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So, I've decided to write an autobiography about my so far not so exciting life. Mostly for personal cathartic reasons, as there aren't that many points in my life that will be all that interesting to strangers. That being said, instead of doing this like a diary, I've decided to make it open to public view. Those interested in learning about my life, I can't imagine who you are, are welcome to read and comment.

Oh, and this probably won't be in any particular chronological order. ...

(A letter to an old, yet always new friend... his last letter had asked me what I usually do with my days.)


I apologize for not responding sooner..

What I do in my day, these days, is usually work... then after, I like to study, sing, listen to music, read; study chess... I also like to do yoga, go walking sometimes, work out (a little), go to the library, and meet with friends... I also play chess at a local chess club... and I am now getting into a Sufi dance ...

It all gets misty,
your hunch was right.
Tossing and turning,
in bed at night.

How wrong you were,
but how you were deceived.
You've figured it out,
but what have you achieved?

You feared the worst,
not bad enough,
Live with it,
the verdict's tough.

The swirling colours,
stop and die.
Strange what happens,
after a lie.

I just want to clarify this pome is not about anything of a romantic nature for I could see where it might sound that way.

Your Are Not Lost, Yet Cannot Be Found

Why is it
whenever my feelings are tender
and I am ready to speak
you are nowhere?

And when you appear
I feel myself silenced
by self-doubt

Why is it
that fate has dictated
we never draw near again?

And though ...

For those moms and dads out there, what does it take for your kids to make you proud of them?

For those kids, what does it take to get a single, good job, im happy for you, im proud of you from your parents?

I got the lead role in swan lake, the dance my college is doing. over 300 people tried out and I got it. I managed to track down my horses bloodline who we got with no name and getting him registered. I tell mom, dad, and terry this and not a single one of then ...