As the whole nation glued to their tv set 5 AM(or the sofa bed next to the tv set) the Socceroos advance to the next stage of the Wcup after a thrilling, spinetingling match that had all the dramas (ooohs and ahhhs) against Croatia which ended in a draw of 2-2. Glory to Harry and the 'roos. (Seeing the PM on the morning news sat infront of his television fitted in his infamous green&gold attire is....hilarious. :D)
My morning however is a little different.
Not sure if I'm just not used to getting up so early but the morning felt kinda edgy... something just wasn't right about the morning air. The high rise apartments near by (still hesitant to call them high rise... the fact that they are only tall relative to surrounding) hidden like an ominous tower of doom behind dark clouds... (or a silly giraffe hiding from its predator, haha). Fog thickens the further I walk down the backstreet, one can hardly see clearly beyond 30 meters, not unlike my thoughts, metaphorically speaking. Even after a cup of hot cocoa and banana bread with ms gorgeous in the morning... feels like theres alot on my mind. :(
Pics to follow... Fogged up... troubled mind?
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