A Friday’s Worth Of Piano, Wall, Subway & Friends
Went to 1Utama on Friday for an outing with some friends. Funny enough, Roland was having its exhibition in 1U. And funny enough, Esther, Jessica and Japth were murdering time… I mean killing time.. hmm… too morbid. Ok let’s try again.
FRIDAY! 1U! ESTHER, JESSICA, JAPTH! ROLAND EXHIBITION!… then I appeared. Well, actually not really Japth, he was in guitar heaven section. I just browsed around with Est and Jess. Saw a smaller version of the digital piano in percussion piano. Decided to have a little fun. Maybe earn a little cash from people passing by. So I sat down and played some simple contemporary stuff. Trying to explain to Est and Jess that simple stuff can be really cool.
Then came this guy, all dressed up, looking very musician-ish, wanting to past me a flyer. And I thought it was a promoter wanting to convince me to buy the piano. To my surprise he handed me the flyer for Roland Piano Competition and ask me to join. I smiled and said thanks. Cause I was still in the midst of trying to explain something to Est and Jess, erm.. I’ll call them JEst, the abbr. of abbreviation.
And the guy came back again a short while later! He came back to remind me that the competition only allows classical pieces. I was even more surprised. So I nodded and said thanks again. After which he asked if I would join, I replied no. And then he said,:
“Awww, what a waste…”
Erm…. I was a bit shocked by the whole thing. So I didn’t know that this was actually a very flattering situation. A guitarist with keyboard abilities of a sardine, was invited to a prestigious Roland Classical Piano Competition. Didn’t quite sink in, and I’m still a little incredulous. I only began to understand the implications of that situation when SOMEONE said, “…usually when I try out a piano, they’ll come and ask if I would like to sign up for lessons…haha…” She laughed at herself; interesting.
Anyway.. the highlight of the exhibition were these two little beauties:
Well, next came wall climbing. To all the internet addicts out there, wall climbing is not an euphemism for reading people’s facebook wall posts. Anyway, too much happened there. I suppose in a nutshell, I’ve learnt that Esther can be trusted as a belayer; Japth is an awesomely good wall climber; and some of Japth’s friends go by the name of Daniel, Hannah, Danny and Andrew; all of which think SOMEONE is gay. I’m a serial heterosexual, so that SOMEONE is not me. Keep guessing. Oh and I also learnt that belayer is a great word for puns.
Next came Subway. I know, you envy me. Haha… besides the food there were also friends. Interesting friends. Friends who were good listeners. Friends who were on the verge of committing murder, then decided on suicide then was too overwhelmed so they let the new friend continue talking.
Then the group split, and my shoelace got stuck at the escalator, and my safe situation escalated to crisis situation (haha.. pun). By which I am thankful to God for the Stewed Duck Soup pillar from which I sought refuge from further shame. Although, some faithful friends began looking for me by shouting my name.
A few packets of guitar strings, loosing a bet at Vincci’s (I predicted correctly the event, just not the person involved), a nice long walk, observing SOMEONE try very hard to write her own name at an optical shop, watching SOMEONE write her name with a shaking hand that could barely hold the pen because of wall climbing, another long walk, a few jokes and a goodbye; were some of the other things I did on Friday.
I know this has a lot of inside jokes. For the uninformed, take this as an escapade into randomness and as a lesson about how life is just filled with obscured lunacy and chaos.
