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Saturday, March 08, 2008

9:33 PM

The list of my injuries, collected over yesterday and today:

1) General lactic acid buildup
2) Muscle tears in (left) arm and feet
3) Cut on left leg from marking time (don't ask me how)
4) Cut on right hand from practising spinning
5) Eyeball damaged from recycled lenses
6) Anal fissure from Caleb's trombone
7) Emotional trauma from (6)
8) Skin damage that increases my skin cancer potential percentage

God, it was so tiring.

Anyway. Yes. About (6). It was painfully embarrassing. I got raped by a trombone.

(Yes, I am aware a trombone doesn't actually look like that, but when trombones become objects of forcible sexual intercourse, less care is devoted to drawing them. People might say I'm drawing hentai comics.)
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Band camp is on 12-14! Lots of stuff to do by band camp.

Cheers to the organizers, huiyao, qifann and ziqian.

I hope the food and drinks (remember, bottled drinks) are edible.

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(Purple) Prose of the day!

She thought as she looked out of the bus window, not anything in particular, just the trees flashing by and the myriad of cars on the road.

She thought of the color of his shirt, how his collar has a quirky stripe to it. His bag, slung over one shoulder, another hand carrying a book. His puzzled expression, not recognizing her, but assessing her, with fresh eyes, curiously, as if they had met the first time and how queer it was for a stranger to stare at him like that. She knew that at that time she had managed a cool demeanor, but inside her something writhed and twisted in painful agony, screaming, "It's me! It's me! Can't you remember?" and at the same time, furiously hoping he would not remember and turn away, so she could continue to look at him, just for the next moment.

She thought of the day last year, at the cafe, when she first had laid her eyes on him.

She thought of the sleepless nights, doused with caffeine, and how silly she was. In fact, 'silly' was insufficient to convey her folly. She wanted to give herself a slap on the cheek, right then, but remembered she was on a bus and saved herself from the potential embarrassment. She gripped her purse tighter.

How silly she was! The sentence echoed in her mind.

signed, jiasheng

19th Sept
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