The wind blows where it wants to, and you hear its sound, but don't know where it comes from and where it is going.
Nothing but prayers and good fortune can see you through.
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
one. two.. three...
hApPy bIrThDaYtOmE!!! p.s. i am sick. i am home alone. enough said.
i will find out about me after, say, three decades when i can look back at the running account of my personal history as captured by this blogspot. so help me GOD. :)
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