Hangover @ Berawa (Canggu)

8.1 Hangover - Berawa (Canggu)



You know that feeling when everyone is hangover except you who has all the hyper-activeness in the world? Well, that was our Sunday. Jonas begged me to let him sleep when I (once again... Since Gili Trawangan!) woke up earlier than him and tried to wake him up.



Jean made us some smoothies and that inspired me to start making more smoothies when I get back home and explore with different tastes. Jonas read on facebook that Milka had made pancakes for the boys so we headed to Jeff’s house. The guys (Moritz and Jeff) had just been watching Sons of Anarchy the whole day and it pretty much set the pace for the whole day :D



Me and Milka decided it was time to go buy those _fucking cheap_ Converse for me and so we drove to Carrefour (no kiding, they sell legit Converse there for 279 000 !!! 23€__ helloo).



We had been joking around with the guys about going to buy coke, bitches n champagne, so we decided to buy something random for them. We were pretty dissapointed to notice, that Carrefour doesn’t sell any dirty magazines... COME ON, WHERE’S THE PORN? So instead of that, we just got them kinder eggs :D The guys were pretty stoked on getting them. ”Aren’t these German?” ”Yeah! All the good stuff is from Germany!”





It has been pissing down rain as me and Milka had been driving but luckily I got a dry shirt from Milka and some board shorts from Jeff. The rest of the day kinda passed by watching SOA and (everybody) complaining to Jeff about how fucking cold the AC was on... .Damn Canadians like it even more cold than us Finns :D (I was on goosebumps!)



Jonas was making a present for Jean: this key chain made out of bone that he had curved "his" (Jonas') face on. The best part was though the hair - Jean apparently loves Jonas' hair so he cut some of his locks and attached them to the key chain :D:D Sickest thing ever.



We order pizza and draw sticks who had to get it in the pouring rain. It was a draw between me & Milka and Jojo. I hoped hoped hoped we wouldn’t get the shorter end of the stick because me and Milka had NO IDEA where a) this pizza place was b) how to get back to Jeff’s. Besides, we had gotten lost even coming back from Carrefour and that was when it was LIGHT out (now the sun had obviously set). Luckily Jojo was the unfortunate one. ;)



He got us pizzas and we put on a movie which didn’t appeal that much to me so I just fell asleep on the coach and was glad when Jonas woke me up tellign it was time to go home. SLEEEEEP <3

Ticket to the Moon

7.1 Berawa (Canggu)



Although I had had a shitty sleep due to Jonas’ snoring (seriously thought of sleeping on the couch at one point) I was happy to wake beside him. We were staying at Jean’s, Jonas’ french friend’s villa, which he was babysitting for his friend. When we finally got up I was a bit nervous to meet him because I kinda felt like an intruder in his house. Jonas and Jean were in full speed talking French when I came to say hi. Jean said hi and jus stared at me with this evil stare and smile and I was kind of confused what to say :D A week later on he told me with a snark that at first I wasn’t welcomed but now he would greet me with open arms. :D Gotta love Jean. I love it how he was just so French.. He would always look at you with this arrogant look on his face and say ”Uhalalaa” all the time :D Also his sarcastic and sometimes ”mean” French humor has to be mentioned when talking about him. BUT he is a really sweet guy and I really learned to like him :)



We went to Warung Satya with Jonas’ where all the rest of the Germans (Moritz, Flo, Jojo) and Jeff along with Milka where waiting for us. It was he spot where they all ate breakfast (and sometimes lunch/dinner) every day. Jeff had been eating there for a while, but a month ago when he really started hanging out with the Germans he also introduced them to the place.

 THE dress - and probably the worst picture to get the real feel of the dress!

After brekkie me and Jonas went shopping :D I just felt so happy sitting at the back of his scooter and even more when we went to the stores and I had to judge the clothes he was buying :D We were actually buying t-shirt for his brtoher but everything he put on looked so damn good on him that I insisted he should get in a size they both could wear :D I might’ve also gone a bit crazy in Seminyak... It’s full of boutiques so all the clothes are pretty unique and cool. So I see this lovely dress in the window and so we enter the shop called ”Somewhere”. I manage to continue this madness of a spending and bought a 800 000 rps dress.. hell-oh... day budget x 4.... :D I just had to buy it... It was just so me.. the crazy colors, lovely silhouette & cut and the way the dress screams ”LOOK AT ME” :D Also.. there might’ve been the Jonas-factor. When I called him to see what he thought of the dress, his eyes went O_O and he just went ”WOW” as he stepped from behind the corner... Sooo. You know... I just had to buy the dress.



