The Coolest Job on Earth
Last Tuesday, Nino and I had our private time (huray, Nindi's at school ). We sat down at 'lazy chairs' in level four, Fisher library. Soon, Nino was busy with his pile of journals (readings w/ small fonts and half of the pages are references lists, hiks). While I enjoyed the city view from the full glass window.
Ten minutes passed, and he asked me, "What are you doing, Mamapong?" Uhm, he had no idea I was doing something.
"Me? I'm working with my imagination. You know, catching some scenes for my next novel..."
"Oh, sorry. I see you're working now," Nino smiled.
Hehehe. Isn't it the coolest job on earth? getting paid for daydreaming?