So I was late this morning...

No surprise there.

I even made plans.

I said I'll wake up at 6:15, then iron my top and shave my legs and put on my make-up and be done by 7...

Woke up at half past, cut my leg while shaving and had no time to look for a plaster so made do with a piece of blue cellotape.

Then I suck at ironing so if my shirt was creased.. well too bad.

No time for make-up so while sitting in traffic, I'm busy with a tweezer and foundation and what what.

Then the time for the photos came. The guy took it.

I didn't bother to look at it and when my pictures comes, won't even glance at it. No clue at all why I even bothered waking up at half past when I could have slept that extra ten minutes...

Meh.