before this day i was a very proud indonesia. i hold my head high whenever i talk about democracy. i knew nobody in (at least) south east asia can beat my country in terms of democracy. we’ve got the freest press; freedom of speech is nothing extraordinary to us; street demo is,  i bravely say,  a part of our democratic culture. in short, our democratic life is something to be envied by the rest of the world.

but today i read news that on last wednesday, the GA just published five titles of banned books in indonesia. I was stunned to read this news.what i know is after reformation, there is no more censorship on publications. but….but…..butt…m losing my pride now.

what were they thinking? they told us those books could cause yadayadayadayada…..confusion and yadayadayadayada…..spread heretical teachings. yadayadayadayada…….

do they think that we peope all brailess idiotic morons? who are they to tell us what to read and what not to read?  i also heard that some law makers also approved the ban on those books  for the same reasons as what the GA spewed forth . for….&**&&***’s sake….what were they thinking?

i have a very embarrassing experience about book banning.

I only knew about  Pramoedya Ananta Toer’s infamous The Buru Quarted when i did my master degree in Malaysia. I was doing my Nation and Narration class and my lecturer asked me to write a paper about Child of All Nation. out of stupidity, i asked my lecturer who the writer of the book was. she sort of smiled in disbelief that i, an indonesian,  had no knowledge about that famous book. do u want to know how i felt at that time? i felt like hiding in the remotest hole in the farthest corner of the class. i was red-faced.

so delvi, how come that you don’t know about Pramoedya and his books?

because those books were once banned by the GA. because no body put those books on the school curriculum. because we lived in the era of authoritarian regime and it was so powerful that it can ban anything it did not like. because, it did not want us to know the truth or other version of the truth which was different from the regime’s official version of the truth. because it did not want to give us choices. because it wanted to control us!

and i thought i m no longer living in that kind of stupefying era . but i was wrong. these day, the GA still ban books and m losing my face.

and my last words for this book banning thingy are:

what a very extraordinary stupid policy….

my sister still did not let me go out even to take my ms.devil (the name of my nissan sunny 1300) into a near by car wash saloon. i technically spent my whole day sleeping on my bed. i took my medication at 8 in the morning, fell asleep and only woke up at 12.30 in the afternoon to take my other medication. i expected i would fall asleep again in a moment or two (oh how i hate my doc for who prescribed  me medicine which keeps me feeling sleepy). but before i wonder to the dreamy world again let me tell you what i think about the current development in the massive anti-graft rally in my country.

Generally, the rally ran smoothly and peacefully. At least for this time being, the situation in Jakarta was something not to worry about. I saw on tv, people were gathering around MONAS (the National Monument), singing songs, reading a poem entitled “Negeri pada Bedebah” (The country of the Bastards), and  delivering speeches demanding the SBY government to settle the Century Bank scandal. As I said before, overall the rally was a peaceful moral movement by the people dedicated to the goodness of the nation.

(How i wish i could be there! Oh how i miss the moment when i was still a student and joined rallies and marched to the province house of representative building. it was so fun but at the same time deliberating. sympathetic passer bys would give us free drinks and cigarettes)

However, the same  moral movement in Makassar, South Sulawesi failed to follow suit. Students involved in a brawl with the police. They were water-canoned and tear-gassed by the police. According to a  Metro TV news anchor the incident started to brew when the students failed to give the governor of the province a petition on a movement to eradicate corruption because he was not in office. i don’t know why but the students got so emotional and started to hurl stone to the name plank of the governatorial office complex. then as predicted, this stone-hurling action woke up the id of the police squad and made them  bring out their anti-demo standard gears: water canon and tear gas. then here we go, the students left the governatorial building alone and aimed their stones to the police.

the incident then developed into an anarchist street movement where some scores of people (we do not know yet whether they were students or something else) started to pelt stones to a KFC restaurant, damaged a police station, destroy cars on the streets. Fortunately, this  incident could be handled quickly when the police agreed to hold talk with the students and apologized for the tear gas and water canon.

I personally do not agree with the stone-throwing incident. Today’s rally was supposed to be a peaceful movement commemorating the international anti-graft day. The key word is “peaceful”. So, I did not sympathize with  both the too-easily-getting-emotional students and the police squad. But if i have to put some blame, i would blame the governor.

