segunda-feira, 16 de março de 2009

Today

I'd like to feel that I am about to do the right choice and that I won't regret having been so hopeful.

I'd like to avoid reading any more sloppy and ignorant comments on the work of teachers, as if getting beaten by a 13-year-old was nobody's fault but the teacher him/herself.

I'd like to feel less pains due to my latest jogging.

I'd like to know what to wear... damned antecipated summer.

I'd like to have my nail polish lasting longer than it does.

I'l like to leave earlier to cook sophisticated meals.

I'd like to be less tired when I go to bed. And you too.

I'd like to take some days off so I woudn't have to hear politicians anymore nor see Porto win the championship... again.

I'd like to have a whole month to decide which places to apply to next year.

I'd like to stay in one school for more than 2, 3 years.

I'd like to have a baby.

I'd like to keep my brain fit so I wouldn't leave it in the car... to die.

I'd like to have a place of my own, where I could invite people and drink a good wine.

I'd like to be more naive than I actually am.

I'd like not to have the desire to want to many other things.

3 comentários:

J. Maldonado disse...

"I'd like to be less tired when I go to bed. And you too."

Há fármacos que podem colmatar essa lacuna... ;)


"I'd like to have a baby."

São só 30 segundos... :)

Cassandra disse...

É pá, trinta segundos é muito pouco para as dores que, nove meses depois, resultam desse meio minuto. Há que fazer render:)

J. Maldonado disse...

Porque é que cada vez que eu refiro esse tempo o pessoal pensa logo nisso?! :D
30 segundos é a duração dum orgasmo... :))