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I started food logging this month, so I actually have gazillions of food pics. That said, I don’t think I would put all of them as it would be too many 😅

Yeah, I know the title (and the topic) can be off-putting for some folks. That said, I honestly feel that we have been neglecting the topic of women’s health for far too long, up to a point that I would say we deliberately not talking about it, hm? It’s always “taboo” or “unladylike” or “uncouth” or “rude” for some of you lot whenever we are talking about women’s reproductive system, as if some of you were born from your mom’s nostrils.
Anyway.
I’m 40 years old, and as you readers here know, I had a period of pregnancy back in July-August. This is despite the fact I already had a contraceptive device in place. Not only just a “contraceptive” device. It was an IUD (intrauterine device), which said that the possibility of pregnancy is lower than 1%. That said, July-August happened, and things happened. After all was said and done, I went back again to my obgyn last week for a follow-up and another round of IUD insertion. Yes, I’m still choosing IUD as the chosen contraceptive method.
What made it different was/is, I opted for a hormonal IUD. This is a really new information for me as I always thought all IUDs are the same and made from copper. Hormonal IUD, however, do not. Just like any IUDs, a hormonal IUD is T-shaped, but it also releases a hormone called progestin. The hormone will help thicken the mucus on the cervix to stop sperm from meeting the egg, thin the lining of the uterus, and partly stop the egg from being released a.k.a. ovulation.
But why a hormonal IUD, though, if a regular cooper-based IUD can just do the same job?
Heavy flow menstruation/period.
The cause of the whole July-August-thingy was the IUD that I had at that time moved its position, thanks but no thanks to my heavy flow period. When a women is having a period, it’s not always a quiet flow of blood with 80-90% of water. Think… A waterfall. Along with the water, a waterfall also brings stones, branches, salmon, and all the forest’s debris you can think of. That’s a menstruation. And in some cases and individuals, the menstruation can be really heavy with a lot of uterus lining and blood clot.
(At this point, I’m itching to ask if you, readers, are already feeling squeamish with the talk of blood and menstruation, because if you are, then good. We need to talk more about this, and this is the point of this blog post. Yes, we women are bloodied creatures. We see blood more often than you think, so those media portrayals of women fainting at the sight of blood? Not actually happen.)
Such debris is a common sight, but in some cases, it can cause the IUD to move its position because of how heavy the flow is. Imagine having to face such a flow every month for 5 days for years. You’re welcome.
And that’s what happened. In my case, due to the heavy flow that I have, the IUD moved, which made the whole contraception concept rendered almost useless, and the chance of pregnancy just went up from under 1% to, say, perhaps 5% or more.
Hence, the hormonal IUD. When the doctor mentioned it to me, I was surprised because that was the first time I had heard about it. At first, she asked me my menstruation pattern, so when I told her I usually use a jumbo-sized 42.5 cm (it’s 16.7 inch for you Fahrenheit-users) that I change every 4 hours during my period, she put down her pen and said, “… that’s… not normal.”
“Eh? I thought it’s normal?? That’s how it was since my high school years???”
“That’s not normal, at least from my observation here. I imagine you always feel really tired and anemic during your period?”
“Y…es? But isn’t that supposed to be expected?”
“Tiredness during period is expected because our body is bleeding. But if it’s up to a point of extreme fatigue, pain, and anemia, that’s affecting your quality of life and well-being. It might have been considered normal back then, but now, with the supplements and treatments that we have, it is avoidable and treatable.
Heavy flow affects your lifestyle. How many times have you gotten woken up in the middle of the night, panicking if the blood leaked out of your pads, no matter how thick you are wearing your pads? How many times have you had to ask your husband if your pants are “safe” when you are out in public? How many times has your vacation been ruined by it? Not forget to mention the money; spending a lot of money to buy the big-sized menstrual pads, and perhaps, adult diapers because those pads no longer cut it.”
(She hits the bullseye in this. Yes, I even consider wearing adult diapers because of how heavy my flow is.)
I admit, I was upset. Not at the doctor, mind you. I was, and still am, upset at how we, the public, are not talking about this enough. For some reason, we tell our girls and women to “suck it up”. “That’s the risk of being a woman”, “that’s how it goes”, “women are indeed a fussy creature.”
Lemme just–
Just because the women before us did not have a comfortable moment during their period, it does not mean we, the women of today, have to be cruel to other younger women out there.
After the IUD procedure, the doctor also prescribed me a supplement. The name is tranexamic acid. Hormonal IUD usually needs 3-4 months for the body to adapt and have the period flow less heavy than before, so during the first 3-4 months, I need to take tranexamic acid when I’m having my period to help the flow lessen. Am I mad about it? Heck yeah. Again, this is the first time I found out about it.
Yesterday was my first time taking tranexamic acid, and let me tell you, those menstrual pad/tampon ads, showing girls with cooling breeze blowing their perfect blowout hair? Them smiling while jumping, running, and WEARING WHITE PANTS? Yes. That. That’s me. No panicking while feeling Niagara Falls gushing between my legs whenever I’m standing up, no crossing my legs when sneezing and coughing, no curling up on the bed and hissing whenever my husband breathes a little bit louder than usual.
That said, I am also glad. I’m glad I know about it now, so I can have a chat with my daughter, or any woman out there whenever they ask about taking care of themselves during menstruation. Everyone deserves a good rest and comfort (as comfortable as it could be) during their period. Menstruation is uncomfortable, but it doesn’t mean your quality of life should be affected badly to the point you can’t function at all.
In case you are a person with a period cycle and you are here because your Google Search shows you this post as you wondered if there is anything you can do about your heavy flow period, you can check with your doctor or obgyn and see if you can have the supplement (tranexamic acid) or hormonal IUD (if needed).











