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The Beginning Of A Beautiful Friendship
In many books and movies I oftentimes come across stories where two people became best friends. Sometimes they clicked in a heartbeat, right after a conversation which have them discovered that they have same interests, traits, etc. Others started being enemies, sworn ones, even. Later on they found that they share a same enemy. As nature stated the law —the enemy of my enemy is my friend—, the two conspired. What first started as conspiracy grew to a brotherhood. Either way, they were inseperable ever since. If these stories were a fairy tales, and characters were a boy and a girl, the storyteller would say and they lived happily ever after.
I’m not sure I had the priviledge of having such a friend. I had been both in the heartbeat-click and mortal-enemies-first, but ‘inseperable’ never happens. I’m almost certain it is a myth, maybe even a hoax. After several years of having a new friend, I seem to be more occupied with new new friend, and less with old new friend. The pattern seems mutual. There used to be a small dot of guilt, but if such eternal friendship really is a myth, then I’ll be over the guilt shortly.
I’m not saying I don’t have any friends. I have some. Matter of fact, I have some disturbingly strange ones. Leg once kissed and hugged his beloved pc monitor hoping it would get magically fixed. Ndra kicked his pc to fix it, which worked every time. Don used to move a fan (which didn’t belong to him) room to room to cool only his leg. He never put it back and always successfully made the owner upset. Doy, color-blind, once decided to pursue a career in graphic design —a decision that threatened Leg and me. One day at three in the morning, Ndra, Doy, and I rush-drove Leg to a hospital for head injury he got from his Indiana Jones-jump-imitation-act (that was caffein kicking). If that’s not enough, meet Ten, sleeptalk literally every night. When he sleeptalks, he can accurately answer any philosophical theories you ask. Strange as they may be, these are cool people[1]. And they are great friends.
Ready Buddies
But these people are not exactly Circle K. As impossible as this sounds, wouldn’t it be great to have your own 24/7-ready-buddy? No one is such a thing, but something is such a thing. Actually, some things are such things.
When in high school I had this pencil I used for drawing. With it I made some amount of money. We rocked! Being my money machine, that pencil and I developed some sort of attachment (and I said this without pride). Some time around February 99 –which means we were ‘together’ for approximately seven years— I lost it. I asked around every single person at my campus. My fear must have been contagious because some of them started asking other people around for my pencil, too. Two weeks later someone called me and said she found it. I got it back…. and lost it again about a month later. That was the last of me and my pencil.
My moral point is that eternal relationship may have its chance. It’s just not in the way we originally thought. Some things are your potential-loyal friend. For male human species specifically, you can either choose a dog or and electronic gadget. I know my pick. I have my laptop —my precious, my friends called.
Since the first day of ‘my precious’, things have been great. I work more and faster, I write more and faster. Believe it or not, I even watch more movies, read more books. A month later, this little club has a new member, a-40-gig ipod. Whatever I do with ‘my precious’ my ipod tags along (I haven’t named my ipod, in case you ask). We are (excuse me, but I have to say this) inseperable.
The Absence Of My Buddy
A month ago my sister woke me up and said my laptop went blank on her. I restarted. Nothing happened. I panicked. I called hotline service and told them I’d be there in twenty minutes, and “Be prepared!” This was emergency. Panic, In the car talked more than any husband driving her pregnant wife to a hospital. The tech officers quick-dealt, but misfixed it, which disappointed me. I didn't say much, but I think my face spoke of how much ‘precious’ means to me clearlier because on my second comeback, they fixed it dedicatedly. They even gave me a ten-minute phone call to explain current situation. It’s almost as if they said, “Don’t worry, sir. Your wife is going to be just fine.” It stayed in its hospital for three weeks. I made visit three times.
The three weeks ‘my precious’ was absent I lost the fun of my routines. It felt different writing without it. I had almost seven pieces of articles, but finished none. A week ago, ‘precious’ came back alive and kicking. This is our first article.
