I would dearly love to write down the insane things that happened in France and my adventures with Dali but sadly it’s not to be. At least not yet. Work is a bitch bitch bitch and even friends at the office have been bitching how bitchy I’ve been getting. But I shouldn’t complain too much. At least work takes my mind off personal problems and to delve too deeply into those murky waters would mean death by suicide.
Let me just conclude that my bag was worth every damn cent and saved me the anguish of lost luggage like almost every other course participant endured. Saya cinta beg saya. Dan kasut baru saya. Dan passport holder Harry Potter saya.