Oh it's awesome.

Aunty Naleeza's Christmas party was a blast as usual! Food, drink, food, ghost stories, good company and MORE FOOD!

Her vast array of culinary creations never, ever fail to satisfy. I swear, no on has ever baked a cake better than her. I fail to understand why she isn't a billionaire pastry tycoon haha.

Now I find myself having difficulty choosing who to hang around with. The adults or the children. There's no one my age around. So first, I chose to hang with the children in one of the rooms. As usual, I told ghost stories with the lights off. Scaring the CRAP outta them. It was hilarious. Even scaring the hell out of little children gets boring after a while, so I headed out to meet the older crowd because they seemed a bit less intimidating after a few rounds of drinks.

What was probably the highlight of the party was the story telling session by one of my Dad's friends. Not my amateur ghost stories. This was done my my Dad's friend. She started a story, a very abstract one.

Dark, Soft and Pliable.

We then developed the idea turn by turn and eventually ended up with a character, Spiderman! The story ended prematurely because of disruptions though. It's hard to describe it, but the lady who started this story had an amazing talent. She couldn bring out these really poetic things outta you. From my dad, me and even my brother who eventually thought of something.

So I went home feeling pretty good about things.

Woah... Bloody long post, but it's happy eh? I apologise for the emotional bullshit prior to this post.

And quote of the day...

girls are silly
thats all you need to know