#138: :(
i feel.. constantly sad someone, HELP!
sorry. long rant. please ignore.
the nice funky alarm went off at 7am today. i reached over, disabled it and went back to sleep until 8. and 8 is when my piano lesson starts :( ARGH. rushed from the boarding house to the music block (stopping by on the way to pick up my piano books) and had an OK piano lesson of which ravel is sketchy and not quite there, chopin is YUCKs (ok, i think its yucky, and WHY does the piano teacher have to make everything SO complicated. GAH. he should be just practise till its perfect. not ANALYSE everything. ok, i don't really mean that. i quite like analysing my music and all but today's just not my day. anyway, last lesson of the year (he's off to america with the family), haydn is happily plodding along and ginastera? banging out the mess. but enough of piano
chemistry fact of the day:
its cos it was invented in both New York and London. hence the NY, Lon. (tis a true fact!) btw, we're doing polymers and condensation stuff. :D
yesterday's chemistry fact of the day:
are not actually silk worms! they are caterpillars :D cute little caterpillars hundreds of little pupae which have to be KILLED before producing our silk (natural polymers)
and then, biology test! how CAN we stuff in so much information about inheritance and variation in 2 days. our dearest biology teacher, mr salmon, told us on monday, that we were going to be tested on EVERYTHING we'd learnt from the start of this year on WEDNESDAY (today!) ARGH. and the test was REALLY hard. like, weird not-your-normal-questions- sort of test. he's AWFUL.
and i've no more lessons till the end of school. :D
things to do:
- print out invitations for spot supper
- send out invitations for spot supper
- decorations for spot supper
- secret thing
- present for punam
the funny thing is that
Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Our shelter from the stormy blast,
And our eternal home.
A thousand ages in Thy sight
Are like an evening gone;
Short as the watch that ends the night
Before the rising sun.
Time, like an ever rolling stream,
Bears all its sons away;
They fly, forgotten, as a dream
Dies at the opening day.
Our God, our help in ages past,
Our hope for years to come,
Be Thou our guard while troubles last,
And our eternal home.
keeps playing in my head.
i haven't RAN in ages. like, properly run. i can't wait to get back to singapore. i wanna run EVERYDAY. i'm run-deprived.