and guess what? holland's out. bleah. okay, never mind.

i'm going to post lotsa lotsa nonsense.

just because i feel like it so don't look at me as if i'm nuts or mental or something. i just want to. that's all.

i know lotsa new curse words. like poophead. not that i didn't know that before. heehee.

whee. went to taka today and walked around there before deciding to go home. bad idea. my head was spinning. and i, like a stupid freaking idiot, was talking to myself and counting how many marks i would get for maths. that's how loser i am.

i went back to the Hugo Boss shop. they have lotsa nice and pretty suits there. i could smell the scent of freshly printed money. (they just withdraw from atm and pay la!). and i could hear the flip of the wallets and mastercards sliding smoothly across the counter top. lunch time and there were guys buying stuff. then this guy asked me if the belt he was holding looked gay. -.-;; not bad looking... heehee. the guy. not the belt. but the belt also nice la. haiz, i think guys in suits look really really hot.

i think i'm suffering from post math depression.

eek! maths maths maths maths maths. i think i'm a little crazy.

can't wait for tomorrow. i'm gonna watch so much tv you'll never believe it. i'll get so tipsy that i'll talk nonsense. but even without wine, i already talk nonsense. heehee. see, the giggling's annoying. i told you so.

er. hmm. har. lalalalala. hahahahaa.

yick. piano tomorrow. i practiced it just now. and now the stupid vein looks so blue and popping.