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10th day, 6th month, standard year 24935
Things around here have been a bit uneventful as of late. Not that I want them to be eventful...not really, now.
Today was Binn's birthday, though. Binn fancies himself as a comedian. He amuses girls with silly stunts and I know for a fact he's got some books of very rude jokes under his bed...the sort of thing people like Master Mapru (and Yoda) would be very displeased about if they knew.
Oh, and he's a 'ladies' man' as well. Nela thinks he's very amusing, and Clee...well, he's very fond of Clee, but I'm not sure what she thinks of him. She hasn't hit him round the face, though. Tahl says she ought to.
I nearly forgot his birthday. (He probably wouldn't have minded, though, as he's always forgetting mine.) I had to ask Master if he had anything I could give as a present- something not covered in coffee or dust or unrecognizable slime. He finally pulled out a notebook from under a pile of paper, and handed it to me. I think Binn liked it, although I doubt he'll actually use it. Clee got him some chocos, and he insisted on sharing them with her. I don't think she even likes chocos, but she ate half of them to make up happy. (Or to shut him up.)
When I returned to our quarters, Master was making plans to tidy his room. (Yep. Battle plans. You'll need one to get the insects out of there.)
"Ah, good. You're back. Perhaps you'd like to help?"
I didn't, but decided not to let him down. The rest of my day...well, practically...was spent shovelling things to and from the bins. He kept giving me things to throw away that he later changed this mind about and sent me to rummage about in the bins to find. Huh.
*****
4th day, shelova week, standard year 24935
Rummaging about in the bins made me remember
something. That prophecy. I don't know why I'm musing about it....I just
am. Maybe because there's nothing else to do. We haven't been sent on any
missions, and I've been studying and working...I'm two katas ahead of Tahl.
I did ask Master once if he believed in prophecies. He said 'sometimes'. Which doesn't tell me much.
Life will become a painless death
Love will become a blinding hate ...
I've thought about that many times...can't come up with anything. And the rest of it is even worse...even more confusing...
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34th day, 7th month, standard year 24935
This time last year I climbed the tower. I wish I could do it again this year, but Master's been keeping me busy all week. He's incredibly frustrated with us being kept here for around three months...he keeps muttering stuff like 'Why can't someone blow up a planet or something?'. (He doesn't mean it.) In an attempt to work off his annoyance, he's been giving me lightsabre duelling classes...on top of the ones I have already, that is. I fall asleep each night with all my bones aching. Master has claimed that before we're finally sent on another mission I'll be able to beat him in a duel.
Well, I don't know about that.
Tahl said she would climb the tower this year. Somehow I doubt it. She hates heights.