Coming home..

When i was studying in dublin, i was a bit of a music geek..i used to hang around in the music room a lot..
and it was a really cool music room..it had a guitar, bass and a complete drum set..the best thing about it was that it was soundproof so you can jamm anytime you feel like.. the story is that i didn't have an electric guitar back then but i had a lot of tiny gadgets to hook on to the amps to make the sound heavier..of all these gadgets, the best one was an orange distortion pedal..that was a cool effect..
anyways, when i came back to m'sia, i couldn't find that distortion pedal..i didn't know if i misplaced it or if someone 'borrowed' it from the music room..this was around the time which i became less of a jamming freak so i didn't pursue to finding my distortion pedal too much..now, to be honest i wouldn't have even remembered that i had one in the first place..
the story is, one of the doctors in my hospital suddenly approached me in the operating theater the other day..he was my junior in college..i've never spoken to this guy and i only know he's my junior cause he wears a white coat with my college emblem on it..anyways, the first thing he asked me if i played guitar..and i was partially shocked..so i just played along.. apparently, somehow, miraculously, he found my distortion pedal 2 years after i left ireland..he only realized it was mine after nearly 2 years of working in the same hospital as me..he said he was looking at that thing when he was playing guitar then only noticed a small sticker with my name on it..he said he'd give it a shot and ask me..
it was a nice surprise to get my distortion pedal back..

moral of the story - labelling works..

p/s: what can you label today? ehehe..

- chordwrecker -