Saturday, February 25, 2006
eating shit-- no, really.
no, this is not some vulgar metaphor for studying, (which i think really is like trying to eat shit-- you cram fistful after fistful of stinky, dry, globes devoid of any form of joy down your esophagus as fast as possible and hope and pray you can keep all of it in at least till you reach the exam hall (toilet? hospital?), where you then proceed to vomit it all back out, at least hopefully partially-digested.) i think i might actually have eaten shit. birdshit. yum.
sitting at the log tables as usual and holding a plate of delightfully heart-clogging western food (yumyum). esthertan points out the birdshit, so i rotate the plate to avoid hitting the shit with the handle of my spoon. then i feel something on my right finger, and since i'm holding a plate of food, my natural instinct is to-- yes. that's right. lick my finger. and i actually do touch the finger with my lips before i look down and realise hey mayonnaise and chilisauce isn't black ARGGGH
of course, i emit an ultrasonic scream and spit and spit and spit on the floor like a rhinitic ahpek with emphysema and then proceed to brandish the birdshitted hand in front of esther's face, screaming "HELP! TISSUE!". then esther begins to look worried as i wipe my hand on the underside of the table. cue her crinkly nose and her concerned remark of "why did you wipe it so close to me??"
thank god ronnie was there. at least he had the sense to give me a piece of tissue to wipe my hand off and cover the offending lump of birdshit (now slightly flatter on top). when liwei came i think i was still screaming at the sight of the tissue flapping gently open in the brisk winds.
and no, studies are not going well. but who cares. canoepolo was fun.
+ fictions&fires
11:36 PM
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plangere, latin: to strike, or to lament.
in the depth of winter i finally learned that there was in me an invincible summer.
--albert camus
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to be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best night and day to make you like everybody else means to fight the hardest battle any human being can fight and never stop fighting.
-- ee cummings
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