I am, well rather was (emphasize on the past tense), a pure Jakartan. During my childhood, we lived in East Jakarta, in the nicest area of East Jakarta, but nonetheless East. Jakarta is divided into give boroughs; East, West, North, South and Central. Before the mid 90s, those living in Central Jakarta are posh. Suharto and his clan lived there. But after the great Jakartan flood (all throughout the 90s) Central Jakarta just became icky to live in, and the posh invaded South Jakarta, hence the beginning of the ’South Jakartans’ era.

Our family moved a lot. After living abroad and in a city in Borneo, we moved back to Jakarta, this time South Jakarta. I became a South Jakartan since college, adopted their mentality and blended. My brothers are true South Jakartans as they have lived there since they were in junior highschool. My parents aren’t Jakartan at all, they moved to the Big Durian not by choice but by circumstance.

We South Jakartans (especially the middle-upper class) are usually somewhat arrogant, well-dressed, well spoken, able to speak (at least) English very well, well educated and traveled and we have a penchant for expensive things – whether food, hang out places, clothes or accessories, plus we LOVE to shop. We also have a rather large following of non South Jakartans and Indonesians from other cities and even *gasps!* villages who aspire to be like us (looks bitchily down to the floor while waving hand to dismiss a servant a la Miss Mariah Carey the diva) and will go to great length to do so (will not elaborate on what those great length are but I suspect some people might already know what I’m talking about. (And by some people I mean you, Therry!)

Now our love for shopping transcends time and space, and more often than not, it denies common sense and logic.

I say this because most times all we look for in a place is a shopping center. Take for example a group of South Jakartan (or South Jakartan wannabee) ibu ibus on a trip to Prague. The average South Jakartan would go hunt cheap crystal in Prague rather than marvel at the beautiful architecture of he old buildings there. When in New York, most of us get all wet and excited from the thought of going to factory outlet centers even if they are one or two hours away or even in JERSEY!

The same thing goes when we are on a trip to Paris/London/Los Angeles/insert your favorite city to be visited here. All we want is to find the best shopping venues, better if it has a discount, best if it’s an outlet selling high end stuff for a fraction of the original price so that we can go back home and act as if the Dior clutch we are carrying is a cheap plastic bag while in fact we make love to it every night and get orgasms from the reaction people have on their faces when they see us carrying it. (and by people I mean our not-so-close friends and acquaintances we like to prove we””””re better than)

Gossip time: I actually know a betch who claimed to have been to XXX so many times that it is a drag that she has to there again to take her family from Indonesia who”””’’s never been there. We (Mr. Husband, my brother, our friend Melissa and I) were planning to go to XXX at around the same time as them, and when ran into her and her family we then enthusiastically asked them if they went to castle such and such and bridge such and such because those places are just so breathtaking. Sure enough they haven””””t been there cos she didn’t know where these points of interests were. I mean, OMG! (Oh My God, not Oh Mai Jod) For someone who’s been there so many times…….. *speechless*

(In the next paragraph or two, try to read between the lines because I will be going to start writing in such a unique way that if you are smart and careful, you will get something else instead. Kinda like those 3D pics that were hits in the 90s)

Now, if I had the money, I would probably still be this way (Hell no, I’d rather die than to stay an pompous idiot!). I mean, I’m not judging these people because everybody has the right to do and be whatever they want (OF COURSE I’m judging these brainless people who can only carry a conversation when it’s about shops and where to get A, B, C at the best prices), and I still like the finer things in life and worldly goods (So pretentious it makes me barf) but I’d rather have the experience and memories of all the things I’ve seen and done than to have a series of branded bags/shoes/clothes/ass (prancing around looking like Burberry or Louis Vuitton just threw up on you just shows that you have nothing else to show but.  The sad thing is that I know people who looks like they had Burberry and LV throw up not only on them and their kids but, wait for it……….., their APARTMENT! And I KNOW FOR A FACT that their LV tissue holders are fakes).

