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Tuesday, March 15, 2005

I find my earphones kinky because my sister played with them, and they have all these kinks now. ok enough. ENOUGH!

Seriously, lame jokes are funnier than real ones. Why do people tell them if they aren't?

Anyway I apologise for whatever I've done.

I just got reminded of what holidays are truly for.

Somehow band just seems so different now... the whole mood of the band is tied in with how well we play. When we play as we always do (so-so), there's always this great lethargy and restlessness hanging over the band room, manifested in all that yawning and sighing, ultimately in our poor perfomances. People check their watches every five minutes, as if anxious for band to finish so that they can get the hell out of there as soon as possible.

But not today. Perhaps it was magic, perhaps it was that tongue-lashing by rizaal the previous day, but whatever it was, it sure had a miraculous effect. I think that's the best ever vogelhandler we played (it was the best I played, anyway), and this was certainly shown in the post-band situation. It was the first time i heard oura say "good". Ever. A lot more smiles, laughing, general happiness. The spirit that makes you want to come back tomorrow to train, the kind that makes me willing to lug my mini-coffin home to practice, the kind that makes us feel like a band.

We need more of this. Maybe I'm just hallucinating, but it certainly seemed real to me. I hope it was.

Somebody said that at 6:40 PM

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