King of Destruction
I noticed an interesting poll on line “How many keyboards have you broken by spilling something into it?” last night, which typically reminds me of my glory history of being the King of Destruction.
I still remember my first Sony walkman my father sent to me after I went to high school. It looked dumb and huge. I have forgotten its exact model, the only thing I can remember is that it got great sound quality and strong broadcasting signals. I loved it so much and always had it in my schoolbag. But since it was not auto-reverse, I had to hold it in hand to listen to music or radio while I was riding a bike. I don’t know why I didn’t put it in the pocket then, guess I was just too lazy to take it out repeatedly. Because of this, I disfigured her by accidentally dropping it like eleven times in two years. I really did a great job! Now this old fashioned but firm and durable friend is in my drawer safe and sound. I am not using it anymore.
Afterwards, I went to college. My father bought me the second electronic staff in my life, a Panasonic walkman. This one was an auto-reverse cassette recorder. I did not need to bother to hold it in hand or put it in my pocket. I bought her a little cute bag and threw away the ugly original bag. I cherished it like my best friend, but accidents still went around. One afternoon, I was reading as listening to music in the classroom, but I somehow slumbered and slept with my dear friend staying beside my hands. All of a sudden, I was awakened by the bell (to dismiss class). Just at the moment I stood up and turned around, my beloved Panasonic walkman flew away from the desk and finally hit the wall in front of me, dead. I did not have it repaired because I don’t like it anymore. It stays quiet in my drawer now.
Then it’s my third electronic staff, a language repeater. It’s not some famous brand; I bought it to learn Japanese at that time. But it did not live too long either, the motor stopped itself after I used it for less than a month, and I don’t know what I did wrong. It’s just broken. Later on I bought myself another one. Luckily it is still working fine today.
In the following years, I have broken several earphones, cell phone batteries, several keyboards, one language translator and the loudspeaker of my HP PDA, etc. Besides, I have also broken over 10 pens, two cups, several mice, some shoes (I usually got them scraped the first several days after I bought them), the chair I am sitting on, and my necklace three times. So my boyfriend always warned me to stay at least three meters away from his computers when I was in his room. I understand he just wanted to protect them from his girl friend---- the King of Destruction. So, ha-ha, how many staff, and esp. electronic ones have you broken all of these years? I hope that one day you could uncrown me and become the new King. 