I was supposed to bring my book, to Starbucks today, enjoy my time there with sips of coffee… the Caramel Macchiato to keep me awake.

But the plan didn’t come through. Instead, I was sitting on my chair, facing towards the window with my room in my hand, reading up on Alan Greenspan (yeah I know the photo doesn’t represent me looking out of the window, instead the book was on my desk).

But still anyway, when you don’t answer your phone, it’s not “why the hell aren’t you answering your phone” but, rather… “Is she alright?”

That’s what my mother always do, spamming me with messages when my phone is off, assuming the worst has happened to me. But then again, it’s very seldom my phone runs out of batt. Probably once or twice in my life.