make out and have sex in campuses” — which was even more laughable than the previous statement.

I am not sure how this LGBT in Campuses noises started. Really, I suspected from how uncanny the timing was — it has something to do with one of the hottest murder case in Indonesia today. The Murder of Mirna.

If you live abroad and probably can’t be bothered to subscribe to Indonesia’s media — and looking at our media, I don’t blame you at all– you might have missed this murder case. Mirna is a the name of the girl who died after drinking coffee in a popular coffee shop in one of the biggest high end malls in Jakarta. When Mirna died, she was accompanied by two of her friends, one of them J was her mate when she studied in Australia.

Police officer could not point a finger to anybody due to the “innocent until proven guilty” principal. But somehow for J, all fingers have pointed at her. I feel bad for her, especially if she is not guilty. I think many mainstream media, from online newspaper to national televisions have the responsibility to report a balance news– unfavourable, not tendentious, and unbiased opinion. But I found that the media was stirring the mud to gain more audience. That’s disgusting.

As the case got more and more audience, the stories and rumours got spread. One of the rumour was that the murder was carried out by J, because she was jealous that Mirna is now married — just married last December. The rumour also said that they were a couple when they studied together in Australia. And then, the criminalisation of LGBT sparked.

The old, outdated belief such as “homosexuals are mentally disturb and would kill anyone when they got jealous rage” reappeared in the media. Forgetting the facts that there are more murder carried out by heterosexuals than gays. The uneducated comments on social media sprung and got out of hand, and nothing that media did about it. I thought it was their job to educate the people, apparently gaining clicks is more important than giving facts.

In my own opinion, the rumour that Mirna and J had a lesbian relationship when they were studying just fuelled the bigots rage, and paranoia that Indonesian students are now aware of the freedom to embrace their sexuality. Some cheap far right online newspaper in Indonesia even described LGBT as an epidemic phenomenon attacking our education system, while throwing in some religious remarks to add in to the bigotry.

Now, universities — one of our last bastion to fight against ignorance, intolerance, and bigotry is under a massive attack. Not only that the minister has said something that has undermined the effort of our academia to educate people about sexuality, this issue has opened the pandora box. The members of the Support Group and Research Center On Sexuality Study in Universitas Indonesia, one of the biggest and best university in Indonesia, is now being threatened personally. Some of them even being disowned just because he wants to help other people.

I don’t think I should make any conclusion for today’s entry. I don’t have to. You know where I stand and I am standing still. I am not sure how long until our country could catch up with the others, but for now I am doubtful that that day will come soon.

What a gloomy day to be an Indonesian.


The Bun In The Oven!!!!


Well… Before you get too excited about this, it is not my bun, and definitely not my oven. But yes, we have a bun in the oven right now.

I have to say that I am extremely excited with my sister’s pregnancy. And I am so glad that I took this visit home this time, just in time for my sister’s first USG photo. You know what? I was the one who saw the little spot in my sister’s uterus. No. That sounds creepy, but that’s the truth. I was the first one to know for sure that she is pregnant.

She’s entering the 5th week now, so she is still adjusting. She’s having the usual pregnancy symptom such as tummy cramp, and little but somewhat constant nausea. Although, I think she is enjoying it as she is expecting this too. It was a really nice surprise as only last month she started the program to treat her PCOS.

I am just happy she is pregnant.

My husband said that for someone who doesn’t want to be pregnant myself, I sound so excited for my sister’s pregnancy. But.. why shouldn’t I? Just because I don’t want to be pregnant, it doesn’t mean everyone else shouldn’t be pregnant. I am not bitter for choosing my own childfree path, so why can’t I be okay with other people’s life decision?

The way I see it: I am happy for not being a mum and my sisters are happy for me for my decision, And now my sister is happy that she is about to be a mum, and I am happy for that decision. I mean, it is not that difficult to understand how someone could be happy that the people that they care about is happy. Happiness for someone else’s happiness. That is quite simple really.

After all, there are more good things come out from this situation. One, my parents are now no longer pushing me to have babies, as now they have a grandchild on the way. Two, since my sister and my brother in law are smart people, we will create a baby with good genes — our contribution to the gene pool.

Ah… time for more and more things to celebrate.

Okay, that pictura above is a little bit over the top… But… In the end, I would like to congratulate my sister and my brother in law for the pregnancy. I hope that the next months would be easier for my sister, and that the delivery would be smooth and safe.


