went to the NKOTBSB concert part I in vancouver, and for 3 hours, i was 13 again. ❤
also had my very late birthday dinner with the mexican crew. oh riviera maya, how i miss you so.
cleaning room after one month of living out of a suitcase. i don’t know what to do with all this space.
and finally, dusting off my notebook and begin writing again.
what do i write? non-sense. daydreams onto paper.
but still. it’s a great way to escape reality, isn’t it?