Today was a big day. Everybody took to the street  showing their support to eradicate corruption from the country. But why the hell was the governor of the province missing from his office? He was supposed to be there, in the front row, together with the mass, shouting “Say No to Corruption”. Yet, he was not there? Was it the sign that he did not support the movement?  Was it something else? If i were the governor, i would be there the whole day, ascend from my office, greet the mass and told them…”let’s free our country from corruption”. then crowd would feel happy and disperse to the thin air since they knew that those in power had listened to them.  As a result, everyone would have their happy ending. no need for tear gas, water canon or stone-hurling.

In any demo, scuffles or clashes or whatever name you wish to call it  between the mass and the police  result in the feeling of disappointment on the part of the mass for this main reason: they want to be heard but nobody in power seems to listen to them or accommodate their wishes. My thesis is all of these rubbles are caused by one way communication taking place between the people and those entrusted with power. Why one way communication?  the students of Makassar wanted to give the governor a petition but he was not there to receive his people. Then, no two-ways communication  taking place. Or, some other students  in other place wanted to enter the parliament building but the police prevented  them from doing so for no apparent reasons. Therefore, no two-way communication happening. Or, the people want to voice their anti-corruption sentiment but the president told the crown “you guys all want to unseat me”. Nah, do you call it an effective communication? As a consequence, the people would feel frustrating and begin to attract attention by mmm……throwing stones or burning tiers and  the police  would really have no idea how to deal with the  people and finally resort in mmmmmm…..”water canon and tear gas doz damned demonstrators”.

Demo is no longer an unusual thing in Indonesia’s political scene. For the past ten years, the people of Indonesia has been used to rallies or demos or any massive people movement taking place in their vicinities. And I believe that we have known the pattern of the demos in the country: people would have a demand, gather in the street of in front of governmental offices demanding something or merely voicing their aspiration and after that go home.

oh  how i wish i could fight the effect of my sleeping pills….m about to doze off  now……

In short, for those in power please be there when the people want to tell you something! Or else?

i don’t know whether to curse or thank god for the mild illness that i suffer since last night. My doc ordered me to take some rest or my condition would get worse. I personally hate it when i have to just sleep on my bed without doing nothing. yes i laid myself  still under the watchful eyes of my sister (she got very very mad when i decided to go to university this morning and ordered me to….”Big SiS go bAck to your Bed or I’ll Call Mom”) but my mind wondered to the so many make up classes i should make by the end of the semester.

But the best thing about being sick is i have all the time in the world to blog (yeah that sis of mine didn’t approve this but finally she let me do what i want after i threatened her not to top up  my pre-paid internet provider and she knew it  too well she that would not be able to satisfy her facebook thirst without this…………… ha ha ha ha  i won!

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Tomorrow will be a big day for the people of Indonesia. On December 9th, which  is the World Anti Corruption Day,  some national NGOs plan to stage a big rally  across the country demanding the government to be serious in its bid to fight rampant corruption in the country. I suppose the entire nation should get involve in this big event for if corruption is till there, this nation will go nowhere. I suppose everyone should be happy because the awareness about the danger of corruption has been increasing  on the grass root level. It’s supposed to be great to have such a  rally happen in Indonesia, which is named as one of the most corrupt countries in the world.

I suppose Mr. President should be happy that the people is in the mood to say no to any kind of corruption. But, i don’t know why this rally infuses too much of fear to the spine of this semi-god president (how else should i call him? he’s got no opposition and his party is way too dominant in the parliament). I suppose everyone familiar with the Indonesian matter will understand what I am talking about. For those who have no idea about I am rambling about, read this article from today’s the Jakarta Post edition

They want to topple me: President

Hans David Tampubolon and Irawaty Wardany , The Jakarta Post , Jakarta | Mon, 12/07/2009 11:21 AM | Headlines

President Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono has once again made public his fears of the possibility of a political movement to topple him under the guise of antigraft rallies and on the back of the Bank Century scandal.

“I prayed at night with my wife and family,” Yudhoyono said Sunday in a televised speech during his Democratic Party’s summit in Jakarta.

“What are these lies and character assassinations *against me* for? My logic says these political movements want to discredit, shake and topple me in the short term.”

