Pepped up.

Overwhelming, isn't it? The speed at how time just passes by, how you can get whirled into its tornado speed and come out of it with only a slight inkling of what happened. It's been a long time, I've realised. A long time since I had the moment and space to sit down and digest what has been going on and what has happened, feeling like I'm running a marathon with no time to catch my breath. By the time I get to the finishing point, I feel like my lungs are going to explode and the blood is rushing at insane speeds to my head, to the extent I terribly need to collapse.

It's been quite a year.

Wouldn't it be nice if I were people watching at a quaint little cafe, with a good book and good company now?

Christmas party and 2 consecutive days of wakeboarding.

Sadistically inviting.