P.S. I think congratulating a pregnant mum with alcoholic drink is a little bit taking the piss…

No Uterus, No Opinion


** disclaimer: lots of swear words, so if you don’t like it you can get the fuck out**

One of the reasons why I would like to spend weeks in Indonesia is because I want to see a Gynaecologist. I have been waiting for about three months to get a coil inserted, but I haven’t got one until today. And I am tired of taking pills. It has changed my mood, changed my body, and I just found out today that I have gained at least 8 kgs. I know that waiting is not an option for me, I just want to get this over with and move on to the better part of my life.

So I saw a Gynaecologist today. Told him that I want to get a coil inserted. I have done my homework, done my research. I know the pro and cons, and I know the possible pain and also possible side effects. I know almost everything I need to know before I see the doctor. And I bloody know that that bloody thing can be installed inside my fuckin womb any time of the day. ANY FUCKING TIME.

and this is the link:

This so called Gynaecologist is my mum’s doctor. It is said that he is one of the best in my hometown. Maybe. Maybe it is because he is one of the oldest, so he has got more experience in his hand. But now you have a clue that he’s probably not the best for me.

He is a guy.

He is old.

Old guy doesn’t know what a woman my age needs, and wants. I WANT a copper coil to be stuck in my womb, because I NEED to make sure I am not going to get pregnant. And he doesn’t understand it. He kept mentioning that I am not 30, and that I might want to have a child first before going ahead with the idea of contraception. Why the fuck I am seeing him for a bloody IUD if I want to have a fucking child?

I am fumed now. So pardon my language.

He kept asking about my husband and whether he wants a child or not. Why the fuck everybody asks about his decision? This is my fucking womb and I make the fucking decision. Can’t his bloody brain process that fucking little information? Of course not. My womb, my decision. My womb, my decision. It will be my decision if I would like to let a life sucking parasites growing inside me for a nine fucking months or not. Not people around me. Especially not men.

I started to realised that the lights in the end of the tunnel might be the train coming towards me when the doctor told me that he could only do it when I am having period. I know my request to him to make me infertile is futile because I know he is lying. I CAN get the coil inserted any times of the month. Any fucking time. It might be a little bit painful, but I knew it already.

He also emphasised on how painful it could be when it is inserted to someone who has not yet have a child. I knew it too. Like I said, I have done my homework. Afterall, talking about pain… giving birth to babies is more painful than any coil insertion, I suppose?

I asked about a more permanent solution — fertilisation. And he just rejected the idea outright. Maybe the light in the end of the tunnel is really a train.

I went home with horrible feeling. I had some much hope. I have never had any thought of self harming until the day the doctor sent me home without any assurance on when I could get the coil done for me. I thought of stabbing myself in the stomach to damage the womb permanently, or the ovary, or whatever, so that the doctor would have to take it away from me. I don’t want it. I want it go away.

So… What am I going to do now?

I am not going to take more pills. And, I am going to find a way to get myself impregnable. One way or another. And if there’s any one of you have anything against this decision, I have a knock knock game for you.

Me: Knock! Knock!
You: Who’s there?
Me: Nona
You: Nona who?
Me: Nona your business you motherfucker…


Eating My Papaya


Okay… I will admit that it is a stupid title. But papaya is all I could think of as I just had a box full of papaya so I hope you don’t mind. And, how did I get papaya in the UK? Well, there are papayas in the UK, obviously. But no, I am not having papaya in the UK. I am in Indonesia right now. Home.

It is a sudden decision. I am quite surprised with this myself. I am not known for being impulsive. Usually my decision will have to go through a series of thought process before finally taking place. This one, it is purely emotional.

I think it started with the new year blues where I would like to have a kind of celebration, but ended up sulking at home. I told my mother a little about how I would like to be in Solo when we are celebrating Chinese New Year. The problems are: 1. Mr. Fix-It would not be able to go with us, and 2. His Birthday would only be a couple of days from this year’s CNY. So it would be a tricky matter.

My mum said: “Worry not, just plan a holiday and come home”

I think it was my dad’s idea. But dad likes using mum’s mouth to voice his idea. Oh well, every marriage has its own dynamics, doesn’t it?

So few weeks ago I planned my visit. In my plan, I would like to stay for a few days in Jakarta so that I can meet up with some old friends. It didn’t work, because of the reasons you might have known. The day when I took off from Norwich, terrorists bombed Jakarta.

What a bunch of nasty pile of slimy shits!

My dad was panic, and sent a direct order for me to get the first (Garuda and only Garuda) flight I could get. So after a long 18 hour journey, and a day rest, I flew to Solo.

There… It is where I am now eating my papaya.


