Alas, tennis, Roland Garros and Djokovic came in between those intentions. Thus, this very post is spurred not by reality, but by a dream I had this morning and every second since I woke from it, the details slipped faster the more I attempt to grasp at it... Oh, the agony of having woken up from a beautiful dream... (no, it's not a wet dream)
starring my boy..
so cute for what?Call me obsessed, but I love a man with a past who has been through the harsher times. Perhaps that's what made Nole so driven yet wise at the same time. =)
Novak's article from Telegraph
Since you're still here with me at this post, I suppose you are curious about my dream: Shanghai Masters Cup - I wore my Novak adidas jersey to watch Djokovic play live in China Shanghai. At the end of the match, in a chinese speaking country, I was the only person asking for Novak's autograph in English. I was trying to impress him so I attempted to strike up a conversation and asked him about his tennis career etc. Novak was intrigued by my insightful questions, and he invited me to dinner with his family after the event.. There I met his family and I was speaking to his mum before Vertical Horizon started singing away...(I vaguely recall that anxiety to impress my potential 'in laws', can't remember if his cute brother was there. awwwww..)
Brother Lovewahhahhaahah... ok.. before you shout 'dream on'.. it IS a dream ok?
DAMN that alarm clock for waking me up! (fyi, Vertical Horizon - You're A God was my alarm ringtone)
Novak, in dreams we meet again..
Till wimbledon then. (or till anytime I feel like dragging my lazy ass to upload my family photos and narrate real-life expeditions.)
