Turpentine stinks!

Yup, turpentine stinks. It all started like this... I was dreaming of a - wait, that's too far behind... okay, it all, really, started like this: I brought a bottle of oily, smelly, clear turpentine to clean my class' filthy white board. In the end, the board was about 76% clean. Why 76? If you look at the board, you'll wonder "who's that idiot who scrathed the board!?" and if you tried to "thoroughly" clean the board, you'll obviously say "f*** u black permanent ink" or something similar... Some patches of ink could not be wiped off the board. How joyfully sad. I know, "joy" and "sad" won't mix. But think about it this way: Joy is positive, so give it a '+1', and sad is negative, so give it a '-1', add them together makes: 1-1=0; 0 is neither positive nor negative, so, I guess you can say "no feeling" or something like that.

So after school ended, I ran back home. Correction, I walked back home, as happy as I can ever be. Then ate my lunch (erm... as hungry as I can ever be??). Then go back to school to do more cleaning up, like, scraping off the stuff on the class' wall. After that, I touched more turpentine, for some unexplainable reasons. Then i went back home, washed with soap. It still smells. When it kena H₂O, it stinks like mad. Then when i take my bath in the evening, washed with more soap, scrub here and there like I was trying to strip the skin off my hand. And you know what, it still smells. Ai yoo!! I so hate turpentine!!! Stupid C₁₀H₁₆ !!

"Okay, enough with the whining!" said Bee Lee. And now, let's get on with something better, Piano!!!! Yahoo!!! Piano rules! But I suck like hell!!! Argh!!! Oh, David lend(..erm... how do you spell the past tense of lend??) me his book containing music scores for piano. I can't play many of them, but i'm still learning. Oh, I seem to have found my favourite piece:



It is damn nice. Me wanna play it, but the music just goes too fast for my fingers.