When In Rome…


My friends and I were talking about the woman who got arrested in Belgium for attacking a police officer when she was asked by the officer to take the full face veil off. It was not a recent news, but it was still a good topic for a deep conversation with your fellows. The premise is: Belgium bans any head gear which cover one’s face, and in this case it is called burqa (burka) in public spaces. And, that most of us in the conversation group believe that what Belgium (and France) has done by banning burqa in public space is a good preventative step to protect other citizen.

I said most, because… One of the fellow in the conversation group argues that the banning of burka is against the universal declaration of human rights. He quoted UDHR, articles 18 about the freedom of religion.

Everyone has the right to freedom of thought, conscience and religion; this right includes freedom to change his religion or belief, and freedom, either alone or in community with others and in public or private, to manifest his religion or belief in teaching, practice, worship and observance.

I have to admit that I quite like the fact that he cited the UDHR. I mean, there are a lot of people who would utter their opinion while completely dismissing facts, evidence, or any supporting documents. What this guy did was basically trying to challenge my belief that banning burqa is actually a good thing.

So, is it true then? Is it true that France and Belgium has violate the universal declaration of human rights for banning burqa in public spaces? Because what he said is true, that the government has basically limit someone’s right to practice, and manifest her religion or believe in public. Well… partially true.

There’s one thing about RIGHTS that someone forgets. RIGHTS always come together with RESPONSIBILITIES. There is no such thing as the unlimited rights. It is limited, to a certain degree. And if you go a little bit further, you would be able to see the explanation of UDHR article 18 about the right to freedom of thought and religion:

Article 18
1. Everyone shall have the right to freedom of thought, conscience and religion. This right shall include freedom to have or to adopt a religion or belief of his choice, and freedom, either individually or in community with others and in public or private, to manifest his religion or belief in worship, observance, practice and teaching.
2. No one shall be subject to coercion which would impair his freedom to have or to adopt a religion or belief of his choice.
3. Freedom to manifest one’s religion or beliefs may be subject only to such limitations as are prescribed by law and are necessary to protect public safety, order, health, or morals or the fundamental rights and freedoms of others.
4. The States Parties to the present Covenant undertake to have respect for the liberty of parents and, when applicable, legal guardians to ensure the religious and moral education of their children in conformity with their own convictions. respect the exclusive character of the responsibilities of the Secretary-General and the staff and not to seek to influence them in the discharge of their responsibilities.

There you go. The guy in our discussion group only mentioned the first part of the article. He probably forgot that the third part of the article explained about how the rights could be limited, when it is needed to protect public safety, order, bla bla… and the fundamental rights and freedom of others.

In Belgium in particular, it is necessary for the police officer to ask the said woman to take her face veil off. Brussels had been in so much pressure lately. The city got locked down after the Paris attack, and almost every day you could see on the news that there are more and more radicalised group being arrested for planning terrorism. It is important for people in the country to be able to feel safe, and feel that the government is doing something.

The fact that so many terrorists were identified through CCTV makes it just sensible to ask people to show their face if they’re out in public. Isn’t it?

Isn’t it?

Right. I am not going to make you agreeing with me, because that’s not what I am trying to do in here. I understand that some people has their very idea of what freedom is. I believe that there is no such thing as the unlimited freedom, even when you live alone in the jungle — you are still limited by the space of the jungle. All I say is that if you can’t live by the rule, you still have the freedom to move somewhere else where you can do what you want to do without breaking the law.

Isn’t that what many Indonesian has been doing all these time? Going abroad to get married because in Indonesia inter-religion marriage is not accepted? Isn’t that what many Irish people has been doing all these time? Going to England to get an abortion for the unwanted pregnancies? Isn’t that what many British people has been doing all these time? Going to Switzerland to get an assisted dignified death?

Isn’t it?


Hindsight is Always A Good Thing, Isn’t It?


Months ago when the media started to pick up the migrant and refugee situation, I told my husband that we were lucky that in the UK, our Prime Minister decided not to back down with the European Union’s idea of taking in refugees coming from Syria. It was definitely not a popular opinion, and many has branded me either racist or fascist.

I mean, how silly is that?

We are living in a world where political correctness has taken over the freedom of speech, and freedom of thought. I agree that some people are just dickheads who would say anything out of spite, which some people deemed as hate speech. This is where the the blurred line is drawn. How do you know when you’re being critical to an ideology, or when you are just being purely hateful?

