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I just found out that I don't have a ticket for Christmas break, which means that it's very likely that my Christmas will be spent in Canada/US instead of home. Am I happy? Am I sad? All I can say now is that I'll have to make the best of whatever comes my way. Soooo, anyway care to take me in for Christmas? *grin*

Stanza of the Day:
There’s no place of my own
I can’t find room to breathe
The place which I had known
No more my place to live.

Thought of the Day:
To what extent is life about choices, and if we say all, does that mean that fate has no part? Is there such thing as 'fate' in the first place? Was Sartre right when he said that we are responsible for who we are, what we are, and every thing we do and say, including 'accidents'? Is life really but a stage, as mentioned by Shakespeare? Am I really ranting for no particular reason but for the sake of ranting alone..!?
[See what I mean by thought of the day? *grin*]