Back Home From Pusan
F**king, I wrote about a page about my exciting trip, and I freaking clicked a question mark on the tags option, and BOOM everything was gone. I wrote, basically, that I ate a lot and received a gold necklace from my aunts for the graduation gifts and that I was overwhelmed by joy that I can add it to my bling bling collection with a new digital camera and a brand new GGGGG shock watch. I also wrote I could not sleep in the train on the way back home because freaking kids were yelling and running around the train. Finally, I said I wanted to head-lock them and to tiger-kick their asses, but I was restrained by my consciousness. The End.