smile like you mean it

so many beautiful songs in my laptop. unfortunately, the USB cable is nowhere to be found. hence, i need to trudge my lazy bum to harvey norman tomorrow to get one. another addition to my to-do list for tomorrow. boo hoo. this cannot be happening. maybe it's a sign. that i should stop putting songs into my mp3 player. no. my mp3 is my life. it's a worthwhile investment that my parents and i did not regret (i bugged them for a day and got it.) and i have been ever faithful to it. yes, despite iPod and Creative coming up with nicer designs and bigger spaces, i'm still loyal to my 1 1/2 year old pink Creative MuVo Slim mp3 player and it's perfect because this way, i do not have to lug a discman, batteries and cds with the risk i might scratch (or worse, lose) my precious cds, especially my franz ferdinand albums. so to my mp3, you're the greatest!


dear likes this line in the editor's 'fingers in the factories'- smile for once, for a moment, it makes us happy. he says i don't smile enough because happy girl is no longer here with us. ok dear. and he's so sweet to accompany me while i watched videos of the drew carey green screen show until i felt sleepy. such a lovely friend i have. my buddy, my partner-in-crime, my ever-willing listening ear. it's not what you think. we aren't a couple. we're just very close with each other. so stop saying that i've got a boyfriend.


i've been left to ponder about my own ancestry. because i don't really know what ancestry i have. yes, even though it says i'm malay in my identification card, i am, by right, a javanese, not by race, but by blood. both my parents' roots come from Java. i don't know about my dad's side but my mom told me that there were inter-racial marriages in her ancestry. but i'm not sure what. that can explain my non-Malay, non-Javanese facial and skin features. random thought that happened while i spent 10 minutes in the loo.


you're the night, the dirty night, that keeps us going