Rina's birthday

singing weird happy birthday

Rina is the actual spelling... I didn't get it right on the cake. It was Rina's 44th birthday yesterday, we got her a fancy cake. they sing a wierd version of happy birthday...

Tomorrow we go back to dirty old Jakarta, so today was the last 4 hour balur with super sappy lovesongs...Like anywhere there are politics and gossip in the clinics, constant chatter. I can kind of tell what they are talking about....bullshit. It is a challenge to focus in there with all the talk, but there is really no way around it. I had 5 people smoking me at one point today and 3 were boys/men... In Jakarta Dr. Gretha got furious that Adi was in the room with me and he got in trouble...we are not allowed to tell her what it is like here... secrets and lies...but it will be hard to do it at home too and distractions are everywhere so it is good practice.
We are going out to dinner with all of the balur folks tonight... only Rina speaks english so it should be interesting.

I have had a fat little gekko in my bathroom for a couple days... they call them chichak. So packing and shuffling to get ready for out trip ,...plus as usual I am starving. We are drinking apple juice to prepare for another liver flush this weekend... I can't wait to be reunited with my juicer...

xxxooo

xxooo

ant cereal

the view from my old room... garden-y

my old room and porch...

A glimpse into the upstairs bamboo world.
Today is Rana's birthday. We got her a fancy cake and I made a cd with Neil Diamond and Dusty Springfield. Last night we hit an all time low in terms of dinner. We had muslii with milk and bananas... but when I went to pour the cereal it had ants in it... we picked them out and ate it anyway. My mom said she didn't see how they got in there as she had put a rubberband around the bag. Seriously.

xxoo

not nail polish

this is Wanto blowing a syringe...my mom's feet on the table behind him. Everyone is barefoot.
Rana pushing in the smoke...

All the dots on my leg are where they have put smoke in and it is like that on my whole body, the darker the spot the more toxins come out....first the front...then some other things happen...then the back and then more stuff and then the back and front ... it is so hard to get clean and our nails are stained from the coffee so we look filthy. My mom went to the store today without me to get groceries and she bought 2 dozen eggs for me to drink and I tried to crack one and it was hardboiled...so I stole some from the kitchen.

Feeling tired, Rana says it is because you get tired when you are regenerating healthy cells... sounds good to me... I hope the cancer porthole under my breast heals nicely when it has done its' job.

xxoo

sick coconut

the delicious pangsit noodles and sick coconut juice

Miss Enny and mom at the noodle shop

the snail outside my room
Well last night we stayed upstairs at the clinic and again it was a lesson of how much less can I take...

Slept in a trundle bed with my mom and we shared the only blanket, it is not that easy to share a blanket when you are on 2 levels. But the real challenge was no hot water. Cold balur shower in the morning was rough. My body is really getting rid of free radicals because I have broken out in little red sores in various parts of my body (a big one under my left breast) and it stings when they put the hot water...Rana says that is toxins coming out. And I must drink 10 eggs with coffee each day. The egg whites consume cancer cells.

But we are back in the lap of luxury at Enny's... what a relief. I am downloading Tootsie, one of the best movies of all time...so says AFI, or rotten tomatoes I don't remember.

Yesterday Enny took us shopping herself and then to eat special noodle soup at a place that has been there since before the war... It was so delicious and we had a drink of sick coconut which had mushy pulp and neon pink sugar syrup...it was a very wierd taste. We bought sarongs and I got flip flops, it was fun to be taken out by the lady of the house... of course we went with her driver, the man has been working for her for 30 years but he looks like is only 40 years old...We have eaten only stir fried noodles with lots of random bits in it all day... Nounkie brought it for us this morning for breakfast, it is perfect hangover food if only I had a hangover...

xxoo

clinic or coke house

Rudi making cigarettes... he is even cuter in person

me,Rana ( my balurist ) Wonto and Hubert

they smoke us..they are measuring out bags of amino acids but it looks like a coke parlour..

Today was good, more burping and no hot water in the shower... It gets cold on that table here.

Tomorrow we are kicked out of this guest house for 1 night and we are going to sleep at the clinic, sharing a room. It is Buddahs birthday so no balur. Not that they are Buddists, it's just a holiday here .. I hope I am tired and can sleep through it. I have been having extremely bizarre dreams.

