Retro Is New

Very long ago, I got a phone call from a little girl who asked me whether I wanna continue subscribing to Time magazine, which half the time talks about either American elections or the never ending war or problems at the Gulf. I never really read my Time mag unless I'm really bored or I've exhausted all my reading materials. I also had a year's subscription of National Geographic and Readers' Digest which I all hardly read. So I really spend a lot of money on nothing.

Anyway, back to the girl who called.

She must be some undergrad doing some 6 per hour telemarketing job who got really lucky with me. I was in a rush then and I agreed readily cos she sounded like a cute girl. I flirted a while with her on the phone with the usual, ' oh ic..', 'oh issit?', 'aiyoh, why like that?'. She told me a free jukebox comes along as a free gift.

The jukebox finally came to my house after a really long time and it is seated side by side with my DVD player.



I never had a hi-fi set and now I have a fucking jukebox. I kinda like it cos it's different. Different from other people. When I close all my lights in the living room with just the jukebox's neon lights on playing some Norah Jones or Jamie Cullum or Coldplay, it really gets me in the mood. Mood for relaxation, lying on my bed and slowly drifting into sleep.

I must be the only idiot using this jukebox to play my CDs.