After shopping we went to try to sell JoJo's board and fetch Jonas’ board bag that they had made for him. Man... Under 60€ for a custom made board bag (that fits 3 boards)?? I want one ! We bumped into Eddie, this Aussie guy who works and surfs in Simbawa, the island next to Lombok. He tagged along when we went to meet Jean for lunch at this Indian restaurant. All was well before I had to get up from the scooter. As Jonas got up, the board bag’s weight shifted me and my calve hit the steaming hot engine... I can tell you, it hurt. Because of what Carlos had told and showed me from his burn on his leg, I had been watching out the whole day of not touching my leg on the side of the scooter because I knew what would happen and I could also feel the heat. But still, I wasn’t fortunate enough not to get a Balinese Kiss. Or a Balinese Tattoo, like one would also say. Oh well ! At least now I have a memory of Bali and Jonas haha : D



Because of my burn I couldn’t surf Serangan. DAMN: when the waves actually looked like I could perhaps handle them ! Unlike that one time I nearly drowned... It was just me and Milka sitting on the beach and taking photos, talking about stuff (men). It was good to be a surffileski when for once you could actually tell where the guy you were supposed to follow was at (hooray for light blue shorts and a pink/light blue fish tail :D).



After Serangan me and Jonas left to get changed at his (well Jean’s) place. When we were driving the bumpy dirt road away from Serangan we were talking so much that we nearly had an accident ! We were only a meter away from the barrier before Jonas hit the breaks. Fuckk :D So close. A lot of laughter and the journey continued.



We got changed and all that and headed to the Jeff’s villa (or well, the villa he was babysitting) to meet the other guys (jeff+germans+milka+eddie+jean) for drinks since we were going out. Had a good time drinking beer although Jean was putting me through some kind of test buy making me open the beer bottle with a ligher. I was pretty confident I could pull it, since I had done it a couple of times in high school (oh, all that beer drinking...!), but fuck. I. JUST. COULDN’T.



Jean was just being all so french with his french humor ”oh Sandra, you DISAPPOINT ME, can not even open a beer bottle – should just kill yourself” *in a french accent that you can not really take seriously :D* At the same time all the guys were offering their help to me, but being to stubborn and to proud I announced I wanted to do it myself! Finally when Jonas’ gave me some advice I got that stupid Bintang open – JUST WHEN JEAN WASN’T LOOKING – He accused me of cheating :D



I may or may not have told you this, but Jean is the director in Bali of Ticket to the Moon, this company that makes mainly hammocks. So of course all the boys had hammocks from him (only for the cost of production) and there was at least one laying around every time. Jonas and Jean grabbed a hammock and decided to hang it above the pool from the trees that were beside the pool. I was sure the hammock would swing around (or the trees collapse/rope slide down) but amazingly it held Jonas and Jean ! Jean insisted for me to climb in and so I did – pretty afraid of falling in the pool and getting my dress wet. We got some ”promotional photos” for Ticket to the Moon haha :D



The guys also went a bit crazy and started hanging from two towels that Jeff had set for himself to do chin-ups with. I seriously thought someone would fall down and break their neck ! Luckily this didn’t happen. After enough Bintangs we got on the bikes with the idea to drive to Kuta. Just as we were about to leave Eddie drove into the fuckign ditch : D WTF. We hadn’t even left !!! Good fuckign start for drunk driving (which I DO NOT SUPPORT – by the way – It’s just that ”While in Rome” and besides,  there was no other way of getting back and to Kuta). We drove to Kuta and although I was a bit afraid (seems like that’s what I’ve only been doing the whole night) I truested Jonas to get us there safe. I as just so happy to not be sitting at the back of Jean’s bike because he drives like a fucking mad man :D



We went to Green Room, that was just beside the hotel me and Jasmine had been staying at. Never ever have I done so many shots in my lie in such a short time. I probably had 6 shots in only 15 minutes... Jonas or one of the guys would order us a tray of shots (40) and we’d just chug ’em and cheers to everything (christmas, new years, my b-day, jojo, etc). Thank gos Balinese shots are pretty mild (20%) unless if you get the good (fucking expensive) stuff.

