greetings from land below the wind

Hello people.
*waves hand like a beauty queen*

According to Wildcat, I am the party woman. I would like to clear this confusion. I am the Retired Party Princess who occasionally rises from the dead depending on the position of the moon.

Wildcat is the Retired Party Queen but since she insisted she wrote it from her heart, I will pretend she is what she wrote.

And that thing about Book-Geek, well that is true. She’d most probably disappear with a long-haired hippie with a certain name. *winks*

As for Good Girl, for all we know she could be the one dancing on a bar with a long island on one hand with her lassoing her bra like a mad cowboy on another.

Question.
Why is everyone so bloody adventurous? It is scary to think the only adventurous thing we’ve done before only involves a lot of alcohol and other things I shouldn’t mention in this blog just in case my mom amazingly found her way here. *whistles*

Bungee jumping, water rafting, submarine dive….
*freaks out*
FYI, water & falling/diving into something are two of my biggest phobias. The combination would be A BIG PROBLEM for me. Stress ni. Oh well, if I could not convince myself to do it by then, I volunteer to wait for you guys with the camera on standby. At least I get extra time to do *ahem* bird watching.

The bikini thingy? *waves white flag*
I mean I’ll try, but I’m not going to hold my breath for it to happen.

Anyway, at the top of my things-to-do-when-I-am-in-Bali list is to pamper myself like I have kazillion dollars in my bank account. A whole day spa treatment with foot treatment, body scrub, body wrap, Jacuzzi with champagne and strawberries, Balinese massage, head massage, facial… the whole works.

I seriously need a good pampering.