  tralala and all the junk had second ngak howe lesson this week. ahhh, first the politics among the brothers in school, now the politics between maya and an insignificant fat lady.
and maya versus ---- and maya versus ######. so you want to know. and you shall not know. i swear i'm choking on malcolm's (the real malcolm, by the way) deodourant. i have no idea why i asked him to let me spray some on myself. i think we're all getting vain: arthur now is never seen without some hair cream in close proximity, everyone's hair smells more or less the same from using the same hair wax, and i spray deodourant to smell like flowers. no hair cream; i only use that if i'm on a mission. bye. 
