//August 28, 2010//
I just wish some prayer and don’t wish me any good luck. Because I’ve never believe on such thing like luck. Four leaves clover or seven spades, it’s just like any other myths. Beside, I’ve been getting along with 13 on lots of time. 13 was bad, but I turn the table by not believing it. It’s just some number and it should have stayed on Excel, completed the hidden formula.
Hey Thursday, be my day and I’d keep you nice. Hey September 2nd, be my date and I’d keep you great.