do you grow?" "I don't have enough space to grow fruit. I do gardening in the balcony of my apartment. I plan cactus but I also do ikebana ," he says and you can see he is a little bit disappointed. What the heck is ikebana . "Oh, you plan cactus. Did anyone ever get hurt because of it?" you regret this sentence as soon as you release it from your mouth. "No, I always be careful around it and make sure my guests take precaution around my cactus," he answer with a little bit anger. Unlike you, he could not hide his emotion well. But he try to be friendly with you again and ask you, "What about you? What is your hobby?" "I play guitar," you state your hobby as the president candidate gives victory speech in presidential election. "I don't listen to them," you say with a little bit feeling of insulted. That kind of music is for low intelligence listeners. "I play classical guitar." In your mind, there is a visual of John Lennon and Paul McCartney, your idols. "Classical guitar? You mean you play guitar which is very very old?" your friend looks innocent as he gives this stupid remark. You face palm. The friendship between both you stops right there. If you know something about accounting and gardening and your new friend knows something about programming and classical guitar, thing could turn out much better. You could be best friend. You could even have