Handphone

So 21 months had passed since I last changed my cell phone. Maybe changed isn’t such a good word. It’s more like since someone FUCKING stole my phone. Along with my whole bag and wallet. And when I was showering in the public after a swim, leaving me with my trunks and a towel. But that’s another story for another day. I don’t think anyone would be interested in how I ran around the pool in my trunks looking for the bag stealer.

I have been eyeing that Sony Eriksson W900 thingy with the 3.2 mega pixel cybershot camera with the walkman function. It’s not out yet though. Frankly, the most interesting function of the phone is the MP3 function. I am a sucker for phones that can broadcast MP3 loudly. I am sure most of you people who take public transport often would have encountered bastards who keep on playing their shitty songs over and over again, loudly. I wouldn’t say I despise them. It’s more of a case of the green eyed monster. But God bless them when I get my own dance music broadcasting machine. All their friggin music will of course be drown out by the beats of my eurobeat, eurodance and trance. No more Jolin, no more Jay chou, no more Indian music that I can’t understand.

Actually, I do have a second method that can stop those buggers from playing their music loudly. It’s pretty risky, and somewhat connected to my last post. The secret is to….

Sing along to everything that they are playing.

Seriously, whenever they play some S.H.E or some other crap song, please don’t just sing it. Massacre it! Make sure the song is sung so badly that no one can stand you. It’s even much more fun when you don’t know the lyrics. Better yet, even if you have never heard this song in your entire life! That shouldn’t deter you at all. Who knows, maybe some producer happens to be in the same bus and signs you for an album?




Now this post is pretty much pointless. I am only writing this coz I don’t feel like sleeping.