First if you have a stall like me, you sit out in the sun for like >7 hours. I stood there for 5hours or more. Then you coax people into checking our your wares, meet a couple of colorful characters that you joke about @ their expense because they're nasty customers. And then you meet a guy who wears branded top to toe and he bargains the belt you bought at 17 dollars and you're selling for 8 to a meagre 5 bucks.
hahaha you chat up a man from the neighbouring stall who's got a camera full a character ( the old ole rolleiflex) which cost a whooping $1800 but is kicks ass. HE seems a cool dude when he says to you " Im a creative director @ TBWA and so is my wife." woooo not bad! and a customer comes along and your conversation is cut short.
you hear the ka-chings rolling , the lense of your sunglasses falls off and you burst into laughter. I'l say tis is what I call a saturday afternoon!
Saturday takes flight and Sunday it already is.
up on the agenda: Read whatever I need to for Monday's class.
problem is I can't remember which pages to read. darn
Next watch the movie 300. spoil myself silly with nachos! and then come back home , contemplate if I should apply for that full Time Job as a copywriter.
perhaps switch on the google box / computer and it's sleep thereafter.
Sometimes I wished I was wendy in peter pan, or alice in wonderland. I'm a huge burton and depp fan, and I reckon the only anti-aging methodology is to have dreams, gun for them, and believe that disneyland is still the happiest place on earth.
