Excuse me, I'm about to be noisy.

My room has been horrendously cramped at the beginning of new year. Benny, my keyboard, arrived just in time for my birthday (thanks to my brother who pitched in and helped me buying it) and my fingers are itching to, once again, have an instrument all to my own. I was supposed to have my brother's guitar, if he would be buying a new one, but unfortunately, it's not now. Pity the girl who only knew the basic chords on strings. At least I know a bit better on keys!



I learn basically from hearing, but since my hands are old and weary, the output doesn't really result into something amazing. So it's just the basic fingering for me (my middle and ring finger just won't follow). But it's really nice to sing and play every once in a while, during stressful days, whenever you just want to vent out something worth taking off your system.



I bought Benny because 1.) I want to relearn music, at least from what I remember years and years back then and 2.) Try to play my songs (which is the reason why I keep nagging my old pal who used to arrange songs for me). I can't arrange, I don't think I'll ever, but to just stay in the room and worship God all by your own, with music and all, it's just awesome.

Lately, my heavy hands have insulted Benny and one A key is starting to thud really loud. Which makes me very conscious about my next door human beings who deserve some peace and quiet.

Well, there. Here's Benny, and the really injured A chord which I still keep on playing. I wanted to put a sticker on the bad key, as prevention. Either I stop hitting that note or affix an "excuse me" warning by my window for my neighbor.