Sunday

With much enthusiasms, I reached slightly over 12.

Unfortunately, I left my tags at home.

For over an hour I was at a kopitiam, armed with my Tissot Classic and boredom. Saw a red. Peeping through a sheer white dress. Cheek length. Somewhat perky. Almost an upskirt.

For the next eight or so hours, I was alternating between my desk and the studio artist's. Checking the visuals. At times, adjusting it on my own. Facebook. Facebook. And more Facebook. Somewhere in between, Since Primary Two tempted me with a Klang seafood suggestion. How I wished I could leave early.

Ended the day with a long awaited, overly priced bak kut teh - client's bill.

That's my Sunday. My beautiful Sunday.