The last job was a nightmare.

Talk Less, Write More. This is a Guest Post by Carey Baraka. So, where was I? Dear Form Four leaver,. Dear Almost College Student,. Foot on the brake pedal, fellas. Unless you got into that University that only offer.

Of Breaking Glass Ceilings and Cyborgs. how the hell was I trapped by a bloody cyborg in my modest little campus room? This maniac of a man, half steel, half human had imprisoned me in this tiny single room I call my humble abode. Hide I did with the gracious help from my next door neighbor. I had done it! I called my boyfriend for some enc.