I think I’ve let myself be surrounded by people who’ve given me bad influence for too long, and who definitely aren’t real friends. During the “Fun” times (which meant when we had more than enough to spend) they would always linger around, we’d go shopping together ALL THE TIME, and we’d be showing off our stuff to other people together, discreetly of course – after all, I’m a South Jakartan, it would be crass to show off our things the obvious way. Only the wannabees do that… *rolls eyes*

2008 onwards was tough for both Mr. Husband and me. Let’s say that we didn’t have as much to spend and we had to adapt a more creative way of living which included learning to enjoy the simpler things of life and making the best out of the worst. While we succeeded doing that, we also found out that those people we thought were friends actually weren’t at all! We also realised that there was so much more to life than shopping centers (and being brand whores).

We – me in particular – are truly blessed to have experienced a roller coaster ride we call life that has really taught us so much, especially to be grateful for what we have. I think being without life’s luxury and having MUCH LESS resources to spend have made us smarter, more inventive and resourceful when it comes to how to be happy. I’m still a South Jakartan inside, but now it’s just geography. I’m now much more content and happier than ever before and as much as I enjoy shopping I now only buy the things I need, regardless of the brand. Another thing that has changed is that I care very little of what people think of my personal belongings but more of what people think of my character, the way I think and the REAL me.

I know probably some of my friends think I may very well be on my way to becoming a delusional hippie, but life is so much fun when you get to see all the beautiful scenery the world has to offer than the stiff concrete walls covering those factory/boutique outlets. I mean, how many shops can you go through before you get nauseated anyway, right??

Women are not animals, we aren”t objects and we certainly aren”t the cause of ‘’sinful desires” that we must be covered from top to toe in order to facilitate stupid and backwards thinking men who have only one thing on their minds: sex. We are or should be equally valued members of the society that should be judged by our abilities and contributions to the society and not seen only as child bearers, walking vaginas and virgins ripe for the taking.

Acehnese women were warriors, innovators, home protectors, food gatherers and surely not second class citizens. We are not helpless, dominated and submissive women, we wore pants since as long as we remember and we led wars!

This recent law in West Aceh that continues to walk all over Acehnese women, degrading us and making us look like a stupid herd of cows who knows to do nothing but accept sexual desires and advances of men and to say yes to whatever they tell us to really pisses me off.

West Aceh to Ban ”Tight” Trousers, Shorts

Banda Aceh. Beginning January, Muslim women in West Aceh district will have to make sure their pants are not too tight lest they run afoul of the province’s feared religious police.
If caught violating the new regulation, “their pants will be cut up on the spot and replaced with a skirt provided free of charge by the government of West Aceh,” district head Ramli Mansur said.
In fact, he said the government had already ordered 7,000 skirts of various sizes from Jakarta to be distributed by Shariah police to women caught with tight-fitting pants during raids.
Ramli said the new regulations, which will prevent Muslim women from wearing tight, curve-revealing clothing and Muslim men from wearing shorts, was issued at the behest of local clerics who asked the government to implement Shariah law as thoroughly as possible in the district.
“The law does not prohibit women from wearing pants. What’s prohibited is wearing tight-fitting pants or jeans,” he said. “If, for instance, they have to wear pants, they have to cover their ankles and wear a loose skirt over it.”
Clothing vendors have also been urged not to sell tight-fitting pants to Muslim women.
Ramli, a former guerilla fighter for the Free Aceh Movement (GAM), said that the rules would only apply to Muslims.
“We still honor the rights of non-Muslims, so they don’t need to fear,” he said.
According to Ramli, the number of Muslim women who already dressed according to the regulation was about 20 percent.
Over the next two months, the West Aceh authorities will conduct awareness-raising campaigns for the regulations. One such method, Ramli said, would be to encourage government employees to refuse to serve Muslims wearing “un-Islamic” clothing.
“Government staff who disobey the regulations themselves will be dismissed from their posts,” he said, although he said that staff members would be given warnings first.
Ramli acknowledged that the regulation would stir public controversy.
“If people disagree, don’t be mad at me — be angry at God, because what I impose is religious law,” he said.
“In the afterlife, I will be asked by God, what have I done for the people of West Aceh during my term in office. What I am doing now is enforcing thorough Islamic law.”
Acehnese women’s rights activist, Syarifah Rahmatillah, said in Banda Aceh that West Aceh’s decision seemed hasty and without a legal foundation.
“In the qanun on Shariah, there is mention of Muslims having to dress according to Islamic law, but there is no detail as to what constitutes Islamic clothing — so we cannot just make up the rules,” said the executive director of the Women’s Partnership forum (MISPI) in Aceh.
Syarifah said there were a number of other things the government could do regarding the application of Shariah in Aceh, including public welfare, sanitation and corruption.
“Other regions in Indonesia want to see Shariah succeed in Aceh, but since it was put in effect in 2001, all we seem to be dealing with is women’s clothing,” she said.
“There is a tendency to view Islamic law from just a very narrow perspective.
“Just look at the bathrooms at government offices in Aceh. Do they reflect Islamic values, since many of them are dirty and the water sometimes doesn’t run? And that’s just one example,” she added.
Syarifah suggested that before imposing the regulation, West Aceh take measures to support the implementation of Shariah that does not merely focus on the punitive aspects.
“In his three years in office in West Aceh, what has Ramli accomplished that he is now reduced to handling such trifling issues,” she said. “Many of his people still live below the poverty line; he should give his priority to people’s welfare because that is an important issue endorsed by Islam.”

