a solitary figure stands still - the reflection of a perfect arabesque; smooth turns across the parquet floor. my dream; my fantasy.
They say the World Cup hasn't started until the yellow and greens enter the field. It was a spectacular fight. Kudos to Croatia, but Brazil has to step it up 100000000000000 notches to clinch that title once again. Maybe they were just testing waters. KAKA is the new RONALDO. Indeed, "This is where legends are born."
once again i'm thrown into seizures of an uninspired fit; literary constipation. the past weeks have been packed, this week is no different. i realised working life is a sacrifice between something you'd like to do, and something else you need to do. time is an asset and i want more. i want to laze around and have the usual family dinners every night after work. after all, i am mummy's and daddy's little girl.
on the brighter side, world cup has begun and daddy love has agreed to suscribe:). i know i'm going to turn into the soccer-obsessed female with eyebags the size of trucks by 10th july, but the world cup is simply IRRESISTABLE.
