The clock of life is wound but once, and no man has the power to tell just when the hands will stop, at late or early hour. Now is the only time you own. Live, love, toil with will. Place no faith in time. For the clock may soon be still.
Saturday, January 23, 2010
Paddle
I went night cycling with Fred... all the way to the end of east coast and back. Wahaha another happy weekend yet again.