Yudhoyono was referring to allegations from several NGOs, particularly the Bastion of People’s Democracy (Bendera), to the effect that several people in Yudhoyono’s inner circle, including his son Edhie “Ibas” Baskoro, received money from the Bank Century bailout.

The bailout cost Rp 6.76 trillion (US$716 million).

Yudhoyono used his speech Sunday to once again deny any wrongdoing by himself, any of his close associates or the Democratic Party in relation to the bailout.

He added he had been briefed about a rally planned for Dec. 9 to mark International Anticorruption Day, but was really based on a “hidden political scenario” unrelated to the antigraft movement.

“Thank God, though, I’ve received fairly complete informa-tion about who’s behind it and the target of the December 9 movement,” Yudhoyono said.

He also shot back at individuals and groups who had recently joined in the antigraft fray, saying they were simply hopping on the bandwagon, having never before deigned to get involved.

In an immediate response to Yudhoyono’s speech, Prabowo Subianto, founder of the opposition Great Indonesia Movement Party (Gerindra), dismissed his allegations, saying his party only sought to reveal the truth behind the Bank Century scandal.

This is the second case in which Yudhoyono has openly warned of a plot against himself.

On July 17, following the bombings earlier in the day of the JW Marriott and Ritz-Carlton hotels, he claimed to be a terrorist target and said the elections commission would be attacked to waylay his chances at the polls.

At that time, too, Prabowo was quick to deny any such threat.

With Yudhoyono’s predictions falling flat, debate arose over whether he had gone public to prevent such attacks or he had received poor intelligence.

Muhammadiyah chairman Din Syamsuddin said the President’s warning this time around might be true.

“Those who are part of the anticorruption movement, please step forward. Those who are not, do not stand in the way,” he said cryptically.

Former Corruption Eradication Commission (KPK) deputy chair-man Erry Riyana, said Yudhoyono’s concern that the antigraft movement could be exploited for ulterior motives at the expense of public interest and order was under-standable.

“The most important thing is that the President does not forbid the December 9 demonstration,” he pointed out.

Some observers, however, accuse Yudhoyono of falling prey to his paranoia, and say he should stop playing his old card of being the victim to gain public support.

“I truly regret his statement about there being a hidden agenda behind the December 9 movement,” said Fadjroel Rachman from the Coalition of Anticorruption Civil Societies (Kompak).

“The rally is meant as a celebration of the anticorruption spirit. If the President is innocent, why should he be worried about it?”

Have you got it folk? I suppose you have.

I personally don’t think that tomorrow’s rally is meant to topple the president. I also do not think that the rally is politically motivated, let alone it is meant to sack the president from his cushy seat.  My opinion is  that impeachment at this early stage of SBY’s second term  will be politically too costly for the nation. I don’t think things will go that far especially if the president has no hands  in any dirty melodrama surrounding the KPK vs POLRI vs GA three-cornered rumbles and the Century Bank Gate. Why fear Mr. President?

I didn’t see this unreasonable fear when he served his first term as the president. he was not this powerful at that time. But why now? Why fear when he has the whole cake in his hands? Is it the early symptom of  the unlimited power to come? Will we Indonesians once again witness the rule of the unchecked, the do-not-criticize-me-or-else, or the this-act-will-undermind-my-power-s0-i-need-to-crack-it-down?

Thinking about this gives me fever. Seriously! I do not want to go back to the time when i cannot say my thought out of fear. I do not want to go back to the time when walls have ears and you have to whisper all of the time. Nobody will hear you!

I hope tomorrow’s rally will be really a big campaign for promoting corruption free society.

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Okeh, my time is up! see…… my sister has given a sign that i need to take my medication soon and go to sleep. “or else”, she said.

1. I am alive

2. No more broken-hearted.

3. My father  bought me a car  right after the big earthquake hit Padang.

4. I’ve got my driving license despite my shameful-driving-skill ( i almost died two weeks ago since my car’s brakes failed me when i drove on a steepy slope near Bung Hatta Library in my Bukittinggi).

5. It’s still so difficult to find a place to stay in Padang.

6. I am dead busy with my you-will-not-believe-it teaching schedule.

7. i just bought an internet modem which means i can go online whenever and wherever i want. Finally, after a month hiatus, i start blogging again! (i used to count on the internet at my uni. it sucks!)

