I said, BRRRR.

I cannot believe this is how I am spending the first few hours of my birthday-being so freezing cold that I can't get to sleep. I swear the weather changed at 12 midnight sharp. Talk about having a COOL birthday. When I think about what I want this birthday, I realised I didn't really want anything in particular; I am just glad to be alive long enough to turn 23. However now, I am not so sure if I can survive my birthday. Urgh this just brings back so many bad memories. I remember (this one time, at band camp? haha) there was this once, at one of the annual family chalets, I got so cold, and so afraid to change the temperature of the air-con cos I might wake everyone up, that I went to the toilet to cry. I was just too damn cold. Which wouldn't have been that scarring if my aunt hadn't walked in on me (the toilet has two entrances, dammit) and told everrryone that I was crying in the middle of the night by the time morning came. Imagine waking up to that. Well anyways, I am close to crying now. Not that I'm not doing anything to change the temperature now, I'm wearing 3 jackets, one scarf, one pair of gloves, two pairs of socks. THIS IS NOT NORMAL. It's not thaaat cold actually. Secretly, I know exactly what I need. Time for some pipping hot maggie mee. Yum. How am i going to survive the walk to the kitchen without my heater though?

wish me luck.