reflections
Sashiburi-da mihoko nakamoto san
Once upon a time.....there was an old dusty black baby-grand piano, stationed in the dark, warm and moist corner of a hall in anderson junior college. Its clients included members of both genders, and a striking difference there was, to the TYPE of music played. There is a difference between a pianist, and a musician. Let me illustrate. That piano, accompanied the emo-days of boys, friends of mine, and my own emo days as well, we poured our emotions and soul into the strings and wooden creaky keys, and what came out was the beatiful thing called music. In contrast, the females, played for practice, with large complicated score sheets placed in front, they banged randomly at keys and hog it while we sit in a neat row talking and comforting each other, now those are pianists. The baby-grand piano honestly is in bad shape, it was badly out of tune, broken strings loose keys and etc. We always try our best to fix it with whatever tool with have and use pieces of paper to stop spoilt strings but the DUMB girls(only refering to afew of them not all) always remove them, thinking they are rubbish, irritating.
Each time we played, we had an audience, mostly the same group of j1 girls, it didn't matter whether they were there or not, we just played. There was a particular octave on the keyboard that was alittle more out of tune than other octaves, i personally call it the forbbiddened octave. So one day we were playing and someone pressed really hard and the string of the g-key broke. He shouted : " OH SHEIT I BROKE MY G-STRING".
We never saw the group of girls again......
I dare say, the Japan trip was the best trip ive ever had. Putting aside recency effect, compared to previous trips, i would visit only japan again. Im nt gna list the things we did, pictures are in facebook btw. One of the funniest thing was talking to my jap friend on the phone, we couldn't speak each other's language well so it was just "how are you", "have you eaten" etc etc. hilarious. Skii-ing was the best, night skiing to be exact, light snow-fall while i did. I removed the goggles and enjoyed the view from the mountain top, the hotel city lights seen as tiny bright spots from that height, and like snow flakes landing on the slope in front. I took a deep breath, and pushed myself off, ZOOM.....CRASH!!!! ouch....
Now that i have no homework, assignments etc, i gotta keep up fitness for NS. Dad signed me up to Safra gym and now im going almost everyday. and advise to everyone : don't go to california fitness, there are way tooo many gays there...big muscular ones who just go there to check other men out, FREAKY.
Im short on inspiration to blog, and thus will end here.
Lame comment of the day : If gays go to gym, where do men go?
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