After slogging so hard for the first half of the year, I am nearly breaking down. August is coming and I'm really excited.
Cool weather is slowly making an entrance. Wind and rain is cooling us down from the hot summer. The hot weather was a breeding ground for all the anger and irritation. I'm glad that it's leaving us.
From August onwards, it's a season of celebrations. There is National day, year end festivals and all the birthdays to celebrate. I can't wait! I thought I was "domestic-alised" (a term my friend used to call those who became homely, or simply aunty). I probably became what you would call, fusion. I am loving the party celebrations with family. It can be at home, in a pub or a hotel. A reason to celebrate probably made it more meaningful and memorable.
I've came to realise something crappy. Living is about tolerance. Celebration is about living.
Survive that and I should see light.
