Draft

Just for draft sake

my ATCL programme is gona look like this

Bach Partita No 1 Prelude and Gigue (3 min)
Beethoven Op 13 Pathetique Sonata (17 min)
Chopin Revolutionary Opus 10 no 12 (3 min)
Liszt Liebestraume No 3 (5 min)
Copland Cat and Mouse (4 min )

Maybe I need one more piece. ARGH

Seek. Strive. Excel

I still find no link between the above 3 words.

Ignore it, if you must.

I have piano lesson in a few moments time. Preparing for my diploma recital from sketch is going to be so not easy. I only have friday nights, saturday noon and sunday to practice! Maybe I can only squeeze some weekday night from that oh so not enough number of nights out we get. And when I get back to Seletar, I start to ponder about the feasiblity of travelling home just to clock some hours on the piano.

And yes, for those who know. I am playing the Pathetique Sonata by Beethoven, and Liszt Liebestraume. That is so far what is more or less confirmed. Maybe my teacher will toss in some Scarlatii and maybe a 20th century (but seriously, I am not very fond of 20th Century). I hope I'd fit my Chopin Etude in.

Bleh. Boring post people. Very soon I'll be counting sheeps on my blog. You know, I'll be the best hypnotism blog around. BORRRINGG

Phase Shift, once again

I realized it's been like a thousand million decades since I've blogged. What happened to the frequent blogger here who was actually addicted to blogging. For goodness sake, I can't find anything to blog about nowadays.

Basically, as the date and time suggest, it's impossible for me to have interest access if not for something quite like an oasis in a desert-Nights out. It's pretty good to have the opportunity to stay at home for like the night and go back in just to fall asleep on my semi smelly bunk bed.

The week's been pretty hot, and I got quite sun burnt. My face is red now. I look like a tomato. Oh aw.

This week been pretty 'eventful'. I don't like this week. Stressful, scary as a series of unfortunate events continue to plague me! I really hate this week, to be honest. It was nerve wrecking. severely.

Other that the series of unfortunate events, course ending next week! I really did not expect us to have nights out for the week!

And tomorrow's book out day!

Okay. just for the sake of blogging.

OUCH

Please put this next to my mouth.






All my food since tuesday can't come out! HELP!

A hole in my map

I hope this post doesn't reflect too much of my current cynical perspective of life. Perhaps I should try to be cheerful for once.

Been a really long time since I actually had any physical exercise (actually last week). In camp, I don't get to exercise much.(irony) My platoon mates are mostly lazy and only a few are willing to run. Maybe they don't see the point or they don't really enjoy it that much. Running is fun, I really need to run. I still have my debts from jeep course to pay back. (ah layers of fats! be gone!) Throw me IPPT now and I'll die flat. The thought of SOC alone will make me cry.

Last week was pretty relaxing. In fact, this is the most relaxing course ever. I get more sleep in camp than out-camp. I'm currently withdrawing from my lack of afternoon naps!

Went Jurong Point again for nights out. Pretty bad experience because it was constipation week for me. Almost exactly the moment we got out of the camp gates, my stomach started hurting insanely. It was this gripping sour acidic flinching type of pain which inflicted pain and irritation to the night! I could barely enjoy my few hours walking around in the mall.

And I must be pretty smart to go add a Swensen frosted chocolate malt into my burning stomach. But no, it did not extinguish the fiery flames of my stomach ache. Instead, I had to half-cringe half-flinch back to camp.

I'm typing my "report" for my game for YF camp right now. I tell you, inspiration is something so hard to find. Maybe about 0.01 percent of my thoughts are inspiring ones. And amongst which, only about a tenth are workable. Do the math. I'm so uncreative! I need more inspiration!

This must be the most random thing ever. And this just happened:

My brother wants to take a book from a high bookshelf which happened to be in my room. He calls me over. I says "yeah what?". He says lift me up to take his book. I thought okay why not. And so I did. I balanced him on my forearms. (50+ kg is no joke!) But it was manageable still. And guess what. The book he wanted to take was like hidden behind several books. In his attempt to retrieve the target book, he dropped like a dozen books on me. For a moment, it rained books and instinctively I let go of him and we both dropped to the floor. How nice. On second attempt we got it though. What a sore forearm I have now! :X