A phone call

my coffee to kick in so I can go to the flower market

The so-called "golden" years of old age.

The match between Spain and Swiss

godot

My boyfriend to meet me here

my future

his mail

the answers

our minds to turn inside out

Wandering on the web

thinking of chinese mums

Getting a lot older, day by day.

Nothing, some coffee and icq.

drinking tea

Looking at this

listening my favorite music

dreaming

pondering the possibilities

popping the bubbles

I will go to sleep

I'll buy a mountain dew

Then, I suppose I shall rust away.

Well, I think I will take some sleep

drink more tea

I'll cry and cry and make myself sick

never

ha!

at least it gave me something to do -the "faith" the "hope"- before my soul dies

ill be waiting a long time