We headed to Eikon to dance and had a good time. Danced Danced Danced. Really loved dancing with Jonas. He knows what he’s doing :) I had been worrying the whole night how the fuck we would get back home in one piece and my concearn just increased the more drunk I saw Joans getting (last night of drinking hey..). Thank god he just threw that tequila shot Eddie bought for us three over his shoulder :D Guess I had some good karma and luck when we managed to make it home safely with that amount of alcohol and all that heavy rain... But seriously kids, don’t play with your lives. Think of all the things you have to loose and wieight it with what you can gain. I don’t support drunk driving at all although I did get on that bike. Kinda feels hypocritical to to say and do the other but.. what’s done is done and i’m glad I came out of it alive (and on top of that it was a fairly fun night) :)

Top row: Jeff, me, Jonas, Jean, Eddie, Jojo -  Bottom row: Flo, Moritz, Milka

Some of the photos taken by Milka Koskela!

Rocky Road to Canggu

6.1.2012 Leaving Balangan Beach to Canggu



I was eating some lunch at Flowerbud when Jonas called me. Five minutes later I was running down the rocky hill without any shoes back to my beach shack and screaming ”Milka ! Milka ! YOU ARE COMING TO CANGGU WITH ME!!!”.

Milka, the Finnish girl whom I had met the night before (she was my next door neighbour) with whom I hadn’t talked that much with though, didn’t need a lot of persuasion when I mentioned that there were 5 guys in Canggu (and one was mine!) and that they were living in a villa :D

We packed everything really quickly and wondered how the fuck we would make it to Canggu with two girls, two backpacks and two heavy bags and only one scooter. Not to mention that neither of us had a drivers license and I didn’t have a helmet. Recipe for destruction much?

And man was our journey hard and long and full of obstacles. When we were climbing up the hill to reach the bike with Milka and Maja, this Swedish girl who was helping us, Maja asked me ”don’t you have shoes Sandra?” – As I was walking without any shoes – ”Nah, fuck shoes” – Just then I could feel my big toe sink in the dirt and hit something sharp. When I lifted my leg up, my whole foot was soon in blood. Fuu.

Luckily Atcha nd Paolo had given me a bottle of whisky (they don’t drink and had only used it to clean a wound) and I just took it out of my bag’s side pocket, disinfected my cut and put a bandade on.



The next obstacle came when we were getting on the bike and Maja noted that our back tyre was completely flat. We drove out of the gate and decided with Milka that I should just stay at the gates next the security guard booth with our bags while Milka would go and change the tyre. MAN that was the longest of waits. I’m super impatient already and if I know that there’s a nice guy waiting for me in Canggu, then its gonna be the longest 45 minutes ever :D The worst was that I had no idea what Milka was doing and where she was so I had no idea how much longer I would have to still wait talking small talk with the guards while feeling all nauseous from eating too much noodles in the past 2,5 weeks.

I was sooo esctatic when I saw Milka’s pink motor bike helmet approaching ! ”I’M SO HAPPY TO SEE YOU THAT I COULD KISS YOU!”  And of we went with out rain ponchos fluttering in the air. I had been a bit anxious whether Milka would come back telling me it was too late to drive to Canggu, since the sun was setting, but luckily the case wasn't so <3

What would normally be a 40 minute drive took us two hours (plus switching the tyre -episode) thanks to the rain, traffic and numerous times we drove around in the dark around Canggu, looking for ”Canggu Deli” or ”Deus”. Jonas also had a hard time telling us on the phone where to go and also the reception as pretty shit on my phone. On top of that Jonas had to leave soon to Denpasar to see his school’s secretary so we were in a hurry.

When we FINALLY found Deus and saw Jonas waiting for us in front of it I could’nt have been more relieved and happy (I seriously thought there would be no way we would make it to he guys’ place that night in that darkness).  We first chucked my stuff in the place where Jonas was staying; at a villa his french mate Jean was taking care of (it was owned my Jean’s friend). Then we drove to the villa Jeff was babysitting for this ex-FBI agent (no kidding, he’s this guy that has written these books about his carrier).

