The jukebox at work is loud today, which I'm thankful for because it's as dull as dish water. Team morale is at an all time low and everyone seems to be secretly looking for jobs elsewhere. You know what? I don't give a flying monkeys, I really don't. I do my day job to the best of my ability and forget about it as soon as I leave the building when I go home.

I love my job, being an IT Change Analyst is great, you talk to all levels of the business and changes cannot go through unless they have my say so. I'm in a position of power and I'm loving it. If things go tits up I don't worry about it. I don't really get stressed out. After all, nine times out of ten it's not my doing.

Racism. Have any of you experienced it? When I first came to England back in 89' I was ten years old. I went to an English primary school where some of the kids picked on me for being a bit darker and having almond shaped eyes (slanty if you will). I was kicked, punched and spat on. Being a kid I just couldn't understand it. I mean back in Jakarta I went to school with a whole mix of people; Americans, Dutch, Indonesians, Australians, British... the lot so why pick on me? At first I just took it and then one day I flipped and grabbed a boy who spat on me and I did my best to really, really hurt him. I didn't, I came out worse but it made the difference as after that it was just name-calling.

When my brother came up to secondary school (I was already there) they started on him. Luckily a lot of the kids ran up to me to tell me when it was happening. My brother is a quiet secretive type of guy and he would just walk away. Me on the other hand, as soon as I heard something was happening, ran straight over and grab the little bastards and threatened to pull their penises off and make them eat it if they ever picked on him again. My brother was always horrified when I did this but I didn't care. I will not have anyone pick on my brother. That's my job; I am the older sister after all.

I remember when I had finish secondary and walked into school to pick up my ceramic frogs I did for my Art exam to bring home. I had a big one and a smaller one the size of a cricket ball. I saw my brother at the tree and I walked over to him to ask him if it was ok to walk home with him (he gets embarrassed obviously). A group of three boys in his year started calling him and running up behind him, pushing him. I lost my temper. I aimed my smaller exam piece pottery frog and threw it as hard as I could (my best bloody exam piece, I was so damn proud of that frog). I got one of the little bastards on the back and he crumpled to the floor and cried.

'THAT'LL FUCKING TEACH YOU TO PICK ON MY BROTHER YOU LITTLE BASTARDS!'

The head Maths teacher came running out and ordered me and my brother into the classroom while another teacher told frog-back-boy to get up and go see the nurse to see if there was any damage.

I was well and truly bollocked for doing what I did. I stood there with tears streaming down my face because I was furious. I knew what I did was wrong but I didn't give a shit. No one picks on my family, not my little brother, no way. The teacher knew why I did it and he said I should have just gone in the school and told a teacher. I apologised and said I lost my temper. He told me that I will have to control it because one day I would get into trouble. My brother was just sat on a chair looking out of the window.

Frog-back-boy was fine fortunately for him, he had a little bruise but that's it. Nothing seemed to happen after that. I don't think frog-back-boy told his parents. I assume they would be disgusted at his behaviour.

Me and my brother walked home in silence. To this day we've never spoken about it.

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the reason why I don't get riled up anymore when someone calls me all the racist names under the sun, any offensive name in fact. It really does not bother me, I’ll agree with you and laugh. But if anyone ever upsets any of my family, my siblings especially, God help you for I will find you and knock you the fuck out.