8. Yeah…you are rite….I posted nothing during the past month but NEVER EVER think that i do not follow the hocus pocus of the political circus taking place in my country. Just wait till I finish marking my students mid-term test answer sheets, i will go on and on and on and on about current issues which catch my interest.

9. My uncle was right. He said, “no need to mend your broken heart……find a new heart”. I’ve stopped crying myself to sleep for the past thirty days.

10. I will start blogging regularly after today. Don’t call me Delvi if I fail doing it.

P.S. Still I could not post something worth reading for this time being. I’ve got stacks of student’s paper to read on my table now.

m in malaysia now staying in alson klana nilai. i didn’t mean to stay in this hotel or  spend one more night in this country yet for the cancellation of my flight, air asia needs to give us a room to stay tonight and schedule us to fly back home tomorrow morning.

it was such an adventure for me. on friday, i supposed to fly the 2.10 p.m flight but few days beforehand they moved it to friday morning 8.50 a.m flight. today they did another rescheduling but the did not inform us at all. so when i reached their check-in counter one hour before my flight,  i saw no one but the sign board boasting  this word: CLOSED. so i went to their customer service booth and was told that the flight had been moved to earlier flight. they asked me to wait until three thirty before they were able to give me further information. the staff  which  manned that booth gave me a ten malaysian ringgit worth mcdonald’s voucher for lunch. (i m never a big fan of this restaurant  and that air asia staff  looked tired)

so i waited and waited and waited and waited and after checking for three times only at  four thirty they asked me to proceed to counter no 12 to get my boarding pass. i was so happy thinking about going home soon. to be honest, i came to kuala lumpur this time just to cry. i went thru too many disappointments.  i named this recent trip of mine “tearful journey”. hey! do not laugh at me! seriously, i came to kl just to sit in the corner of a coffee shop doing something resembling beckett’s waiting for godot. and you know after the third sip, i began sobbing. i have expected that i will meet that “too many disappointments” and sort of prepare myself to handle them yet still i cried

so, finally i got to the  boarding room and sat patiently before gate number 13. after quite sometimes, a crew came and opened the gate and told me and seven other passengers to follow him. can you imagine that big new series of boeing air bus flies to padang only to transport eight of us. so VIP! however, when the flight attendant demonstrating how to fasten your seat belt, the captain went out of his cockpit and told his crews that the flight must be canceled due to some technical problems.

seeing the captain out of his abode, i knew immediately that i would not go home tonight. then, one crew ushered us back to the terminal and we went trough boarding process in reverse mode. again, we were given a mcdonald’s voucher for dinner and were told to wait there until they could book  hotel rooms for us to stay

so here i am now, typing this post in the lobby. i’ve been here before. way back  in 2008 i presented a paper in this hotel’s seminar room. yeah another memory. how i wish i could find ways to erase particular memories from my brain the way i delete some files from my laptop. but the wish leaves me with a question:  will i feel better if  i can do it?

for the past three days i’ve been told so many wise words from those who care about me trying their best to show me my way home. yeah home: the notion that gives you security; a place where you are blessed with happiness and no sad tears are allowed. “stay home!” a voice warned me. but i m such a subborn girl. i strayed away from home to try my luck! and then here i am now: stranded both literally and figuratively speaking.

 

 

it’s been more than two weeks after the earthquake.

i have started teaching this week. despite teaching in a tent for every storied building at my uni is either completely flattened to the ground or not safe to use, i am glad everything is getting back to normalcy.well, what i mean is i m back at work and my students are back in class……..err…..tent.

yeah padang has started to move on with life. you could see school kids going to school or petty traders going to the markets to keep the economy going. padang is never a beautiful city (compared to my beloved bukittinggi) but i can’t deny that the scene of the survivors trying to get on with life amidst rubbles from collapsed buildings is really beautiful.

but the notion of  “life is getting back to normalcy” does not mean that everything is OK for me and the rest of us in padang and other affected areas. technically, i am and many others are homeless in padang. for some of those who are lucky enough for their homes are still there proudly standing, they still need to deal with no supplies of clean water and electricity. you know what happened to me? i slept at my friend’s house but i took a bath at my s00n-to-be-former-land lady’s place and shat at my other friend’s office and charged my handphone at my uni. i am a complete nomad then. and yeah life is a lot easier when m at uni since it still retains some little traces of civilization where i can still pretend that everything is nearly okay for i do not need to worry much when the nature calls.

