suck it up.

Hot, cold, hot, freezing, hot hot burn. Slept till my muscles cramped but fever dreams are the utmost worst ever. Rushing lines that did not meet nor collide, deadlines that were endless. Nothing makes sense, except my hot breath into the pillow.
Stubborn, just cos i can.

Yolanda mary chua's birthday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY BABE!(again) I know you hate us for everything but we still love you no matter what. Complete with the company, sushi, baked oysters, and ice-cream cone muffins=)