I wrote about Restoran Rose back in 2019 here. They now have moved locations, and the new restaurant is located right in front of the previous one.

I’m not sure if this is some kind of trend, but I have been noticing an increase in video clips, usually on Tiktok, from TV series. The clips are usually a “summary” of an episode and narrated by an AI voiceover. The names of the characters are wildly different from the actual characters’ name on the series.
Take this one for example:
@sholomestevan #foryou #fyp #show ♬ original sound – sholom estevan
On the video, you can hear that the main character’s name is Sachiko.
The actual character’s name? Not Sachiko (it was Izawa Miyuki.)
There is a food-related series with the main character’s name as Sachiko, though: Boukyaku no Sachiko.
Another one is Uncle Mike.
@jorel.malott #foryou #deliciousfood #tv #uncle #tiktok ♬ original sound – Zeus
The character’s actual name is Inogashira Goro from “Kodoku no Gourmet” (Solitary Gourmet). This series began in 2012 and spanned nine seasons. I used to watch “Kodoku no Gourmet” back when I still lived in Indonesia on the NHK World channel.
Legal issue aside, I found these types of videos really amusing, mostly in the sense that the characters’ names can be really different, yet the audience (the Tiktok users) just rolls with it, even becoming quite defensive (in jest) when the video uses different names. These videos even garnering their own fanbase within so many corners of the Internet.

These kind of J-drama series is actually a really light show/slice-of-life genre. The character’s main purpose is simple: To eat well, and to eat good. Goro’s quote on every episode is “ah… harahetta…” (“ah, I’m hungry.”) What makes the series endearing is how the characters are doing their best to fulfill the optimum condition for them to enjoy their meals. Izawa Miyuki in “Banshaku no Ryugi” always refuses to have meals in the afternoon/evening and does various workouts, exercises, and physical activities to ensure her appetite is properly built for her meal to end the day. So does another similar series in this genre: “The Road to Red Restaurants List” (Zetsumeshi Road)
Unfortunately, not all of the series are available on streaming services. They might be available on Netflix Japan, but so far, not a lot of them are currently available for the international viewers. At least, here on Netflix Malaysia, there are:
If you have been feeling down and in need of a quick pick-me-up series with a light and joyful plot, I highly recommend you to check this kind of genre.

Last year, I set up a watering system in my balcony area for my plants.
I must admit, it’s not an actual garden, and I don’t think I’m that good of a green thumb. I enjoy plants, but I am yet to be on the actual plants hobbyists and experts. That said, I wanted to set up a timed watering system because my job required me to travel and left my plants for days and weeks.
Fast forward to now, I have more time at home, and while I do enjoy the timed watering system, the hose started to show its wear and tear.

That one has been keep popping off whenever we start the water. The timer is still pretty okay-ish, but we found something is blocked inside. Unfortunately, we can’t pull apart the elements. For some reasons, the timer is this… one shape without any bolts or caps for us to open and check what’s inside. Even opening an iPhone would be an easier feat than this one.

