Yesterday, I went to Vanessa’s house to celebrate her birthday with a bunch of people from JCC. Woonie chipped in with me to get a pair of Wicked earphones with iron crosses on them. To be honest, when I saw the earphones, the first person that came to my mind wasn’t Vanessa but Aaron, but well, Vanessa likes iron crosses too, so it’d fit =) I was actually considering some other earphones too..but the lady told me that among the earphones I have expressed interest in, the Wicked has the best base. That sealed the decision haha.
Food at Vanessa’s was good, so was the cake, albeit the rather curious combination of pandan and cheese. We played rounds of shithead, which was so fun that I cannot believe that I actually forgot how to play the game at first.
The most meaningful moment of the day for me though, though not really the highlight, was when people started playing the piano.
Honestly, whatever I write here may be taken the wrong way, but I don’t really care. There are several reasons for this:
- The people whose interpretation of this might matter are not going to read this entry…in fact, they won’t bother to read my blog most of the time.
- Most people don’t even know about this blog yet. If this blog ever becomes more well-known among my friends, this entry would have been buried within the archives by then.
- People misinterpreting this does not change how I feel. And the fact that I raised this three points should be enough to deter people from making those misinterpretations.
But back to the piano playing, it brought me nolstagia. You know how people always say that they feel nolstagic when they go back to visit the school or some place from their memories? I didn’t need to be at the place, the setting was perfect.
The size of the space in which the piano occupied, next to the staircase, was about the size of the piano practice room outside the MEP room. The place where I first started my habit of listening to friends playing. Actually, when Raphael started playing, especially with the many mistakes, it really felt like we were back in school. I was in the same corner of the practice room. Sitting on the floor. In the same position. Except he wasn’t playing the same set of songs. And that his “significant other” broke me off from my chain of thoughts suddenly by asking whether I’m emo-ing. That kinda broke the magical moment for me.
I can’t say that I am not resentful at all at the past for being what it is – the past. I still remember the days when we would be studying in the classroom then Raphael would ask if I wanna go to the practice room to listen to him play the piano. Actually, thinking back a lil’ further, I can still remember going all the way to Roger’s classroom during his break just to ask him to go play the piano.
If I try hard enough, I can vaguely remember the feeling of listening to Eugene playing even. But that would be really long ago. Even the friendship’s gone since. In Junior College, time passes really fast. Two years is really equivalent to four.
How would all of our relationships be like five years from now? Just how many leaves would have wilted from the tree?