but still, it’s beautiful to be alive. yes we have no homes, no school buildings, no shopping malls, no hotels, no hospitals because they have been decimated by the nature but we need to live-to stay alive. if the spirit is still there, building all those which have gone is just a piece of cake.

but with all those stupid rumors that in other few months there will be another big earthquake for a particular seismic plate near mentawai has not reached its stabil point yet, how to waive that feeling of insecurity?

some students of mine even have planed to move out from padang and try their luck in other place in indonesia. i heard that some students even decided to quit university and live a peaceful life back in their kampung for fear of earthquake and tsunami. a friend of mine begged to her boss to be transferred to other city.

everybody seems to want to leave. but i personally thing that’s not the best thing to do. where are you going to run when it comes to disaster? two weeks ago it might be padang’s turn to get hit. tomorrow it might be new york or honolulu or leiden or beijing. we will never know, will we? so, what we can do now is be alive and do something.

i think my government should really seriously think about investing some money in disaster education or prevention or stuff like that. for disaster prone area like my place (we’ve got volcanoes, rivers, shores, valleys. hills, swamps) people need to be educated about the a-to-z-of any kind of disaster we might have. i think we should also begin thinking about inventing technology to prevent some disasters and to, at least, minimize the destruction and casualties for disasters like earthquake and tsunami. i think it’s a better thing to do than policing the people’s moral like the government of padang or west sumatra in general were busy doing (experts said padang is completely unprepared for earthquake and tsunami).

yeah they told me some shits like the earthquake flattened ambacang hotel since it’s a place of immorality for the rescuers found some naked bodies in the decimated rooms; padang was hit badly because the people were lazy to pay zakat. so what you need to do is to be more pious or stand the wrath of god!

i just cringed to that stupid idea. it is an analysis of a complete lazy mind. however, in the society m living in, to dismiss that notion of god’s involvement in disasters is also equally stupid (people will label you “secular, westernernized, atheist……”) . so i said:

“yeah god is mad at you by giving you flood since you keep cutting the trees in the forest. god is getting emotional by sending you a killer tsunami and destroy your city because you destroy mangrove are near your shores. god is crazy to see your greed in poorly constructed buildings so a mild tremor could be dangerous.”

i hope i do not sound stupid either.

well this gadis kampung series is really my venue to complain about the fact that m a kampung girl.

i might be yeah ..you know liberal, cosmopolitan and blah blah blah but i still have to eat the fact m a kampung girl and need to bend down to the abiding norms of my kampung.

“you should think of what your kampung people will think about your words, your actions, who your friends are, and blah blah blah………”

yesterday, a friend of mine came all the way from new york to my city. so, it’s just normal you know if i wanted to take him to my home, you know taking him around. but i could not do it! no, i may not do it!

oh how i wish i were a boy. truly! i could take just any friends home. there would be no bruahaha.

but i may not do it. you know, a 7.9 magnitude earthquake did not prompt me to have a breakdown at all. but this restriction (of me cannot take my friends who happen to be male) home really sets me in tears. it hurts my pride.

if my brother can do it, why can’t i? if my brother is allowed to go home late, why can’t i?

and

i plan to go backpacking traveling thru sumatra and java in february with a pal (who happens to be a boy) and i believe everybody in the family will say “NO”

it’s my money and it’s my body but still the answer is “NO” no matter how i convince them that i do not copulate with just any man i meet! i m sure i know the do’s and the don’ts of being me. my records is clean you know.

how i wish i were a boy.

how i regret going home after all.

how i wish i could leave soon.

the murderous earthquake on last wednesday only lasted for 46 seconds. but it took my friend and twenty of her students away forever.

her name was destelina. she was such a sweet and tender lady. i have nothing bad to say about her even if she were still alive at this moment. she was always a favorite biology teacher amongst her students.

i remember  i went to her hometown to attend her wedding four years ago. she wore an indian wedding gown. it was green and fitted her well. she was  so beautiful.

this weekend, again, i will come to her hometown. this time i come to mourn and i hate it. i never like funeral. separation really hurts me.

my heart goes to her toddler child. losing a mother at such a tender age is not something easy to go thru.  but i believe destelina will always be with her. and i will always remember her.

see you destelina.

