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First story: I remember everything.....not
Yesterday, to avoid the forgetting-something routine, I made a what-item-to-bring list before actually going. For approximately five minutes, I experienced a glimpse of pride and glory for it was the first time I was 100% sure nothing is left behind. I swear I heard in my ears Ode To Joy, and I heard them loud. For someone as forgetful as I am[1], this achievement is considered revolutionary and deserves infinite rewards.
Stupidly as I usually am, I got my car keys in the proper place (plugged in the ignition hole), in the proper condition (car is locked), but with me in the terribly wrong place —outside the car. So much for the pride and glory. Ode To Joy was, I swear, paused. I heard nothing but silence. Instead of leaving an item or two accidentally, I had to leave all of them in purpose with great sadness.
Second story: My precious
As I arrived, the fact that I brought with me no bags struck hard the whole crowd. People constantly asked where’s your bag with a face —a face of amazement and disbelief that I was actually capable of leaving home without my gadgets[2].
One of them asked: where’s ‘my precious?’. Some of the rest then, as instant response, mimicked that words Gollum-like (complete with the throat thing). I found out that’s what they named my laptop. I insisted it was ‘Lala’[3]. Their counter arguments are acceptable, though. I had been wishing to have this laptop since 2001, the first day it was issued. Since then I browsed every website talking about it. I copy-pasted all pictures. I studied its strengths and weaknesses. I evaluated its price-performance. I can accurately recite its specifications, performance, price comparison, sales number even. I was practically the greatest asset for these manufatures for I know more than any retailers.
Almost everyone I know knows that I do not just want this laptop, but desired it. For three birthdays, I publicly announced that the greatest gift a friend could ever give me is that very laptop. It was sad to find that I have no such friend. I suspected price factor had something to with it. After a three-year evaluation, I decided to buy it.
It is true that I drool –did, still do, probably will always do— over Lala as Gollum did his ring. It is completely true that parting from it is greatly painful, as was when Gollum lost its ring. Probably also true that if someone takes it away from me, with all the strengh I have, I will puch, kick, even bite.
I gues it is My Precious. Good bye Lala.
Yesterday, to avoid the forgetting-something routine, I made a what-item-to-bring list before actually going. For approximately five minutes, I experienced a glimpse of pride and glory for it was the first time I was 100% sure nothing is left behind. I swear I heard in my ears Ode To Joy, and I heard them loud. For someone as forgetful as I am[1], this achievement is considered revolutionary and deserves infinite rewards.
Stupidly as I usually am, I got my car keys in the proper place (plugged in the ignition hole), in the proper condition (car is locked), but with me in the terribly wrong place —outside the car. So much for the pride and glory. Ode To Joy was, I swear, paused. I heard nothing but silence. Instead of leaving an item or two accidentally, I had to leave all of them in purpose with great sadness.
Second story: My precious
As I arrived, the fact that I brought with me no bags struck hard the whole crowd. People constantly asked where’s your bag with a face —a face of amazement and disbelief that I was actually capable of leaving home without my gadgets[2].
One of them asked: where’s ‘my precious?’. Some of the rest then, as instant response, mimicked that words Gollum-like (complete with the throat thing). I found out that’s what they named my laptop. I insisted it was ‘Lala’[3]. Their counter arguments are acceptable, though. I had been wishing to have this laptop since 2001, the first day it was issued. Since then I browsed every website talking about it. I copy-pasted all pictures. I studied its strengths and weaknesses. I evaluated its price-performance. I can accurately recite its specifications, performance, price comparison, sales number even. I was practically the greatest asset for these manufatures for I know more than any retailers.
Almost everyone I know knows that I do not just want this laptop, but desired it. For three birthdays, I publicly announced that the greatest gift a friend could ever give me is that very laptop. It was sad to find that I have no such friend. I suspected price factor had something to with it. After a three-year evaluation, I decided to buy it.
It is true that I drool –did, still do, probably will always do— over Lala as Gollum did his ring. It is completely true that parting from it is greatly painful, as was when Gollum lost its ring. Probably also true that if someone takes it away from me, with all the strengh I have, I will puch, kick, even bite.
I gues it is My Precious. Good bye Lala.
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[1] Believe me, sesame street’s forgetful jones is not even the half of me.
[2] That day, I succeeded a number of times giving them back their equilibrium state when I said I didn’t leave them, I forgot them. If I were to be blessed with the ability to read minds, I know I will hear them think oh you forgot, that’s so you in various sentences and laughters.
[3] I always have a thing for the word Lala. I named my all temporary files and folders Lala. Lala for me, is the word smurf for the Smurfs. I have such imaginative-curious-and-creative friends speculating where that Lala idea came from.
[1] Believe me, sesame street’s forgetful jones is not even the half of me.
[2] That day, I succeeded a number of times giving them back their equilibrium state when I said I didn’t leave them, I forgot them. If I were to be blessed with the ability to read minds, I know I will hear them think oh you forgot, that’s so you in various sentences and laughters.
[3] I always have a thing for the word Lala. I named my all temporary files and folders Lala. Lala for me, is the word smurf for the Smurfs. I have such imaginative-curious-and-creative friends speculating where that Lala idea came from.
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