bad day
I wanna scream, and pull all my hair out. Then, tell everyone that I'm suffering from Leukaemia and ho-ho, no more going back to attachment and yet be able to graduate with a Diploma in Tourism Management. I wish.
*But I don't really want to look like a baldy. Any contributions to better ideas?
We can work things out -11:01 PM
Monday, November 13, 2006