In my own definition of hate speech and freedom of speech, the line is drawn where the opinion is targeted to. I believe that ideologies, ideas, opinions, as well as beliefs are open for criticism. You can criticise liberalism, democracy, capitalism or socialism, nihilsm, humanism, Christianity and of course Islam as an ideology, but… it has turned into a hate speech when you start attacking a person, personality or their lifestyle.

How about the sentence “British women going to Syria to fight alongside ISIS and being a jihadi bride is stupid”? Does it mean that the women were stupid – which is an attack to a person? Or does it mean that going to Syria to be a jihadi bride is stupid – which is a criticism towards the idea of going to a war torn country to marry a terrorist she never knew?

Back to the day when I said that I was glad that our PM refused to accept those so called refugees. Why did I say that they were “so called” refugees?

Simple Definition of refugee

  • : someone who has been forced to leave a country because of war or for religious or political reasons

Full Definition of refugee

  1. :  one that flees; especially:  a person who flees to a foreign country or power to escape danger or persecution

Refugee.” Merriam-Webster, n.d. Web. 9 Jan. 2016. <;.
So… If someone has fled from Syria to Turkey for example, then Turkey government had to take them in because they are refugees. I can deal with it. But since Turkey is not a war torn country and that these people were not persecuted in Turkey, once these refugees left Turkey to find a better life in Europe their status would change into… “economic migrant”. Can you follow the logic up to this point? If you can, please continue…
If, these people who is now an economic migrant tried to enter a country illegally, their status would be now an illegal immigrant. Would you be surprised if a country would reject these people as they are now illegal immigrant?
No. I totally support them.
When PM Cameron decided only to take proper refugees — those who are from the refugee camp to the UK, after the Home Office got all the documents and background check, many British citizen called him inhumane and embarrassment to the country. They got so defiant and even printed a sticker saying that “refugees welcome” and put it in their house’s window. Why? I think it is just because that was the most PC thing to do or say.
I wonder what is in their mind when Norway had to teach these people about consent and rape. I wonder what is in their mind when France and Belgium is now dealing with terror attacks. I wonder what they are saying now after Germany — who has accepted more than a million refugee now is dealing with sex attacks in several cities (most notably Cologne). Angela Merkel is now tightening the border and wouldn’t let any more refugees in. But isn’t it a bit late for that?
Of course some apologist would say that there’s no link between the sex attacks and the refugees, and that we shouldn’t generalise refugees and crime rate. No we don’t generalise. We don’t say ALL refugees are shit because that would be hate speech (according to my own definition of hate speech I said above). We are saying that the idea of taking shitload of people without checking their background beforehand is just the definition of silly. We are saying that ultimately the government’s responsibility is not to the welfare of the refugees, but to protect its own citizen first and foremost.
I will end it here for now. Wish Germany the best of luck.

The Frog in The Well


Have any of you guys heard a website called Interpals?

Well, if you haven’t it is an online international pen-pal website. If you’re not familiar with it, Pen-Pal is basically the oldskool way you send letters to friends. Like you send e-mail to friends you meet online but you haven’t met. Usually, instead of sending links, you would send something else such as stickers, or small pretty stuff.

Anyway, I will talk about the website some other day. Today, I want to talk about a person I talked to in this website. One particular person, a guy from Indonesia. He seems like a good person, and his English is particularly good, compared to many Indonesian I have talked before — considering he has never lived abroad. But after a few messages exchanges I got reminded.

I was reminded why I did not want to stay in Indonesia, or why I did not get along well with most people there. I was reminded that no matter how well educated people are in Indonesia, most of the time they would be traditionally small minded. They would challenge whatever I said, and part of it is because I am demographically a minority.

He would tell me that I don’t know nothing about so and so, because I don’t live in Indonesia. I bloody lived there for almost all my effin life and I know people like him. Discussing with him has gotten tiresome because he would not open his mind to whatever that he’s not familiar with. For example: about family values.

In the UK, there are a lot of old people decide to live alone. They liked it. They enjoyed the freedom, and their little community. They’ve been given the independence, the room to keep exploring, and it makes them feel useful. He disagrees with this. Why? Because in his family it’s not the right thing to do. In his culture, the youngsters should take care the elders when the elders become the elderly.

So what? In my family that’s also what happened. My grandmother lived with my father for almost all her life. But just because that’s the only way of life we know, it doesn’t mean that it is the only way of life that is right. And anyway, my grandmother CHOSE to live with whichever child she wanted to live with, and she CHOSE not to have her own house or any other property. What if she actually wanted to have her own little house with little garden, and people like this little arrogant bastard would slag her family for giving her what she wants?

What a prick.