When Jonas and Mortitz (along with Jojo and Flo who had gone to sleep at their homestay) returned,  they told us they would have no worry at being at the top 5% of their class (which their uni in Germany demanded for them to get their courses from Indonesia accepted) – if you know what I mean ;) wine, dine and a bit of money is how to roll in Indonesia.

ps. LOVE LOVE LOVE people like Milka who are spontaneous, don't over think stuff and go with the flow <3 Life is all about people who act, not just talk.

Stoked on the Future!

11.1.2012 Ubud



Although I love Bali, I’m super stoked on going back home. I have so much cool stuff waiting for me back home!!!

Only after three days when returning home, I will be attending Matkamessut (a travel expo), which Rantapallo is kind enough to grant us bloggers tickets to :) I’m super keen on seeing what the conference has to offer and I will be sure for keeping my eyes open for ticket discounts for my next travels ;) It will also be a great opportunity for looking for sponsors for my Tall Ship Races –trip !

I also need to start planning something I like to refer as to the W.E.P – what it is, you will find out when the time is right. ;)

Also i’m pretty stoked on going back to school... :D Maths and accounting..!.wow I am a nerd. Nah but really, I had a really good semester studying wise, and the only three grades I’ve gotten so far where 5’s !!! (From subjects I DID NOT expect myself to be getting tp marks from!) I’m constantly checking our school’s netportal to see whether the teachers would be bored enough on their vacation to fill in our grades ;) I have a strong feeling this will the best report card I’ve ever got... I know I did pretty fuckign well on my exams and I’m excited on getting the results back (and seeing how many more 5’s I got :D) :) AND this semester I will make damn sure that i’ll concentrate 150% on Spanish porque quiero hablar español perfectamente un día..! ALSO pretty keen on taking the digital photography course and learning more about photography (:

I’m also excited because two days ago when we were driving to Ubud on the scooter with Milka and I was just sitting back, listening to my iPod hungover, I had these realizations:

1)      I  Started thinking about whether I should do marketing as my major. During the fall semester when I was thinking of what to study as my major I knew that I didn’t want it to be

a) Economics – because although it is useful and usually pretty logical, the graphs are a total mind fuck most of the time and usually just requires for you to learn them by heart. AND four years with Michale Keaney would just be too painful with his bad bad bad jokes : D
b) Marketing – because Kotler (the author) is a fuckign lunatic who writes books that are ACTUALLY over 1000 pages long and the size of big laptops... Tooooo much man..

...BUT
when I came to Bali I started rethinking the issue. Marketing started to sound appealing as I started realizing the opportunities that marketing would provide. I could basically work anywhere.

For example:
Paolo, the 46-year-old Brazilian guy from Balangan Beach owns his own ”surf village” in an island somewhere in Indonesia and I asked jokingly whether I could come work for him ”yeah. You could do the marketing”. Ding ding ding, jackpot!

I also got inspired by Jean, Jonas’ French friend (who’s friend’s villa we stayed at) who has been now living in Bali for a year. He’s a fucking lucky guy because at ony 25 he got hired as the director of Ticket to the Moon in Bali and is doing e.g. the marketing for the company. So basically he is living in Bali and has a cool job of selling freakin’ hammocks :D

So yeah.. with marketing comes a lot of options and different livestyles to choose from.

2)      What I also realized, was that I’m not going to give up on Out of Control Productions, mine and a couple friends’ company/organization we created, registered and threw a succesful Halloween Party with. We had some internal problems that made me seriously doubt whether I wanted to continue to work in OOCP and when leaving to Bali I just answered ”I don’t know” when I was being asked whether I was still in after a month of avoiding everything that had to do with OOCP. I told I’d figure things out in Bali. But after staying in Bali for three weeks I still hadn’t gotten an epiphany about what to do with the issue. I just wished I wouldn’t have to choose between working-with-wonderful,-passionate-people-who-are-amazing-at-what-they-do-but-with-whom-you’d-probably-clash-big-time-with-at-times to giving up on something I was part of creating and loved doing.

I was sitting at the back of the scooter with my headphones when I realized there was no way I was going to quit doing something I am good at. Never ever have I been as passionate as in those two manic weeks when we pulled off the sickest Halloween Party with Demi and Janika. Never ever have I been so driven and focused. 12 hour days have not seemed like work with such a good and FUN team. Although we might have our  differences its not worth giving up on something that could fourish from a tiny seed into a beautiful flower. Not forgetting about friendship.

