The Party Animal

People have been commenting and making smart remarks about how much of a party animal I am. “Partying it up this weekend, are we?” is a typical question I get all… the time! But it is far from the truth. The truth is, at this very moment I am sitting in bed with a cup of tea, a smooth scented burning candle and with no underwear on; wondering if my housemate is asleep so that I can run to the toilet without putting pants on. Too much info? Sorry, well I did start the sentence with “The truth is…” so I can’t lie. See…? I’m not very party animal-like, am I? Now, if I was a party animal, I would’ve gotten out of bed, pumped up the stereo, ripped off my top too (like an A-N-I-M-A-L) and bounced straight into the toilet and pee with the muther-f*ken door open. Cos that’s how we do, yo!


Well no… as demonstrated above, I am quite a responsible young lady. I am literally glued to the desk in my home from Mondays to Fridays. If I’m not at my desk, I’m at the gym. If I’m not at the gym, I’m out with my mum. If not with out with my mum, then I’m probably in the toilet peeing with the door open like a muther-f*ken A-N-I-M-A-L…! (The last one was a joke). So when the weekend comes around, I like to get out of the house and socialise a little bit. Maybe have a one or two drinks or even none. Have a little fun and be home at a decent hour so I can do shiet in the morning. Is that a crime? Is that going wild? Hardly.

I always said to myself that for as long as I don’t have children, I would make the most of my time and freedom while I have it. Within reason, of course. If you’ve set yourself up with a good career or business and your work performance is not affected, then there is no reason for you not to get a little loose once in a while. Because once that little ankle biter (is this term only related to dogs?) arrives, that little bugger will be zapping on all your muther-f*ken party animal ways. You will have the next 30 years playing happy families and spending time at home…. no choice lah. And I don’t mean it in a bad way… It will be the next chapter of life that I will be looking forward to one day. Just not right now.

Right now? Right now… I just  wanna be this guy’s friend…

On a serious note, the above video snippets are from an actual 15 year-old girl’s birthday party. Like… What the f*ck are wrong with 15 year olds these days? Don’t they know that their pee brains are still growing? At least let your brain develop or at least grow more than 5 pubes before throwing yourself into sluttism smoke, drugs and alcohol.

This way, you don’t wreck yourself by the time you’re 25. Then, you can party like this old hot stuff here when you retire:

This old granny looks liked she’s had a good life, well dressed, a family that loves her, and last but not least, this old bird has rhythm, y’all! So there you go… if you’re 20 then party like a 20 year old, if your in your 30’s then throw your hands in the air, if you’re in your 50’s then then flick your hair like you just don’t care. Not you Mum… you’re over 60… so you can sit back down and bake your gran children some cookies. Just joking, you little old rocket, you!

Well that’s is the plan: Work Hard. Play Hard. Be Responsible. Stay Healthy. Live Strong. Live a little… Especially for those who cannot be here by choice.

Signing out xoxo,


P.S. My condolences goes out to those whose lives ended way too early on the tragic Malaysian MH17.

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