I woke up to news that Michael Jackson just died of cardiac arrest and Farah Fawcett just lost her battle with cancer. It’s a weird start to a birthday.

I haven’t really thought about my birthday that much and may have subconsciously pushing it at the back of my mind because I’m still in denial stage. I know eventually I will embrace being 30 but right now I’m still coming to terms with it. I feel like I was just 25 yesterday and then all of a sudden I’m 30! Whoa!

Though I’m not a big big fan of Michael Jackson, he was a big big thing for our generation. His death is like life mercilessly telling me to face it – I’m 30. Michael Jackson is dead and so is your youth. (I fervently hope that nothing happens to Madonna anytime soon.)

Thank you everyone who greeted me on my birthday. I wasn’t able to reply to a single one sorry but know that I read all the greetings and I appreciate all of them.