Fingers start across the keyboard. Ab Major.

So! My 3rd blog in a year. Well let's see how long this one lasts. This time I'll probably have much more to write about, since I've grown so much from the last time I kept a blog. No, of course I'm not talking about literal, physical growth. Don't be shallow. Empty vessels make the most noise, and I cannot stand noise. Nor can I stand empty vessels. Same goes for bimbos, show-offs, smartasses, dumbasses, and.... Well you get the point.

Today was a quiet day and I was feeling particularly lousy. Composed 2 pieces today, one in Ab major and one in Db major. Ab major is my favourite key because it gives you a very serene, flowing sound. Keys like D major are far too bright and vibrant for my liking and keys like F# major are just too deep and powerful and bass-ish to use to great variety. Of course it does have to do with my ability, but I'm just saying. I don't really like my pieces though.

I've been feeling this gnawing... jealousy(?) of late. What's it supposed to be? I mean, duh it's the hormones at work here, but I think I'm bordering on obsession. Although I'd like to get to know this one person better, I'm currently definitely not very very close with that person, and I'm sure as hell that person isn't very very close to me. Besides, Keith you idiot don't go walking through another rose bush (they are thorny as hell, btw) before you're even done with healing from the previous such walk. Readers, please do think about why I used rose bushes in my metaphor.

I was actually supposed to spend tonight at eHub until Benedict called it off, so I'm stuck here typing compo. Psssh. Speaking about night. Last night I decided to abandon my rollerblading buddies and go for a round (around the Eastern Park Connector) myself. I passed through my favourite places and revisited my sweetest memories. Last night was the first time I mustered the courage to go clean out this closet. Damn it hurt. Good thing I was on my skates, because I ran and ran and ran through the cold night wind, and I didn't stop once.

P.S: Right. First post out of the way. I'm pretty satisfied.

P.P.S: Wonder when will my 2nd post be? I'm waiting with bated breath.

P.P.P.S: Cheryl yes go ahead and knock yourself out:)