In nine days I'm gonna board a plane to a place I never wanted to go to, anyway I can't wait. Mallorca, it'll give me some stories I guess, some last stories with my classmates who still kinda have been right that my class and even my mates, for a while... Still I feel bad about just hopping over to that Island to spend a week doing nothing basically or getting used to drinking again, dunno really... So it has apperead that "the island" is being called Ougadougu amongst my friends now, nice aye?! 9 days left... I guess I should be able to do all right in the whole matura thingy, it'll be all right.. I'm even studying and (as far as the languages go) having fun doing it when I can persuade myself not to sleep or cook or sit behind the computer...

(sorry eve, I know it's just last 9 days as well... it's probably because you wish it never to end and can't wait that this time's kinda taking forever and passing incredibly fast at the same time... it'll be good having you back around anyway..)

9 crimes, just came to my mind:
just a cute little song, thanks Amra :)