I’m a person full of.. life. I celebrate little things even if it’s just the passing of my driving test. Well okay, I didn’t (get to) celebrate the passing of it because everybody else sorta had theirs earlier so celebrating it a little later than the rest would have been awkward. Push the exaggeration aside- oh you get the point?

But the process of celebrating requires tolerance, decisions and participants. The latter being the toughest of the entire process- ensuring an audience, which doesn’t always tally with your expected number. It’s a challenge when you’re overly excited about a certain event and your backbones aren’t, it kills the mojo yaknowhatimsayin’?

Guess I’m just really sulky tonight. Writing on a failed attempt of planning a simple ramadhan feast. You get a moody, sulky me. There were many times when I vowed to not plan events no more but I got restless and I kept planning- ideas tend to pop at the randomest times. And I’m back to the feeling where I’m just really sick and tired of planning and having to decide  all the frikkin time. Vicious cycle it is.

But then again, humans can only plan and Allah decides the rest right? Maybe I shouldn’t be so ambitious at partying out so much and  channel ‘ambitious me’ to my medical books instead. Haha, I wish..