The Reluctant Party Planner

I think it may be that time of month. I have given up my feminist fight to rebel against anyone who presupposes that every time I am feeling emotional. After a long time of denial, I am afraid that in this respect I am a cliché. Who would have thought?

Is it that time yet to take stock of your life and find some sort of comfort that you are here for a reason? I think it may be a bit too soon. But in anticipation of that I am wondering the simple fundamentals that makes one tick.

I am making big grown up purchases lately and committing myself to all sorts of debts or returns as the case may be. For someone so cautious I have lately gone the other extreme. Time will tell if they will come to fruition but I think I am ok in having to make these sorts of decisions which I have put off for so long.

I have to plan a party overseas and truth be told I don’t know how to do a nice one. Good grief lah, emails and phone calls just doesn’t quite cut it. What if the place is rubbish? What if they are jacking me with the price? Stress doesn’t even begin to describe it. Can someone tell me what is the going rate for a fireworks display?