My style-deadness [don’t know if the grammar is right] has come to another level. Every time it comes, if I’m not sitting in front of TV to kill it, I might just sit, take Abbie’s mini keyboard [well … the size is not actually a mini, but it’s still small] and play it as my heart wishes. The notes may not come out as a beautiful harmonization, but somehow I don’t mind. I can’t play piano or keyboard anyway. There’s something kind of weird though. Even if the notes are not properly played, still … it makes me feel relaxed. I played silly tunes that I made it up myself, and I feel satisfied with it. Surely I can’t replay it again, since I already forget it. But it makes me able to do the next thing normally, and with a good sense. I once think that my fingers are appropriate for playing musical instruments, but until now, still I can’t play!!!