As usual, I headed to my hideaway, sitting at one corner, and started opening up my book. From that position I could still feel the cool air. How wonderful!!! I tried so hard to concentrate reading the words written there, however, my mind preferred wandering around :)
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How nice the weather is now
I wish I don’t have to go back to work
what will I do if I really don’t have to go back to work??
The restaurant there will be a great place to sit on
They have outdoor seating arrangement
Many foreigners are sitting down, enjoying their lunch, plus couple bottles of beer on their table
I will be having my lunch there too if I don’t have to work now
I’ll order the thin crust pizza plus some Buffalo chicken wings
Hhmm… my favorite
Plus a bottle of Corona with a slice of lime on it
It will be great if there is accompany
My bestie or my hubby will be perfect
We’ll chit chat while enjoying our meals
We can hear the American and British accent murmuring sound
Stay with me by Sam Smith and ‘ting-tang’ cutlery and plates sound crowd our surrounding
“Bill please,” asked me once we finished
We moved to the next ice cream store
They also have outdoor seating
We chose that rattan chair with comfy cushion seat
With transparent white umbrella on top of it
Instead of ordering ice cream,
I chose that beautiful Lemon Meringue from their display cabinet
It looks delicious and tempting!
And a tiny cup of espresso will be a perfect companion! :)
I’m not a smoker
But if I am, perhaps I’ll start light up that tiny cigarette,
made especially for lady
That will feel great for such weather!!!
“Hey Overcome, what are you doing there?”
I was surprised with the sound mentioning my name. I looked to where the sound came from. Oh, my colleague!! She happened going up from those endless MRT staircases and found me sitting on my hideaway.
“Oh, nothing… Just read some book,” claimed me while showing her the book on my hand.
I looked at my watch and time showed 12.58pm. Yalama!!! Time to go back to work lah!!! I stood up, cleaned up the back side of my pants and walked back towards my office, passing by those two restaurants that I had lunch before (in my dream). I watched those dreams in reality (without me), of course, and shook my head full of sadness then smiled to myself for the wondrous daydreaming ^^
The ice cream shop played the Pink Martini's song, Sympathique, as I walked through it. The lyrics were so “ME”!!!
“Je ne veux pas travailler
Je ne veux pas dejeuner
Je veux seulment l’oublier
Et puis je fume”