Yet Another Day
This is not a crappy post. Skip this one and read the ones below for laughs.
Hmmm... it's funny how at my age, I could still be called up by my dad just to be scolded. That was all the call was for, nothing else. I must admit I was pretty affected throughout the party till now. Then again, since when was I never affected? Maybe I think too much, and I should just stop thinking. At least everything seemed fine when i reached home this time round. I just hope that I would stop messing up things, or things would stop messing up for me.
Note: I'm not the hypersensitive sort of person. Please don't confuse between the two.

Well, since strings sound somewhat soft, and somewhat muffled such that demisemiquavers are not to distinct, and considering it does take up time and there are 5 other pieces to go, and considering this is but 2 bars in a 100 bar piece, and considering blah blah blah... sometimes I play just a note. (OK, most of the time, happy?) Hey, I'm not the only keyboardist around guilty right? Someone tell me I'm not the only one... pleeeese....
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