Bumpy

I can't think of a title.

Anyway. I've been like going out everyday from Thursday to Saturday. This is so not me. When I'm at town, I sometimes wonder if I took a plane there.

Just to be chronologically sound. Went out with survey platoon last Thursday. The gist of it-food,movie then drink. I skipped the drinking part because I'm a good boy. Jon puked and Timothy could not maintain friction with the ground. And yes yes, there was this big pipe like thing with a hose for people to suck on. It's like smoking, but they claim it's non addictive. Oh well, I kind of value my lungs so I never tried one puff. But still, I think it was smelly, to be honest. I wonder how it makes people high.

Friday I tried Swensen's Ice cream buffet at Ion Orchard. I thought 8 scoops was actually commendable effort considering I ate waffles and cakes too. I love the cereal toppings like those fruity stuff. My happiness lasted until my brother told me he ate 20 scoops the last time he visited. Oh well, I don't have a huge appetite. I did not consume lunch, and my stomach was gelid cold from all that slimey freezing substance sliding down my throat My braces actually caused an area of effect freezing field right inside my mouth. But cost wise, it was super worth it.

Today I made an effort to repair my pieces. REPAIR! cause they are all rotting like garbage. I have to do something before they decompose. My brothers are playing stuff like pathetique sonata now for diploma and i'm so jealous. I will probably take mine the same time as theirs. And yes, I also want to learn the pathetique sonata soon though I think it's actually quite simple. My scores are all over the place, I can't even find my liebestraum score now. I cannot even remember a single bit of that Chopin Ballade and G flat etude which I was learning before I enlisted. This is one big thing I hate about army. I should find out if I can smuggle a weighted keyboard into camp so I can at least learn some new repertoire. It sucks playing the same thing over and over again, worst still, seeing them rot into nothingness.