Can you think of anything sillier to focus on? Does this sound like what God would choose to fuss over? I feel sorry for these extremist bastards for having such a petty God who can”t control the penises of it’’s creation.

Hey everybody! It seems like my stupid sister has abandoned this blog yet again. While she”’’s not here, I””d like to add some class to this blog by publishing  this very interesting piece I””ve been wanting her to, but as you know how that uptight bitch always thinks whatever I do is stupid and crass, she wouldn””t publish this piece if her life depended on it.

Anyway, this story I””d like to share with you is just about how I know a girl who’s obsessed with naming private parts. She named hers, she named her boyfriends”” and now that she’s married, she even named her husband’s, although I””m not at liberty to tell you what it is, except that it starts with a “T” and ends with an “O” and has “he Bald Her” in the middle.

She started the whole naming private parts thing in 1995 when she named her then-man’s schlong ‘Moby Dick’. In turn, her then-man named hers ‘Xena’ because apparently, hers is ‘fierce, never gives up without a fight, and a biter’. Naturally, she stayed with that name because it made her seem like a sex goddess (unless she is now known as Sasha Fierce, in which she has yet to tell me about it).

In the early 2000s, I found out that she even named her breasts Bert & Ernie. Go figure.

Then as time goes by and as men glided in and out of her life, she kept on naming these men’s schlongs (or for some, schlorts) because she couldn””t quite help herself, just like my sister in an all you can eat restaurant. There were some very stupid names, but there were several very memorable ones.

Some names that she told me about and that stuck in my mind were: Pharaoh, Son of God, Golden Knob, Corn on the Cob, The Vengeful Lollipop, Chicken Head (don’t ask where this name came from), Mr. President (this one is named after Bill Clinton who stands up whenever a woman enters a room), HDL – short for Huey, Dewey and Louie, apparently because that particular member was a triple threat), Fat finger, Absolut (she said this one kinda looked like the Absolut Vodka bottle) and Dick Tracy. This particular dick was named Dick Tracy not because of it’s inquisitiveness, but because it is, like the comic character, hard hitting, fast shooting and supremely intelligent. It might have worn spectacles at some point, smoked a cigar and was fathered by Einstein, I don””t really know.

There was a particular one I remembered that she named Bob, after Bob Marley. She said she named it Bob because it was so intoxicating it was almost like weed, made her high everytime. At that point, I just wanted to take a drag.

I adored this girl and her imagination. We used to laugh for hours talking about these names and how she came up with them. I envied her ability to look at a dick but see an entirely different thing, almost like magic, or maybe hallucination. Maybe it”’’s because of all the LSD she did in her youth.

I tried to name private parts for a while, and although I thought I came up with some genius names like Big Bird, Elmo, Oscar the Grouch and Cookie Monster, I realized that it wasn””t really genius because it all came from Sesame Street Character and it just made ME look like a freak with no childhood and father issues.

I stopped naming private parts names when I named one “Paul Cherboszky” and finally a “Hey You!”. I was spiralling down a pathetic ””name private parts”” tunnel and I didn””t know how to step on the brakes.

But after a few tries and a lot of alcohol, I quit and now I just think people who name private parts are idiots, or freaky.

What about you, ever name private parts?

Some even go as far as connecting the time of the earthquakes to verses in their holy books. I mean, come on people, wake up and smell the coffee!

