imagine walking like roy keane with the irish accent and the leadership quality of barking at your teammates when they don't play well.

imagine the right to (literally) sleep anytime you want.

imagine drums.

imagine looking as good as becks in any hairdo, never mind the intelligence.

imagine my volleyball team can play as good as st hilda's secondary.

imagine satisfaction of being good in maths.

imagine san siro, nou camp or old trafford and you're playing alongside the best.

imagine the elimination of humid singapore.

imagine both of you at the sitting at the boot of your car, the other individual bearing your sweater, talking about anything, under the stars by the bay.

imagine that i culd have done better for the national corss country.

desires are something.

and dreams can be a pain in the neck when you have recurring nightmares of "her".