I haven’t used/turned this system on for quite some time, and I have been using a manual way to water my plants.

I admit, it gets pretty tiring pretty fast. There are some plants that obviously need more water than the others, so I had to move back and forth to refill the watering pot.
We actually did get ourselves a watering house, though, many times ago. I usually got them from Mr. DIY stores, but the hose just kept breaking and leaking, which… expected. The price point defines the quality and the durability, which made me got frustrated. That said, I told Ari that I wanted to buy a watering hose, a proper one, this time, so off we went last weekend to a HomePro store at IOI City Mall Putrajaya. So now, please welcome, Kärcher.

Kärcher is one of my dream brands. Dyson can just go to whatever it came from for all I care, Kärcher stays. Some would see the bright yellow color garishly jarring, I see it as the prowess of industrial-grade quality. A girl only wants two things: To be able to eat everything without gaining weight and a Kärcher pressure washer.
The installation was pretty straightforward, and I love this brand has the option for a compact/mobile one. Our balcony is not that big, so even though the hose provided is 10 meters long, I don’t think I need even up to 5 meters to water my plants.




As usual, I blogwalked and found Nick’s post: My favorite albums of all time, and it reminded me of mine.
I’m not an aficionado on music. I’m that person who usually goes “it sounds nice, so I like it.” That said, I always feel that this kind of practice helps me to know myself better; knowing what I enjoy and what defines me as me.
As Nick said on his blog, this list is personal, a.k.a. “According to ME.” You are free to disagree, but I won’t debate you on it.
In no particular order:
I remember reading about them on an Indonesian music magazine “Hai” back when I was still in high school. I was so impressed by the fact that this band is comprised of fictional cartoon characters (it was really rare at that time, and it was pre-Internet era,) and Noodles has been my favorite ever since (in fact, what pulled me to the band was Noodles). I saved my pocket money to get the music cassette and this album has been on my favorite spot ever since.
I have a particular soft spot for a mashup of traditional and pop/hip-hop music, especially when the music comes from my homeland. I love how… Indonesian, this album is. If you are looking for an entry to Indonesian traditional music, I highly recommend you to listen to Eka’s works.
I first learned about The American Dollar from those Milky Way timelapse videos on the Internet, and it was my entry point to the post-rock genre. I love how cinematic this genre is.
So. I know that Daft Punk’s albums NEVER failed. This is totally a valid and legit judgement and not subjective at all. That said, I know this is such a close call between “Discovery” and “Homework”. I can’t choose one, I’m sorry.
If you are looking for summer-y soundtrack, I beg you, please please please listen to Depapepe.
Of course, one couldn’t call oneself a millennial if one hadn’t heard a single New Age/Gregorian song in one’s life.
I know Sarah’s voice is powerful; that’s what makes Sarah Sarah. Also, it’s not a secret that the role of Christine Daaé in Andrew Lloyd Webber’s “The Phantom of the Opera” was specifically written for her. I love how her voice is exceptionally haunting and heartbreaking in this album.
I know there are a lot more (Linkin Park’s “Hybrid Theory”! ✊), but for now, this magnificent eight should suffice.
And now, I’m going to get my dinner.
Bonus:
My first time listening to Vanessa-Mae was back when I was still in the secondary school (“The Violin Player” — 1995). While classical music has always been her forte, I really love this album’s approach on a more contemporary manner.