I’m super excited in going back as when I asked the girls and Jin (when combining the StartUp Challenge with OOCP Jin, the graphic and computer wizard joined forces with us) to fill me in on what was happening nowaday in OOCP (as I had been succesfully avoiding our FB-Admin page for two months) Demi told we are doing collab with Trombi Ry, the student organization, and throwing parties for them...! Not to mention all the other school parties and what not :) I also have a couple ideas on parties and I can’t wait to see my girls again and meet Jin finally, so that we can start working on our company’s future :)

So yeah, Pretty fucking stoked on going back home. Not to mention that Sean who has left Australia behind to make his RTW-trip is heading to Helsinki on the 26th aka AUSSIE DAY!!!!

FML3

No walking, no surfing and definitely no volcano climbing for me 8(

Kävin tänään lekuris, meni 125€ ja sain kaikkee kivaa antibiooteista kivan värisiin nappeihin (vähä painkillerzei) ja vähän kans puhdistusainetta sun muuta mukavaa. Second Degree Burn. Kävelen en mielellään. Thank god tää sattu vasta vikalla viikolla! Harkitsin täs, ett pitäskö lähtee himppeen ku tuhlaan vaan aikaa ja rahaa täl hetkel, mut no joo. Dunno.

PS. Oon nyt Milkankaa Ubudis ja JAREDKIN ON TÄÄLLÄ <3

-Kunnon postaukset, sitten kun herään tästä koomailusa ja jaksan kirjottaa-

FML2

Olo ei näin freesi

Joooooo-o I feel SLIGHTLY like shit:

I can barely walk, koska sain "Balinese kiss" aka palovamman skobasta (niin basic tääl, jeff, moritz sun muut esitteli omia arpiaan), surffauskaan ei tule kysymykseen, koska mun palovamma on revenny yön aikana, tulehdusriski on suuri ja toi meri on ihan vitun paskanen. On snadisti hakattu olo eli toiv. en oo tulos kipeeks. Ripuleishönkin vaivaa. Myös kaks päivää sitten dokattu darra on hiipinyt päälle ja ryydyttää maan saatanasti (tää on hyvä ku kaikki kärsi eilen darrast paitsi hyperaktiivinen-sandra.. karma strikes!). Vettä sataa ku esterin perseestä (nyt tää wet season rupes sit vast näkyy) ja mun ja Milkan pitäs ajaa skobal Ubudiin...... oh hell no.

tjoo... täst varmaan puuttuis se, että oon raskaana tai jtn sinnepäin.. hohhoh (no ei nyt sentään äiti!).

Mitäs muuta. No, noi poitsut lähtee kans tänään backii mut onneks oon jo aika fine sen asian kaa.. : )

Milka tos paikkailee tärkeimpii kamoja (jäetään rinkat Jeffin villaan) ja pitäs vissii pistää noit märkii vaatteita kuivumaan (jotka tuskin kuivuu, koska tääl on niin kosteeta ja ulkonakin vain sataa). Koht käydään hommaa hammockit Jeanilta (Director of Ticket to the Moon !) ja sit ajetaan shithole-Denpasarin kautta Ubudii.

...Sekavaa tekstii mut yht sekavaa on meitsin pääs nyt.

PS. Jotain positiivista kuitenki on...! Olen nyt flippareiden SEKÄ connujen iloinen omistaja ! :) Eli Suomeksi, minulla on kengät ! (Joita aion nyt käyttää vain, koska sataa ja mun isovarpaas on haava lasinsirusta :D) JA conssit (aidot) makso vaan n. 23€! Kyseiset kengäthän valmistetaan Indois. :)

 

FML

Oon ollu nyt tääl Canggus pari päivää Jonaksen luona.
Tehtiin Milkan kaa aikamoinen matka tänne (siitä sitten myöhemmin paremmalla ajalla) ja se bunkkaa Jonaksen frendin Jeffin ja Moritzin luona.

Jonas lähtee huomen takas himaan. Joo-o huomen tulee oleen KIVA KIVA päivä, jee rakastan jäähyväisii <33 Pitäs varmaan vaan lopettaa tää matkustelu ja jäädä Suomeen, etten tapais enää yhtäkään ihanaa miestä, joka asuu tuhansien kilometrien päässä (tää herra sentään asuu samalla continentilla, WOW, edistystä Sandra!)