I am looking on itunes for movies but nothing seems right. My hair looks like Chachi and it it is getting darker from all the coffee...My eye is all better. Yesterday at breakfast a 2 inch long tiny baby gekko crawled on my mom's leg, she didn't even scream.

Not much happens here except balur, Part of me wants to go explore this city but most of me wants to watch tv and zone out, plus I have so many things to do... enemas, showers, drink things. This morning I made scrambled eggs with scallions because I just wanted to get in the kitchen...the house is overrun with Dutch travelers eating cake and talking Dutch...snorklers I suspect.

xxxooo

love a parade

Cecil and Ina... Cecil is a helper and a smoker...Ina is my mom's Balurina..
parade people
this guys face ...

My eye was so red yesterday I thought I had pink eye...but it is getting better so fast I think it was a little infection..they gave me the 3 eyewashes to bring home so I just did it and I think I will be fine tomorrow. It was annoying to have slightly blurrier vision in that eye..

Balur was great again... I told Raina my neck and shoulders hurt and she said "OK, I beat you"

and she did but it kind of felt good and I released bubbles and I know that because the pain is gone. The other thing is that there is a lot of burping in balur... I burp and the balurists also burp... not my mom because she can't. But today I had the itchy hand again and I told Raina and she rubbed it and she started burping... like 18 burps...And now my hand does not itch... it came out through her. She says she must balur with her heart...and all we listen to is love songs. Anything Bryan Adams sings for big movies... Celine, Elton..songs about until the end of time... now and forever...please forgive me... I would do anything for you...I get lost in your eyes...Forever's gonna to start tonight! In fact, everywhere we go they are playing the cheesiest love songs of all time and I am shocked at how many of them I know.

We went to dinner around the corner which was weird as usual but when we were walking home suddenly the streets filled up with a giant motorscooter parade. I have never seen Indonesians yelling or making noise but it was like college football enthusiasm ... waving flags and beating drums... we stood on the side of the road as at least 300 people streamed by...yelling ... they were so excited to see us they screamed louder and when we waved they cheered. Again so weird. they are still out there, I can hear them from my quiet little room.

Enney, the lady who owns this place has a clothing shop and she has people here sewing stuff so I had a meeting with her today and she going to make me a shirt. She is about 80 years old and is kind of grandmother-y... It was fun to look at the fabrics and hang out with her...

tomorrow, more balur. We are trying to figure out all the potions and how to make them at home so we can continue ourselves...I am fantasizing about making my bathroom an all wet room with a copper floor.

xxoo

the falls

the waterfall... me, Nounkie, Raina and mom
the Batu crew + little van
it was cool and so pretty

Yesterday was our day off and 2 gals + one friend took us to a mountain town called Batu...

we went in a tiny van and it was really pretty... we went through big bamboo forests and to a park/farm area and saw this beautiful waterfall... they grow all kinds of stuff and on the way we saw people harvesting corn and cabbage and other stuff.

Last night in my room I heard a wierd call... of an animal I could not place, I was so scared! It sounded like it was right outside my door. Kind of like kUoo-kooooo000, first note higher than the second... I went outside and there were new guests and I repeated the sound for them and they laughed and said it was a harmless lizard, good luck in fact. But I was still freaked out. Also I heard something climbing around on the roof and down the walls but I flashed my flashlight all around and saw nothing and it sounded clumsy and like it fell down and then it was gone. I went outside to turn off the porch light and when I touched the switch it had scary little beetles on it! So today I moved downstairs to safety... I really gave it my best shot and I thought about perception and what is the worst thing that can happen in there and I realized nothing can happen...still I am happy to have moved... internet in the room! Maybe I can watch itunes movies..

Today while waiting to release my morning enema I lay on my bed and made energy balls and sent love and light to all my cells...I am gaining focus again. I also found ( in my imagination ) a baby unicorn and put it on some green grass in a tiny coral inside my left breast to keep love and good vibes in there. I am not fighting cancer but working to turn stranger cells back into perfect healthy cells. When I first went to this clinic I met a Dr. Can't remember his name... he had a thick accent and limited vocabulary. He studied cancer and wrote his masters thesis on it... he said cancer cells are your family that has turned into foreigners. Nothing to be scared of... you just have to turn them back into your family...

Balur in an hour...

I am going to feed the unicorn baby my old cells.

xxoo