If you still think like that and you are in college or university or graduated from either one, I feel sorry for you, it seems like you wasted a lot of money and didn’t get your money’s worth which is to turn you into individuals with brains that actually function with logic and reason.

Indonesia Anonymous was nice enough to say that they see nothing wrong in being religious and thinking that these disasters were the will of God. Well I think it’s really stupid to think that this has anything to do with God, and the same thing with being religious, but that’s just me and my motor mouth’s opinion.

Just to answer those religion fans out there that might have some beef with me (and by beef I mean crazy rage that might want me dead for even suggesting that their God is a very mean, egotist and vengeful God who is a crazy narcissist wanting constant attention and smites people when he doesn’t have it by way of  tsunami/earthquake/forest fires/floods/insert your favorite natural disasters here) and ask “So Miss Smarty Pants, if it’s not God who made all of this happen, then who did? Whose fault is this??”

To all religious zealots out there, the things that cause these natural disasters are:

a. Well, other than the fact that our country is on a very sensitive part/plateau of the earth where things like this is bound to happen, it’s also ..

b. The greed of our government and big companies who pay off those in the government for letting them continue to cut trees, eroding the land; big fishing companies who catch ALL kinds of fishes (sometimes boots and cans, just like in cartoons) and destroy corals and other stuff in the sea, also causing erosion and disturbance in the sea while making money; letting just about anybody with money and resources tamper with nature for the sake of getting more Rupiahs, making Ibu Pertiwi (tr. what we call Indonesia when we were little, a romanticized name of the archipelago) more susceptible to damage and natural disasters.

It’s not God’s will, really. It’s the greed and stupidity of our government and the rich people who steer the government (my analogy: Government = monkey; Rich people who steer the government = Monkey trainers who have a LOT of bananas).

The sad thing is that as usual the poor are always the victims. And most of the rich are too busy jet setting or partying to care what happens to the poor. It’s a shitty world we live in and it really stinks. Cos shit stinks.

Not only are we getting more hot-headed, it seems that we are also falling deeper into ignorance. Which is a shame, because there should be no more excuses for one to be stupid and ignorance seeing as there is almost no restriction on the information flow into the country, nor is there a shortage of ways for a person to educate one's self autodidactically (by ways of internet, television, books etc).

We have also become a nation that is stubbornly disrespectful to other nations, people who are different to us and also our own culture. And by our culture I mean our indigenous culture, not the one you see nowadays in Indonesia or television which is full of ignorant telenovelas, gossip shows and rich people/celebrities sporting their hedonistic lives on national television.

The upside of these traits is none, while the downsides are many. By being hot-headed and ignorant, we often miss simple truths and even more often we are easily provoked by the smallest of things. The most recent issue that has taken Indonesia like a storm is how our Malay brothers and sisters from Malaysia are “thieves”.

We accuse them of stealing this and that from our culture to our cuisine, while in fact we are both Malay people sharing many of the same culture and cuisine that it's a little absurd (not to mention difficult) to claim which is whose and so on.

Take for example the recent debacle over the Pendet dance that we claimed to have been used by the Malaysian government in an ad they made to promote their country. This issue had turned countless Indonesians angry, with our Minister of Tourism hastily sending a letter to his Malaysian counterpart, demanding the ad campaign be removed. Turns out it wasn't so, it was misunderstanding and a BIG mistake on our part especially because we did not do our homework before blasting bullets to the so-called enemy.

But did we apologize to them or acknowledge the truth publicly? No. We just swept the truth under the rug and continued calling Malaysia names. Basically we remained shameless and stubborn bullies.

Some people went as far as protesting in front of the Malaysian Embassy over their “unauthorized use of the Pendet dance” their mysterious “ad”. Why the Indonesian media blew the accusations out of proportion which created havoc but didn't really publish the truth after they found out (with the exception of The Jakarta Globe), is beyond me.

But as I wrote in one of my older posts, the Indonesian media is as responsible to many of the things happening in our country, as the Indonesian people (who are easily provoked by these so-called “news” then usually go running amok like a drunken bull without getting all their facts straight) themselves.

