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.