No joo. Jared pisti viestii, se onki nyt jo Balil ?! Luulin ett vast huomen? Kai sitä sitten huomenna eksyn Ubudiin. Jee, lisää mahdollisia mind fuckeja coming up... Hopefully not. Lyön päätä seinään, jos ihastun uusiks Jarediin...!

PS. Vaihan tän blogin nimeks "Sandran mies-seikkailut maailmalta"
PPS: vittu ku ei jaksais kirjottaa postikortteja..... rankkaaaaaa

Back Home at Balangan Beach

5.1.2012 Balangan Beach



So happy.

I’m in Balangan Beach (home), just played cards with Paolo and Atcha (they’re still here!) and the new Finnish girl, Milka. Tomorrow i’m gonna eat Mansis’ delicious brekkie, surf and see Jonas :) (:
Couldn’t be happier (well actually... I can think of one thing I’d still wish for...!).

PS. taxi drive here form Canggu was shiiiit. My taxi driver was the worst, drove a longer route, got lost and still wanted to charge almost the whole price! We started fighting over the sum but I ended up paying 220 000 (yeah long cab ride) instead of the 200 000 I was willing to pay (real price 242 000). He blackmailed me by starting to drive back the way with me and my stuff in... Paid and told him ”good fuckign day to you, too”

The Diceman

5.1.2012



Since seeing the episode of the sex, drug and alcohol crazed ”Mile High” (you know that show where the flight attendants and stewards just fuck each other?) in which one of the guy serves bread rolls on the plane with his dick in the tray (inspired by The Diceman -book) I have been wanting to read ”The Diceman” by Luke Rhinehart. I have had some misfortune in doing so, since always when I’ve tried to order the book to a book store, so I can read it on my travels, my plane has already managed to take off with me before the book has even arrived. But, this time I was smart enough and ordered it from Ebay (waaaay cheaper) and I have been enjoying the company of the Diceman.



The story goes that there is this psychiatrist, Luke Rhinehart (author and main character the same... is it a REAL autobiography, I still haven’t found out) who is bored of his life and depressed. One drunken poker night he randomly chooses to throw the die whether he should rape the lady downstairs (yeah... pretty fuckign grim, i know) and The Diceman is born.



Already since my Australia/Morocco trip I have been carrying a die with me but I’ve never had the incentive to use it (I usually end up doing the crazy stuff anyways) - Not before today!

We were drunk/hungover in the morning (well, at eleven o’clock) with Jasmine and getting our brazilian waxes done (too much info?) (ps. so cheap !! no even 7 euros, yes please) and I was trying to figure out whether I should go back to Balangan Beach or with Jasmine to Canggu. I love love love love love Balangan Beach and really crave waking up in the beach shack to the sound of the waves and I also miss Mansis (the lovely old owner lady who had a witch-laugh) and her food (banana pancakes, yummy tea and Mie Goreng Special of course!). So I reeeeeally wanted to get my ass back there and surf. On the other hand, there was Canggu, a place I still haven’t been to. I really had a right time figuring out what to do, so I took out my die.



Pairless numbers and I go to Canggu and pairs again are for Balangan. I threw a 5. FUCK. Knew I shoud’ve put the numbers the other way around! But what the die indicates, one must follow.

So we hoped into a taxi (with a meter) and drove to Canggu. Man I was starting to come down from my yesterday’s drunkness and feel tired. I was getting frustrated cause Jasmine didn’t know the hostel’s address (yes, and actual hostel!) where her ”most latest Aussie discovery” was staying at. What was getting even more on my nerves was that our taxi driver deemed like a anti-social person who didn’t care to roll down his window and ask someone for our hostel (it was actually I who ended up rolling my window down and asking Permisi, Di mana Ecolife Hostel?).



We finally found the hostel and at this point I was really starting to get my hangover munchies on. When the receptionist told us the price (which was higher than a normal HOTEL room’s) and asked for our passports (man I SWEAR I’ll forget mine) I told Jasmine I was going to bail. I swung my backpack on my shoulders and got back in the taxi of our confussed looking taxi driver. ”Can you take me to Balangan Beach?”

I thought for a while if I was cheating the die, but decided I wasn’t. I did as the die had ordered me to – I went to Canggu. Now I am happy (yet just started feelign a bit sick...) and going o nthe taxi to Balangan <3 Right decision.



