It's a fruit

  Today was a strange day. My Math tuition teacher called in sick (well technically she texted me so... texted in sick? nah doesn't sound right) which meant I could sleep in. She texted me at 7.45 am so naturally when I was awaken by the deafening text message bell, I felt around for my phone and caught a glimpse of "I CAN'T COME TODAY, I HAVE A BAD COLD" and went back to sleep without returning a reply. BUT BUTTT she tuned up at my door step to check if I got the message while I was asleep, because she was a afraid I was waiting for her... she's so nice:") however I feel extremely bad... moral of the story, reply your text messages kids, even if opening your eyes burns that early in the morning.. yup.

Later that day, I practiced the piano before going on an expedition to look for a out of publication textbook in brass brasa. (how do you actually spell brasa?)  before we passed a MANGO sale in bugis where my mum went slightly insane and was in a particularly great mood. She told me I could pick out two items of clothing, but all I could find, that was suitable, was one. ONE, that suited me. WHAT'S WRONG WITH ME. The carrot was dangling in front of my face (metaphorically) and I chose ONE item of clothing. Sigh* anyway, here is a picture of it. 

I'm going to do some math homework. I need to. Maybe I need to cherish these student moments more. My cousin who has recently became a lawyer constantly reminds me of how much she misses studying. I don't know, adults seems to get more sleep than we do on regular school days, unless they party and get terribly hangover, but that's besides the point...

Nite world

xoxo Shan