Now as if that's not embarassing enough, our resurfaced accusation of Malaysians using one of our folk songs called “Terang Bulan” and turning it into their National Anthem has really put us in a shit-hole. Leading Indonesian musician and artist, Remy Sylado, as quoted by The Jakarta Globe, said the so-called Indonesian song “Terang Bulan” (“Moonlight”) was actually an adaptation of “La Rosalie,” which was composed in the 19th century by Pierre-Jean de Beranger of Francey.

Citing a Dutch historical text on national anthems, Sylado said the song became popular in the former French colony of the Seychelles and arrived in the Malay archipelago at the turn of the 20th century, where it was eventually used as the basis for Malaysia’s anthem, “Negaraku” (“My Country”).

The Malaysians can easily accuse us as thieves ourselves. The question is, who's the thief now?

Why are we that easy to provoke, especially when it comes to matters of religion and the relationship of Indonesia and Malaysia? Were'nt we at one point one people? Why do we keep on blasting Malaysians for “stealing” cultural heritage but don't do much to promote it ourselves? Why do we get angry when a country “steals” cultural heritage but feel at ease about stealing other people's culture? (This is in relation to the fact that the Indonesian “indigenous” is actually heavily influenced by the Chinese, Arabs, Indians, Aborigines, European, Portuguese, other South East Asian countries etc)

Now as a person and a member of our nation we must ask ourselves. Why are we easily provoked? We should stop this silliness and learn to contain our emotions. Most importantly, true to the saying that those who live in a glass house should not throw stones, we should be aware of our own weaknesses, of the things that we “stole” accusing other people of anything.

Think about it, maybe the truest “culture” we have at the moment is corruption. And that's not even something to be proud about.

Spanduk ini menurut banyak orang terpampang di pintu jalan tol Bogor (bagi teman-teman yang pernah melihatnya, tolong konfirmasikan, apabila benar, silahkan membaca terus apabila salah, mohon saya diberi tahu dan tulisan ini boleh tidak diacuhkan) dan dipasang oleh oknum non-pemerintahan, namun sepertinya didukung oleh Pemda Bogor (seiring aspirasi Bogor yang ingin menjadikan kotanya sebagai kota ”Halal”)

Mungkin bagi sebagian orang spanduk ini lucu, imut, jenaka atau normal, atau mungkin biasa saja dan bukan sama sekali hal yang penting sampai patut dijadikan suatu pembicaraan apalagi postingan blog. Namun bagi segelintir (termasuk saya) spanduk ini menggelitik otak dan membuat otak saya berpikir bahwa spanduk ini sangatlah tidak mengenakkan khusunya bagi mereka yang diasosiasikan sebagai pemakan daging babi.

Pertama, ini benar benar spanduk yang politically incorrect dan sangat mendiskriminasikan para pemakan babi yang notabene adalah non-muslim. Ada apa di belakang pemasangan spanduk seperti ini? Bukankan negara kita negara Bhinneka Tunggal Ika yang merupakan negara bagi rakyat yang beragama majemuk? Mengapa nampaknya makin lama minoritas makin disudutkan, sampai sampai ingin di”isolasi”? (yang tentunya disini bukan dalam konteks di tempeli lak-ban, namun diasingkan) Mengapa disaat dunia lainnya makin maju dan cerdas dan semakin menghilangkan pembatas antara satu kelompok dengan kelompok lainnya dan membudayakan anggapan bahwa semua orang adalah setara, equal, satu derajat, negara kita seakan mundur 5000 langkah?

Ketika ada (banyak) oknum yang mengeles dan mengatakan, “spanduk itu kan dibuat maksudnya agar orang berhati-hati dalam mengkonumsi daging babi di musim flu babi ini,” Di situ saya geleng-geleng kepala. Pertama, flu babi bukan didapat dari mengkonsumsi babi, tetapi dari sesama manusia, Kedua virus flu babi yang biasa sebetulnya tidak mematikan tetapi virus flu babi H1N1 adalah merupakan mutasi dari virus tersebut dan virus flu lainnya, dan ketiga, kalaupun memang flu babi itu dapat menular dari daging babi yang dikonsumsi, mengapa tidak ada yang dulu membuat spanduk “isolasi pemakan daging burung/unggas” ketika Flu burung/Sars yang tidak kalah ganas tersebar di Indonesia?

