It was a fabulous, fabulous end to the week, which saw me turning a year older and feeling nothing about it. I had even wished it would be my 30th!

The feel good factor is still lingering on despite that I should be severely PMSsy, and the aches are fatigue have yet to wear off.

But I am indeed buzzing from this feel-goodness, and wonder when the flow of the crimson tide is gonna destroy all these.

It seems like this month (or years, or decades,or forever as people had sent their well wishes for) is indeed going to carry on with this positive note with the agendas on the schedule.

And this week, is finally the week that I am looking forward to… because it will be my “favourite people” week. Which I would get to see my dad back from his trip, and a whole lot of other people closer to my hearts…

Why not before my birthday? I scared the rejection or if anything went wrong then I will be stabbing myself in the chest over the weekend what! And I wouldn’t survive to see me getting older (like it is a joy to become a prune!).

Okay, I am in a slight daze in this state of fatigue, it might not make sense to anyone, including myself.

Anyway, I am saying this explains why it will be a busy week.

Which is perhaps I haven’t got the chance to thank some people personally, or blog or to remember how this weightlessness of pure, unadulterated joy feels like.

And now, as I always wonder, when am I gonna crash from this high?