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What happened in the past 3 days:

Sunday:
Slept at 2AM writing about Cryptococcus. Got up at 10AM. Did HPLC calculations until 4PM. Researched Crypt until 2AM of Monday. Slept.

Monday:
Uni from 9AM to 5PM. Quiz at 11AM which I did not study for, again. It's probably a bit late to wonder what sort of 200 micron item would lodge in the upper respiratory tract (200 microns!!! That's HUGE! It's 0.2 millimetres!) and what sort of 0.001 micron item would lodge in the alveoli (I thought anything less than 2 microns were breathed back out?!) Got home at 6PM. Worked on Crypt from 7PM.

Tuesday:
Finished bloody stupid essay on Crypt at 5AM. Went to sleep. Got up at 11AM, thereby missing all 4 lectures from 8AM to 12PM, for the 3rd week in a row. Went to uni for a 40 minute talk on how badly we went in our presentation (ok, she was nice about it, but we know we went badly) and handed in essay. Is now home.

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I have no idea what's happening in biochem any more because I haven't been (or able to have been) to lectures for 4 weeks now. ARGH. Who said 2nd year would be the worst? At least then the stupid timetable was ORGANISED PROPERLY.

I think I survived on the power of adrenaline alone =___=||| I didn't feel at all tired on Monday, even though Mondays are always my most tiring days because the day usually goes from 9 in the morning to 8 at night, and EVERYTHING is ALWAYS due or examined on Mondays.

At least I have a valid reason for the "I Hate Mondays Syndrome".

The Ash Grove

This, was supposed to have gone into Next Assignment ...24..or so. But I forgot. Typical.

The Ash Grove by John Oxenford

The ash grove, how graceful, how plainly 'tis speaking,
The wind [harp] through it playing has language for me.
Whenever the light through its branches is breaking
A host of kind faces is gazing on me.
The friends of my childhood again are before me,
Each step wakes a memory as freely I roam.
With soft whispers laden its leaves rustle o'er me,
The ash grove, the ash grove again [alone] is my home.

My laughter is over, my step loses lightness,
Old countryside measures steal soft on my ear;
I only remember the past and its brightness,
The dear ones I mourn [long] for again gather here.
From out of the shadows their loving looks greet me
And wistfully searching the leafy green dome,
I find other faces fond bending to greet me,
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.

My lips smile no more, my heart loses its lightness
No dream of my future my spirit can cheer;
I only can brood on the past and its brightness,
The dead I have mourned are again living here.
From ev'ry dark nook they press forward to meet me;
I lift up my eyes to the broad leafy dome,
And others are there looking downward to greet me;
The ash grove, the ash grove alone is my home.

Mind you, the words totally doesn't match the melody...at least not when I try to put the words to the music. I think it's a Welsh song. The tune is kind of folksy. I think it's meant to be played uptempo (or whatever the term is...allegro?) but it sounds nice andante too XD (Besides, I can't imagine singing about mourning and nostalgia in allegro) (And it also sounds better on the clarinet than on the recorder, even in the same octave, although I prefer the lower octave)

It's kind of strange, because I think it is meant to be fast, but all versions of the lyrics talk about loss and mourning and sorrow, with hints of a classic Peter Pan Syndrome. Can't imagine why >_>;

But it's also why I thought this song was appropriate! Muh0h0h0~