Sungguh kelakuan manusia yang membuat dan memasang spanduk ini, dan juga tidak adanya tindakan dari Pemda Bogor terlihat sabagai suatu dukungan terhadap spanduk dan pesannya ini adalah merupakan suatu hal yang memalukan dan dapat meretakkan keutuhan bangsa Indonesia.

Yang terakhir saya dengar juga, selain hal ini yang juga sedang menjadi trend saat ini adalah perumahan eksklusif yang berbasis agama. Misalnya perumahan bagi orang beragama A, dimana yang tidak beragama A tidak boleh tinggal atau membeli rumah disitu, dan pembeli rumah harus menanda tangani kontrak apabila suatu saat pindah, tidak akan menjual rumahnya ke orang yang selain agama A.

Lagi lagi suatu upaya menghancurkan pluralisme dan toleransi di Indonesia, tidak ubahnya seperti apartheid di Africa Selatan yang ditentang oleh banyak orang karena akan menciptakan kecurigaan, tidak adanya toleransi antar sesama rakyat yang berbeda agama atau etnis dan juga akan menimbulkan kecemburuan atau munculnya perasaan superior di kalangan (agama) tertentu.

Hal hal yang tidak pernah terjadi ataupun terpikir akan terjadi di masa Suharto, sekarang ini malah seperti resmi diberi pupuk oleh berbagai macam kalangan agar senantiasa lestari. Benar benar suatu hal yang membingungkan bagi saya pribadi dan juga saya yakin bagi banyak orang Indonesia lainnya.

Saya yakin para pejuang kemerdekaan Indonesia, penulis deklarasi kemerdekaan dan mereka yang dulu mengobarkan semangat juang dan kesatuan rakyat Indonesia sebagai satu negara hebat berbasis Bhinekka Tunggal Ika saat ini bersam-sama Ibu Pertiwi sedang menitikkan airmata. Sungguh apa yang terjadi ini adalah suatu kenyataan yang menyedihkan. Apa yang sebenarnya telah terjadi terhadap bangsa kita?

One thing that pissed me off about being a fat, beautiful and fabulous girl (FBF) was that for people like us, living in Indonesia is sometimes unbearable. Clothing and shoe stores seem to think that no Indonesian women can surpass size 8 and 40. They are sadly mistaken,  I”ve been a size 8, 22 and everything else in between (at different times, of course) and my shoe size usually vary between 41 and 42.

Another thing that pissed me off about living in Indonesia is that many ignorant people will tease and call you names (on one occasion a street vendor called me gendut (tr. fatty) and then I told him to fuck off. No, actually what I told him was that I can lose weight, problem solved, but he can”t do anything about the fact that he is butt ugly AND poor. I know I was being mean, but so was he).

Now the good thing about living there. One of the many good things is that there is an abundance of cheap tailors all over Jakarta and shoemakers that make custom shoes for those who are bigger than midgets. As for me, being able to design, draw and drill my tailors and shoemakers to turn my ideas into something wearable made me more unique than those skinny skanks that buy their clothes and shoes in ”normal” stores. Another plus was that I always had one of a kind outfits and footwear that nobody else had.

Apparently, not a lot of other fat girls are like me. As it turns out  many of us are perpetually pessimistic and stressed out about ourselves, obsessed about our weight and body, and view being overweight as a BIG problem, pun intended. Although it makes me sad that there are so many beautiful fat girls out there with confidence problems, I haven”t really thought about this for a long time, until a few nights ago.

I was browsing the net for new TV series when I saw a new reality series called More to Love. I searched TV.com for the summary and reviews and turns out it was a Bachelor like show for Big Handsome Men (BHM) who are looking for a Big Beautiful Woman (BBW).

(For those of you who want to watch the first episode, you can do so HERE)

Now I”m a sucker for good and wholesome reality shows (I know this is a paradox) and this seemed like a good one (the key word being ‘’seemed”) especially as I”ve always had a soft spot for fat people, being one myself my whole life.

But as I started to watch the show I went from excited to angry.

The show is just degrading to all fat women! And the fat bitches on that show are just whiny pathetic fatties that gives the rest of us FBFs a bad rep! No wonder American chick and teen flicks are always full of skinny bitch of a cheerleader making fun of fat girls, it’’s the FBF’’s mentality that makes them victims!