Oh yeah, and he said he will get married monogamously because it is what his religion says lol. A Catholic he said. I gave him a link for a documentary film about marriage in Catholic church. Catholic Church only started taking monogamous marriage seriously to get its grip on Western Europe *pops people bubbles*. And they only started in 16th century. But of course, being a prick as he is, he would dismiss facts and started to carry on cherry picking cultural heritage.

He said the reason why people are getting married is to produce children. Well actually you can make kids without getting married, and I gave him reasons why people got married. Again, he dismissed it and started cherry picking. Tell you what? Hundreds and hundreds of people got married (fraud) just to be able to enter a country. That’s one reason that is not kids related.

And what about gay marriage?

But, again… being a dickhead as he is, he dismissed it.

I don’t know if he is genuinely stupid (but he kept saying that he is one of the best programmer bla bla), or he is deliberately being a stupid little prick. But I am really tired of arguing with people who wouldn’t want to admit a fact. I genuinely hope he wouldn’t be able to find a job outside Indonesia, because it is an embarrassment for other good Indonesians abroad.

Moral of the story: Don’t waste your time explaining about the world to a frog in the well. 

New Year Blues


I never thought I would feel quite emotional about a celebration that is not Chinese New Year. This New Year I felt a little bit down. I put half the blame to the hormonal imbalance caused by the contraception pills. I wish I could be off it this year.


Anyway… Ich werde nicht darüber reden jetzt. 

On New Year’s eve (evening in Indonesia), meine mutter was frantically looking for my siblings on our little family’s whatsapp group. So, Ich habe sie fragen: “Where are you guys going?”.

She said that they were about to go to a restaurant to have a New Year’s Eve dinner together.

Somehow when she told me that, I felt completely left out. I know that she did not mean to do that, but it still felt like I have been cut out from the family picture. It is really annoying that I do not have any control of what I feel, no matter how much I tried to be positive about everything. All I know that time, I wanted to be in my parents’s home.

Of course I told this to my husband, and just to add to my annoyance he asked me this silly question: “You regret being here?”

Can you believe it? Can you believe what he just told me? How can he come to that silly conclusion? I just wanted to load some of my frustration and he thought that I was trying to tell him that I was not happy being here with him. I told him that I missed the life I had there… and who wouldn’t?

In Indonesia I didn’t have to do anything, here I had to clean up, wash up, load and unload the washing machine, shop, etc. My family was having a dinner in a nice restaurant (and I sure could tell what they had, without them having to tell me what they’ ordered), and I spent my new year’s eve feeling like shit, eating food I half heartedly cooked (because I didn’t want to.. doh). I mean, seriously, of course I would miss my life in Indonesia.

But regret?

Of course not.

Anyway. I am just a bit upset. I think that’s quite obvious now. Not the best way to start a new year.

Gotta go

Happy New Year


I would like to say Happy New Year to all of you 🙂 I hope this is the last time I would apologise for the unproductive year of 2015. New Year is always a good time to restart, and recharge — open a new blank page and begin again on a clean slate. Yes, I haven’t made resolution last year, but I would like to do it again this year. Obviously a more achievable targets this year:

  1. By the end of this year, I would like to finish my German tree in Duolingo. And its reverse tree. So I could, at least, converse in a very simple German lest I have the chance to visit the country this year 🙂
  2. I would also like to learn another new language. Preferably Welsh, French, or Spanish. It would be too ambitious if I learn all three at once, but I wouldn’t push it too far. I would rather be fluent in one language than knowing few random words in many.
  3. I would like to read at least 20 books. Yes, I read 16 books last year and I was pushing it. But this year I am planning on being more discipline too. So 20 book shouldn’t be too ambitious.
  4. I would post at least 100 entries this year. Yes, it means I would have to post at least one entry every three days. But I have more than one blog, so I think it should be much easier to post 100 entries in two blogs.
  5. I would like to finish NaNoWriMo. Now… this is incredibly ambitious. I have participated for so many years and I have never finished one. So, hopefully, this year would be a start.

There is another thing. My visa would be expired by the end of this year. I am not sure if I could get it extended easily. Of course Mr. Fix-It and I would work so hard this year to make sure that we could fulfill all of the requirements needed for this visa extension. I am not going to put this in my new year resolution list because… I don’t know. Just because. I don’t believe in jinx or anything like that. I just don’t feel like it. It feels slightly more personal this way.

So, was nun?

Frohes Neues Jahr! Ich wünsche dass 2016 wird immer spaß und glücklich sein.

🙂 Prost!