ENFP.... “What is an ENFP?” Some of you may ask scratching your heads. “Is it a small mythical animal that came from a book written by J.R.R. Tolkien?” A tiny minority may ask. If you asked yourself this question, you probably have some ENFP in you. MBTI (Myers Briggs Type Indicator) has sixteen categories from which personality types belong to. The ENFP just happens to be one of them.
Instead of going into the theoretical ideas and concepts behind pop-psychology, the best way to describe an ENFP is probably this: it’s a small, cute little animal that is extremely cute and fluffy that may become extremely dangerous if provoked (although this doesn’t happen very often AT ALL). They love people and are generally very quirky (which is what makes them so much fun). I just happen to be slotted into this category of pop-psychology goodness.

Tim Turner, one of my best mates, who has also been tainted with the same curse as I have, decided that the two of us needed to catch up. After a month or so of being stuck in bed with a virus, a little birdie inside your brain tells you that it is time to escape the confines of your room so you don’t start suffering from cabin fever.
We decided that on this particular day we would go to Sydney and search for a grand-piano that was supposedly located in a French hotel. In the morning, Tim met me at my house and we went to Coles to grab some snack food for the train – consisting of fruit that we got from the fruit shop. Once we got to Sydney, we went exploring for more food and found ourselves randomly walking through some interesting Asian places.
Once we were finished browsing for food, we walked down to Darling Harbor and sat at the docks. While we were enjoying our time chatting, exchanging intelligent witticisms and eating fruit, a song started to blare out from a floating stage in the middle of the harbor. It was “White Flag” (Dido) and it appeared as though sound technicians were working on equipment for Australia Day celebrations that were to occur in a couple days time. The sounds engulfed the entire area, echoing from each building.

QUOTE:
Justin: “It’s quite loud, isn’t it Tim!?”
Tim: “It’s so loud I can’t hear you think!”

After 15 minutes of the exact same song, Tim and I started to make remarks about how we should mutiny the sound technicians and play some of our own music. I laughed at the prospect and took my guitar out of its case; yes, I just happened to bring it along with me. Then it occurred to me, since my girlfriend was not actually with us to enjoy the fun, I would make her feel like she was with us by recording a documentary of our day. So I took out my Nokia N8 and started to record.
We clowned around a bit and then went into a mall at Darling Harbor. After exploring what the mall had to offer we went to a store and I ended up purchasing a couple gifts for my girlfriend (and yes, we did document the ordeal as well).
Then we decided that we had to start our mission and track down the grand piano. So the first place we decided to check was the Meriton and the Novotel which were both in the same approximate vicinity. Tim interrogated the Chinese gate-keeper and asked whether either of them contained a grand piano. He directed us to the Novotel.
When Tim and I entered the Novotel, we asked the gentleman at the Bell Desk whether their hotel had a grand piano. Much to our displeasure, the Novotel had no such device, so we exited the building. As we exited the building, I looked back at the man, and he seemed to be talking on the phone and looking at us rather suspiciously.
The Meriton was the next best spot to go to, so that was our next destination. At the Meriton, they did not produce a piano either, but they gave us the address and phone number of another hotel a few blocks away that they said had a grand piano. So our mission objective update was to find the hotel located at “14 Carrington Street Sydney.”
We ended up finding ourselves in Star City Casino, asking the bouncer for a piano. The bouncer took us very casually, and was about to give us a grand piano to play with, until we came to the realization that we needed some kind of security pass. So that idea went out the window..
We walked around Sydney more and took more pointless shots of the scene. We crossed over the Darling Harbor Bridge and started to venture toward Carrington Street. Once we finally got there, Tim and I decided to continue to be goofy and record random things such as walking through revolving doors – only to catch most of it on Camera to send to Sara (my gorgeous girlfriend).

QUOTE:
Tim: “Look at that revolving Door! It’s massive....”
Justin: *walks through revolving door with Camera*
Tim: “Thus Sarah... Sara... (I’ll get it right one day)... You know what it feels like to go through a revolving door.”
Justin: “The revolting door?”
Tim: “The revolting door. Now is it revolting door, or revolving door? I can’t remember.”
Justin: “I dunno but for Sydney, it’s probably both.”

After walking through another revolving door and having the general public believe that both Tim and I were nut cases, we finally found 14 Carrington Street Sydney, and we were fairly pleased.
“I don’t know that this is the place they were talking about,” said Tim Turner.
“You don’t think this is the place they were talking about?” I asked.
*zooms in with camera*
“It has a grand piano... Should I go in and play it?”
Tim stared at the piano as though he were deciding the fate of a clown who has been convicted of horrendous crimes and been processed for capital punishment.
Finally, after much thinking we went inside and went to the bar that was not far from the piano. The hotel lobby was nicely furnished with gold finishing’s and marble flooring. Seeing the piano there was love at first sight and we were both very happy at the find. The lady at the bar took a long time to get through the different people in management. After about fifteen minutes of deliberation, the hotel on Carrington Street took a leap of faith and decided that they would let us play.
I took to the piano first and played a couple songs. It was the first time I had played a keyboard instrument in about 2 months. The piano was very delicate and the tone was very warm. Tim also had a go at playing the piano. To finish off, Tim played a lullaby. And of course - only Tim would get away with playing a lullaby in a fancy hotel.

After playing for about half an hour, Tim and I figured that it was time to go back and catch the train back home to Morisset Station.

QUOTE:
Tim: “Ummm... I’m really worried.. I don’t know.... We’re in the middle of Sydney, and I can’t figure out where the nearest bus stop is.. I don’t know where it is, and I am really worried.”
Justin: *Moves Camera 90 degrees to the right* *A line up of buses are present*
Tim: *insert goofy laugh here*

On the way home we shot more footage for Sara. By the end of the day, we had totalled around an hours worth of footage.

Doing random things such as this seem to be the way that we tend to catch up, just doing random things completely out of the blue. The life of a cute little fluffy