There is at least one fat girl who said they had never been on a date in their life. There are at least two who had never had a boyfriend. There are several who went on and on about how when they go out men will only approach their skinny friends and will ignore them, and there is one (or two?) who constantly think that a man she likes will think she is too fat for him and would prefer her skinny friends.

Well bitches, I hate to tell you this but someone’’s got to. Your problem is not your body, it’’s your FUCKING ATTITUDE!

I mean, come on, get real.. Nobody’’s gonna respect you if YOU don”t respect you. Some of these girls aren”t even that fat! I”m almost 5”8 (170 cm) and at my heaviest I was up to 240 lbs (110 kgs) and even then I had boyfriends (yes, plural. Not necessarily one bf at one time) or a husband AND men who lusted over me. Some of these girls were only 180-200 lbs (80-90 kgs), some of them were quite tall, and ALL of them are pretty. Pretty girls complaining about their looks irritate the hell out of me!

What’’s worse is that there are beautiful women out there who think they are totally undesirable to men because they are build like Venus – the Goddess of Love – who has a soft, round, feminine shape that is actually a turn on to many men. That’’s just idiotic.

If you whine and complain all the time about being fat and hate yourselves for it but do not do anything to change it, then you”re just a stupid ass biatch. If you don”t want to get off your lazy ass and do anything to change your body, then ACCEPT it  as it is and LEARN TO LOVE it! You”d be surprised how people’’s perception and reaction towards you will be different once YOU change YOUR OWN perception about your self and your body.

You see, being big and able to look at the glass as half full will make you a positive person who shines on the inside. And when you are shining from the inside it doesn”t really matter anymore whether you look like that skanky ass Megan Fox or Roseanne Barr you”d be attractive and trust me, you will attract people.

Back to the reality show. After watching this I also learned that women, no matter what size, can be real nasty bitches. Here are a group of women who think they are victims of discrimination because they are fat, but they still talk smack about their peers. Man, this show sucks so bad that I have no other choice but to keep watching it if only to see what more these bitches will say and do to compete in winning the heart of the so-so 26 yr old BHM (who they keep on gushing over how ”cute” they think he is) who is not only BIG but just happens to earn a six-figure income (so much for his ”cuteness”, huh? I guess I know what part of him they find cute. His bank account!) As they say,  ”love doesn”t only belong to skinny people”, but money matters to all, skinny, fat, beautiful, even to ugly people (the latter of which I made up based on personal experience)

Huh.. and ever wonder how nobody will admit that they”re ugly? Not even the uglies themselves? But as  interesting as this maybe, it will remain for a future post.

a. Indonesian people working overseas, often suffering abuse and inhumane treatment for a measly 100 dollars or less per month so that they can send it home to their families;

or,

b. Rich Indonesians (who got their money mostly by corruption/nepotism/collusion or selling the country’’s resources to foreign power) who like to go overseas several times a year for vacations and while they are there, they spend a LOT of rupiahs causing the further weakening of the rupiahs.

I think type “a” are heroes. Unfortunately the government seem to think type “b” are heroes that must be protected by all means. Maybe because the majority of the government members also belong to “b”?

Which one is yours?

Here are a few I found here and there. Enjoy!

A – Style, and Italian fashion company

A Pharmacy

I imagine this is a kids’’store, maybe for toys or clothes? I really hope it’’s not a place to get a sex change operation…

A dance studio, and I must admit, the logo is rather eye catching

This is actually a logo for a language school that specializes in Oriental languages (can”t imagine what else they ‘’specialize” in)

A dental clinic.

Although what’’s written says one thing, what’’s drawn definitely says another.

This place is probably filled with angry and misled catholic priests.. I heard Jacko (when he was alive) spent a great deal of time here as well, if only to look at the logo and daydream..

And last but not least, my favorite: The computer doctors.

They might be some other kind of doctors too. Can”t really tell, maybe someone could go there and ask?

This is exactly what we need. Further reason to make the rest of the world think we are a country full of terrorist psychos who abide a stupid belief that encourage them to kill, kill and kill. Plus, this will no doubt have further effect on our economy, making our country less and less attractive for foreign investors to invest in Indonesia.

What kind of religion/god/saint/prophet teaches people to kill other people???? This event just reaffirms my belief that organized religions are tools of Satan.

Fuck You Terrorists! You are not going to heaven, you are going to hell!!