PS. Never EVER have I had a more fun waxing experience than today. Imagine two still drunk girls at the beauty salon in next-to-each-other stalls (that were only separated by a curtain !!!! I may have seen Jasmine’s vajayjay oh looooord) giggling hysterically. EPIC.
PPS. Jasmine’s words after her first waxing ever: ”I don’t think I would’ve gotten one if I wouldn’t have been drunk” 8D
PPPS. Yeah, too much info but what the hell



Tags: book, epic, funny, indonesia, jurri, south east asia                     MUITA?????

PERUS KUTA-JURRI

Morning, Kuta 5.1.  "Moi oon Jassu ja tulin just puol kybält aamul himaan ja mul on Bountyn (yökerhon), jonku työntekijän ninjahuivi pääs"  peruuuus

Täs kirje, jota olin kirjottamassa Jassulle aamulla Kutalla ennen lähtöä Balanganiin (Jassu ehti tulla JUST himaan ku sain kirjeen kirjotettua eli en siis kerenny lähtee ja suunnitelmakin muuttuivat). Tultiin eilen siis Kutalle hoitamaan asioita (ostamaan mm. piilarineste mulle, aurinkorasvaa ja ottamaan brassit :D)

I wonder, mitäköhän Jassu teki noille boksereille?

Kirje kirjotettu alkuperäsessä muodossa, hakasissa mun välihuomautukset:

 

”5.1.2012 9:00

Ei Vittu Jassu. Lol, kerranki SÄ et oo tulli himaan yöks (herään ysilt sillee ”aijaa”).

Hei VITTU KELAA VITUTTAAKO HUKKASIN MUN _CONNUT_ [Authors Note: Converset] EILE..................
Mitä vittua. Oon aika varma että mulla oli hauskaa & tanssin connut kädes, sit piilotin ne, sit hain ne piilost (sori jos käsiala on epäselvää, sain eilen vaan yhen piilarin ulos, olin nii jurris) sit hukkasin ne/joku otti ne (?) VITTU VITTU VITTU............................................................................

JA teloin mun jalan & loppu illan (niin kauan kunnes tajusin vaa lähtee himaan nukkumaan) nilkutin ympäri legianii (taisin ettii kenkii tai jotain/jotakuta) ja olin angst.

EI VITTU. tsekkasn just puhelutiedot... arvaa oonko soittanu Jonakselle [authors note: olin sendannu sille tekstarin, mut se ei ollu vielkää vastannu. Myöhemmin kuitenki kävi ilmi, että mun känny flippaa taas huolel enkä saanu sen sendaamaan teksatarii.. mut anyhoo, odotin siis silt puheluu/teskatarii KÄRSIVÄLLISESTI ja halusin olla vaikuttamalt liian needylt] :x :x :x :x klo puol 2.(ok eli tulin ajois himaan)... ei vastannu (nukku salee) mut mis on sen soitto takas?

DAMN ku soitin sille! Kelasin just, ett voisin soittaa sille. Ok, en nyt, mut illal seittemält, ha :D

Anyway Jassu, mulla oli pointtikin tätä kirjottaessa eikä vaan Jurri rant:Lähin Balanganiin. Pakko lähtee vittuun täältä. too bad I didn’t get to see your pretty face! Tuntuu vähän pahalta lähtee ennen ku tuut takas hotlalle, koska nyt et voi purkaa sun viime yötä mulle/kellekään! Mut girl, oli pakko. Jos en lähe tunnin sisäl, nii jämähdän tänne. Tuu kertoo Faces + we will meet again + tuu UBUDIIN sun on pakko tavata Jared. [Authors Note: Jared on tulos Aussiest tekemään visa runnia tänne! <3]

Anyhoo... Haleja & Pusuja miss <3 I HOPE YOU BEHAVE!!!!

PS. VITTU MENI EILEN RAHAA
PPS. VOI JUMALAUTA MULLA EI OLE _KENKIÄ_ JEEE MATKUSTAN KONEES PALJAIN JALOIN KUIN HIPPI TAI SIT TAAS FLIPPAREIL KU AUSSIES
PPPS. KELAA, OLIN SUPER JURRIS & SOITIN VAAN KERRA JONAKSELLE [Voi vittu kynä loppu <3: Sandra]”