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It has been one of those weekends where I've tracked below the social radar like a human hermit. I reckon it's good for the being. Time away from the outside world feeds the soul with more comprehension of one self. You're able to examine and recap what life has unfolded from the past to the present.

Enjoyed my monthly 2 hour facial and a hair treatment today. Signed up for a facial stint endorsed by the Material Mom herself in two weeks time as one of my many birthday gifts to myself. In addition, I've managed to spring clean my room and catched up with the Housewives, Meredith and her housemates, the Heroes and Betty. Plus, I've also finally watched 'The Pursuit of Happyness'. Yes, finally.

"It was right then that I started thinking about Thomas Jefferson on the Declaration of Independence and the part about our right to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. And I remember thinking how did he know to put the pursuit part in there? That maybe happiness is something that we can only pursue and maybe we can actually never have it. No matter what. How did he know that?"

This answers the question as to why Master Fortune Teller said that I'll only be happy when I'm 55. For I'll spend two-thirds of my life pursuing it. But even then I'll be living on borrowed laughters and smiles. For if Jefferson's right, we might never own happiness. It is something we will keep on chasing. Like a dog with its tail...