I am alive.

And  I am taking shelter in a nice building with electricity and internet connection at day time. Technically I am a refugee since my rented room was completely  decimated yesterday afternoon. 

Padang is officially isolated from outer access from any possible direction for collapsing bridges and landslides. Thank god now the rain has stopped pouring. Otherwise we will again go helter skelter out of the building hit by the quake and welcome by the rain only to get drenched.

I only stuffed assortments of instant noodles since last nite. No restaurants are  opened.

Moreover, fuel has become the new gold just now. Everybody is storming the petrol station and some even spark a minor vendetta fighting to get the remaining fuel left.

I am still trying to reach my brother. He sms-ed my family last nite telling them that he is OK. but the busy or  maybe paralysed network has failed me to reach him. Well, at least he is OK. My father planned to pick me up and take me home to Bukittinggi but because of Padang-Bukittingi route is disrupted by a massive landslide in Silaing, near the Epicentrum of this 7.6 magnitude earth quake, I think I will stay in Padang tonight.

I cannot write much at this time but promise to write more later when things have calmed down.

If I get thru this night unscathed,  I might be able to post some pics on the latest tremors. (even as a refugee i managed to take several poses near the wreakages of the fallen buildings).

If you want to help these poor victims of this West Sumatera earth Quake, you know how to do it right. What they need most is medicine, food, blanket, clothing, tents, sanitary napkin (the great tremor never succeeds to panic me but my period which suddenly came last night panicked me a real deal. I only had it lastweek anyway that i m wondering why it comes “again”  last night).

well see you when i see you folks.

i don’t plan to post anything serious during this idul fitri festivity mood, but this story really makes me sit my ass down and log in to my wordpress account.

you know i really can’t stand stupidity! Read the article taken from the jakarta globe below if you want to know what i mean:

September 25, 2009

Ade Mardiyati

A young recruit from anti-Malaysia group Bendera taking part in combat training. (Antara Photo)

A young recruit from anti-Malaysia group Bendera taking part in combat training. (Antara Photo)

Indonesian Vigilantes Prepare For Battle in Malaysia

At this moment in Jakarta, a group of Indonesians are putting the final touches to their plan to invade Malaysia and wage war. Benteng Demokrasi Rakyat has announced Oct. 8 as the date of this D-day, when it says it will avenge all the wrongs committed against Indonesia by its neighbor .

Established during this year’s presidential election, the group, also known as the People’s Democratic Defense, has attracted public attention with its protests calling on Indonesians to “kill Malaysians.” Earlier this month, the group set up roadblocks in Menteng, Central Jakarta, in an attempt to detain Malaysian citizens.

However, the roadblocks failed to net any Malaysians, according to Mustar Bona Ventura, the group’s coordinator. “If we had caught them, we would have sent them home,” the 32-year-old economics student said.

He said the group’s anti-Malaysian stance was not motivated solely by claims that the neighboring country has been busy stealing Indonesia’s culture.

“It’s the whole thing, including the claims on our islands and the abusive treatment of Indonesian migrant workers,” he said. “The breaking point was when they insulted us through our national anthem, ‘Indonesia Raya.’ ”

Tensions between the neighboring countries have reached a fever pitch this year due to unresolved sovereignty claims in the Ambalat waters; accusations that Malaysia has claimed Indonesian cultural heritage as its own, including the Balinese pendet dance, various dishes and batik; a recent offensive parody of Indonesia’s national anthem; and the abuse of Indonesian migrant workers in Malaysia.

Mustar said Bendera had already recruited more than 1,200 members and expects to sign up at least 300 more. The group said it recruited 600 volunteers in Greater Jakarta alone last week.

“People from all sorts of backgrounds came and registered,” he said. “We have students, farmers, lawyers, fishermen, teachers and many more. Disabled people also signed up.”

The group reportedly has 40 recruits who are deaf, 10 with limb deformities and 10 who are confined to wheelchairs.

Bendera’s seeming enthusiasm for conflict and claims that the planned invasion is going forward is contrary to government warnings: Teuku Faizasyah, a spokesman for the Foreign Affairs Ministry, has said the group’s members won’t get anywhere near Malaysia.