In many books and movies I oftentimes come across stories where two people became best friends. Sometimes they clicked in a heartbeat, right after a conversation which have them discovered that they have same interests, traits, etc. Others started being enemies, sworn ones, even. Later on they found that they share a same enemy. As nature stated the law —the enemy of my enemy is my friend—, the two conspired. What first started as conspiracy grew to a brotherhood. Either way, they were inseperable ever since. If these stories were a fairy tales, and characters were a boy and a girl, the storyteller would say and they lived happily ever after.
I’m not sure I had the priviledge of having such a friend. I had been both in the heartbeat-click and mortal-enemies-first, but ‘inseperable’ never happens. I’m almost certain it is a myth, maybe even a hoax. After several years of having a new friend, I seem to be more occupied with new new friend, and less with old new friend. The pattern seems mutual. There used to be a small dot of guilt, but if such eternal friendship really is a myth, then I’ll be over the guilt shortly.
I’m not saying I don’t have any friends. I have some. Matter of fact, I have some disturbingly strange ones. Leg once kissed and hugged his beloved pc monitor hoping it would get magically fixed. Ndra kicked his pc to fix it, which worked every time. Don used to move a fan (which didn’t belong to him) room to room to cool only his leg. He never put it back and always successfully made the owner upset. Doy, color-blind, once decided to pursue a career in graphic design —a decision that threatened Leg and me. One day at three in the morning, Ndra, Doy, and I rush-drove Leg to a hospital for head injury he got from his Indiana Jones-jump-imitation-act (that was caffein kicking). If that’s not enough, meet Ten, sleeptalk literally every night. When he sleeptalks, he can accurately answer any philosophical theories you ask. Strange as they may be, these are cool people[1]. And they are great friends.
Ready Buddies
But these people are not exactly Circle K. As impossible as this sounds, wouldn’t it be great to have your own 24/7-ready-buddy? No one is such a thing, but something is such a thing. Actually, some things are such things.
When in high school I had this pencil I used for drawing. With it I made some amount of money. We rocked! Being my money machine, that pencil and I developed some sort of attachment (and I said this without pride). Some time around February 99 –which means we were ‘together’ for approximately seven years— I lost it. I asked around every single person at my campus. My fear must have been contagious because some of them started asking other people around for my pencil, too. Two weeks later someone called me and said she found it. I got it back…. and lost it again about a month later. That was the last of me and my pencil.
My moral point is that eternal relationship may have its chance. It’s just not in the way we originally thought. Some things are your potential-loyal friend. For male human species specifically, you can either choose a dog or and electronic gadget. I know my pick. I have my laptop —my precious, my friends called.
Since the first day of ‘my precious’, things have been great. I work more and faster, I write more and faster. Believe it or not, I even watch more movies, read more books. A month later, this little club has a new member, a-40-gig ipod. Whatever I do with ‘my precious’ my ipod tags along (I haven’t named my ipod, in case you ask). We are (excuse me, but I have to say this) inseperable.
The Absence Of My Buddy
A month ago my sister woke me up and said my laptop went blank on her. I restarted. Nothing happened. I panicked. I called hotline service and told them I’d be there in twenty minutes, and “Be prepared!” This was emergency. Panic, In the car talked more than any husband driving her pregnant wife to a hospital. The tech officers quick-dealt, but misfixed it, which disappointed me. I didn't say much, but I think my face spoke of how much ‘precious’ means to me clearlier because on my second comeback, they fixed it dedicatedly. They even gave me a ten-minute phone call to explain current situation. It’s almost as if they said, “Don’t worry, sir. Your wife is going to be just fine.” It stayed in its hospital for three weeks. I made visit three times.
The three weeks ‘my precious’ was absent I lost the fun of my routines. It felt different writing without it. I had almost seven pieces of articles, but finished none. A week ago, ‘precious’ came back alive and kicking. This is our first article.
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