Sometimes big dreams come true. Just kidding. Not sometimes, not just big dreams. Work, work and then work again. And all wishes come true. Never forget.
Before, I did not like Sunday, because then comes Monday and I need to go to school or work. But now something has changed. Now Sunday for me and my soul. For good music, for a tasty breakfast, laundry, blogging, coffee to go, for old movies and evening walks.