Weekdays are always sunny days.
Yet, I sit on my newly acclaimed window seat, only staring out.
Staring at the shadows cast by the sun on the tall office buildings;
Staring at the Capital Tower, shimmering beautiful silverish blue;
Staring at the gorgeous CBD view.
Staring out, wishing I'm out there somewhere instead of the aircon room.
Weekends are always rainy days.
Yet, I dress up, only to go out.
Going for endless number of 21st birthday parties;
Going for part-time job, instead of sleeping till late late morning;
Going for this, that, anything, everything.
Going out, wishing I'm at home enjoying a peaceful afternoon, nursing my over-abused, heels-tortured feet.