Friday, October 26, 2007

everytime I hear catchy tunes I usually hear when I go clubbing, or club hopping ... I will suddenly mourn the demise of the parteee animal in me.

No doubt I can still move my hands and try dancing like an 80 year old aunty, I can't move my barrel like body now... let alone look cool in a nightspot in my current state of being.

But thing is... with the new responsibility, it just seem so wrong to be partying away in a nightspot with this new sacred duty..

So i shall just content myself to "dancing" and screaming in the shower, wriggling my toes in the car, toss my hubby's hair when I hear jiggy tunes at home, in the car.. whatever... in memory of my "dead" party-mad self.

R.I.P. my old party self.