Sometimes, you wanna throw bules out of this country

“Indonesian and logic do not correlate.”
“Why you guys pronounce vowels not like us, English speakers?”
“Indonesian girls always keep some pair of shoes under their office desks. Gee.”
“This superstitious thing called kerokan...”
“...and not to mention masuk angin. What incomprehensible crap is that?”
“You are dark, but yours is nice, unlike the negroes. You know, their palms have different color than their hands.”
“She told me that I gain weight yet still shoves me with her experimental cooking. Very Indonesian.”
"Spicy is not a taste. It's a sensation."
“You are exotic.” --> yang ini pengen gw lempar bukunya Edward Said.

character

“F*ck Valentine’s Day, Happy Chinese New Year” was the reddest sign in the hostel. A lady clad in bubbly thick black winter jacket sat down near a wide window. She sipped the tea out of the white cup. I drank their tea and it was all water, no bold flavor in that pity cup. But, she drank it well maybe because she put some sugar in it. She held a note and a pen, her hair was frizzy, ugly dirty blond updo-ed with black elastic. She looked at me and jotted something down. I glared at her, ‘Lady, what are you doing? Are you describing me and making a character out of me in your horrendous note?’ It was snowing outside and yes, people were attracted to put some black on their white. But, you don’t describe me lady, not with that curious eyes. I am not a character unless I grant you permission. I slurped what’s left in my cereal, made a bit of sound with the bowl and wooden table, and then gave her a hate stare.