“If there are any Indonesian nationals who are intending to go to Malaysia for a confrontation, they will be arrested. It will be impossible for them to enter the country,” he said.

However, Mustar said that self-defense training and black magic spells designed to protect the troops had already been provided, with 150 members taking part in two sessions held at Bendera’s headquarters. The offices are located on Jalan Diponegoro in Menteng, Central Jakarta, an address that was formerly used as the headquarters for the Indonesian Democratic Party of Struggle (PDI-P).

“This [training] is to support our people, and we have also armed them with weapons that volunteers donated, such as samurai swords, ninja sticks and sharpened bamboo sticks,” Mustar said. “We really meant it when we said we were going to deploy [troops] to Malaysia to fight them on [Octoer 8].”

Asked how they intended to get their weapons through airport security, Mustar said, “It’s just a matter of technique. But of course we’re not telling you how.” He added that the cost of traveling to Malaysia was being covered by each individual.

He said the group had earlier sent letters to President Susilo Bambang Yudhoyono and the Malaysian Embassy in Jakarta containing its list of demands.

“First, we asked the government to close the Malaysian Embassy here and send all the country’s citizens back home. Second, the government should close our embassy there and send home all the Indonesian migrant workers.

“And last of all, we demanded that the government declare war against Malaysia.”

Single mother Yuni said she felt it was her duty to help Indonesia protect its cultural heritage from Malaysia and to stand up for the rights of abused migrant workers. Just last month, she registered as a volunteer for Bendera and said she was ready to go to Malaysia to join the war, even if that meant leaving her three children behind in Pandeglang, West Java.

“Malaysia stole our islands and insulted our national anthem. As a citizen, I am called to participate [in the war],” she said.

She said that if the Indonesian government and military failed to take action, it was up to citizens to take over. “My will is strong for saving our beloved Indonesia,” the 40-year-old said. “I’m not afraid of anything.”

Another recruit, Endo Kosasih, echoed her sentiments, saying he was not afraid to die if he had to go to the battle zone.

“It will be the same if you die now or tomorrow,” the 26-year-old said. “I am brave.”

Like his fellow Bendera members, Endo took part in the self-defense training course. He also learned how to shoot a bow and arrow, and said his aim had become quite accurate.

Endo said he had the support of his family and was determined to join the troops going to Malaysia so he could defend the motherland.

“We don’t want our nation to be harassed, our culture to be stolen or [the lyrics of] our national anthem to be twisted,” Endo said.

Mustar said the group had already sent 10 people to Malaysia, to conduct reconnaissance and draw up battle plans. “You could say they are our spies,” he said.

And on Oct. 8, Mustar continued, 1,500 Bendera troops will leave for Malaysia by air, land and sea, although he refused to elaborate. The group also plans to deploy a second batch of troops at a later stage, he said, adding that Bendera would work with Indonesian migrant workers and students in Malaysia to help boost its numbers.

“And once we get there, we will fight furiously in an open war with the Malaysians. Just like the wars you’ve seen on TV,” he said. “For us, Malaysia has really crossed the line.

“And if our government has no courage, then [it is time] we start a war.”

Volunteer Sugeng Widodo plans to leave his wife, who is four months pregnant, should the group call upon him.

“I prioritize my country,” the father of two said. “My wife and children breathe the air of this country. That’s why [I prioritize it].”

Back home in Klaten, Central Java, 37-year-old Sugeng is a farmer but said he had been trained in Jakarta to use arrows and spears. He said Bendera members would also be trained in the use of guns.

He said he was determined to fight and would stay in Malaysia until the issue of Indonesian ownership in the Ambalat waters was resolved.

“We see how our migrant workers are treated and the government doesn’t do anything about it,” he said. “Every citizen has the right to be protected.

“I will fight until the last drop of my blood. That is what I will do to defend my country.”

Asked what the group would do if the planned invasion on Oct. 8 failed, Mustar said they would evaluate and then go back to the drawing board. The main priority, he said, would be to demand the Malaysian government publicly apologize to all Indonesians.

However, he said he was optimistic that nothing would stop the invasion, not even the Indonesian government, and that everything would go according to plan.

“Indonesia will win! Indonesia will win!” he said.

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I only have one sentence for them: ARE YOU NUTS?

sigh, these people are really a complete joke. What a disgrace.