Translation:
“Did you ever wonder why there is a stereotype that we, Indonesians, are always the one that supposed to “bow down” to foreigners, especially the English-speaking ones?
Whenever we are coming to their countries for jobs or education, we have to have the mastery on their language; at least, the fluency. However, when THEY are the ones that coming to our country (Indonesia) for work or study, they usually refuse to learn our language and prefer to be treated using English.
There is an effort to bring Indonesian language in a more global stage to be one of the languages used globally across countries. Do you think it can nudge those foreigners to learn about our language as they are coming here?”
A couple of days ago, I had a chat with my husband about the term “expats” and “immigrants.”
“Expat” signifies that you will be staying in the country for, at max, 2 years.
You will live in your bubble along with other expats. You only want to eat your own food on the restaurants serving your country’s food and your choice of food is limited because you don’t know locals’ favorites and you won’t even bother to find out.
Your proficiency in the local language would be, at best, limited to the translation of “hello”, “thank you”, and “sorry”. You are holding director- or C-level positions in the company, despite unlimited local talent available, and you have no idea how the local market works. You grouped the diversity of different countries, tribes, and cultures into one group: “Asian” or “African”. Nasi goreng is your only favorite local food, and you think the dish is the same across Indonesia, Malaysia, and Thailand. You don’t know how to cross a busy road using your All-Powerful Hand.
You remembered your time “back in the so-and-so country” fondly and always call them as “they, the locals.”
“Immigrant” means you immerse yourself in the nation and the culture.
You speak with your mother tongue at home, but you can as Hell yell, “EH, INI JALAN BAPAK KAU KE?” (“IS THIS YOUR FATHER’S ROAD?”) at ease when someone cutting your lane on the road without giving signals. Your breakfast of choice is the local delicacies, filled with carbs and gravy to the brim, but you won’t missed it for anything in the world.
When you are away in some other far off countries with English-speaking as majority, your ears perked up when you hear the familiar language spoken (“mahalnyeee!” (“so expensive!”)) as you looked around and scooted nearer to the “fellow friends from the country” to ask them if they know any good Asian or Arabic restaurants nearby because goddamnit you are sick of cold cuts and sad sandwiches for yet another lunch and you are on the verge of screaming if you can’t have a cup of warm masala chai for afternoon tea because why are they microwaving the tea. You started to think sambal or whatever spicy concoction bubbling in the kitchen is the best thing in the world.
You are ready to fight to defend that Malaysian’s chicken rice is better than Singaporean’s. You know that ordering “es teh” in Malaysia and Indonesia would yield different drinks. You understand the jokes.
You might live in your bubble, but you also see others eye to eye and understand what it takes to live in the country; it’s not always the beautiful beaches and tropical resorts, you also see the staffs and how they work hard to meet your needs and expectations during your stay. You understand the politics.
You understand the struggle.
You can speak and understand the language — with an accent, of course — but they don’t have to bend backwards and forwards to “accommodate” you. You have your own pride as a person from your country of origin. You know rendang is such a delicate, even geopolitical, topic between Indonesia and Malaysia. Still, at the same time, you are equally offended and ready for World War 3 alongside Malaysians when some ang moh had the audacity to say that rendang should be crispy.
I know, I’m writing such a scathing piece on expatriates, and one can seen it as unfair. That said, the word “immigrant” has always been in such a bad, unfair, or poor light, no? While in reality, those “immigrants” are part of the most important backbones of our country? Also, they are immersed in our country.
You are only staying in the country for 2 years? Fair enough. But don’t ever think your monolingual skill and your limited choice of culinary world are something to be proud of while you are colonizing yoga and “Uluwatu-style” meditation, whatever the Hell is that, out there. We know who and what you are: A fraud.
Have some pride. You are invited to live in a different culture, so be fecking proud of it.
Feel the honor that locals would love to share their plate of nasi kerabu or pani puri with you and they will agree with you that both P-sticker and P-plate drivers should be avoided in Kuala Lumpur streets at all cost (I’m a P-sticker driver too, okay?!)
Make the months and years of you living away from home feel like home. Even among those whom you see as foreign, they are your home, too.
To learn a language means you are learning the culture. Who knows, maybe before you even realized it, your breakfast of cereal and milk got replaced with nasi lemak or thosai.
Also, to answer the Threads post above: Yes. Those bule should understand what we mean when we are calling them “BACOT” (literally means “YOUR MOUTH!”/”watch what you are saying!”) whenever they try to undermine our opinions and thoughts just because we are Indonesian and coming from a “Third World Country” (ugh.)
This post is written as I suddenly remembered of my friend back in Automattic, Aaron, a born-and-bred Australian, as white as bread, and have been living in Bali, Indonesia, when he and I were on the Automattic Grand Meetup 2019 in Florida, USA. We were on the dining hall, a massive tent with hundreds of tables and chairs and an amazing array of buffet of Tex-Mex food, when he glanced at the buffet and remarked, slightly loudly, to me, “NGGAK ADA SAMBEL SAMA TEMPE YA?” And on another occasion, he took a spoonful of American mac n’ cheese, chewed and swallowed it with a slight frown on his face. The next thing I heard was, “nggak enak. Ini bener nggak ada sambel di sini (Disneyland)?”
I had to jab his ribs while shush-ed him. Sometimes that man can be more Indonesian than I am.