i go to bali and lombok in 3 months with 3 wicked people

I will surf, bungee jump, induldge in foreign food (home food), get a bad ass tan, climb a volcano, relax, wear a bikini. Also in june the tattoo artist comes back to medan, which equals death, hell, lots of pain, colouring of my tattoo.

okay scary stuff. my place has been broken into 4 times in 1 month, so we finally went to the police. we were there for 5 hours, and got 2 stories written about us in the newspaper and also saw pictures of dead bodies ( a maid burnt her owners house down with everyone inside.) later we realized the newspaper stories said that we suspected the security who we see daily, who are part of the mafia, gang, you know, people who do bad things to people. so we moved out of our house to dennis, feared for a lives, then ona, dennis sister, knows the head of mafia so we met with him. "im a gangster in this city" he claims, i mean, he is. definitely is damn bad ass. he told us that basically its his job to keep us safe and nobody will touch us or come close to us, that people are watching and protecting us and if anyone fucks with us, they will fuck with him, and trust me, you wouldnt wanna fuck with him. pretty much the most bad ass person ive ever met.

after this horrible, stressfilled, long weekend, i get a call on tuesday from indah telling me that her brother has passed away. sigh. dear life, may you please throw me something sweet instead of all these lemons?

oh, good news. i got my kebaya from dennis cousins wedding, and its purdy and the skirt is too big though because i have been going to the gym and weigh 127 lbs. BAH. um i had something else to say but ive lost my mind.