Funny

“Funny-lah kau ni. Kau tak rasa rugi ke?”

“Rugi? Sebab apa?” I asked her back. She was crossing her hands; her right palm was glued around her Nokia, tight. Dangly phone accessories were left hanging like a ponytail out of her hand. It was very typical; the scenario of her holding the overly decorated cell phone everywhere she goes. Anybody who had been with her for a minimum 30 minutes would notice how impossible for this lass to live without the technology wrapped on her fingers 24/7.

The Wonder Girls performing "Nobody"

“I want nobody, nobody but you! I want nobody, nobody but you!”

I was waiting for her point for asking me about the state of being regretful to something when she glanced at her newly received text message. She red every word and replied them fast. How did I knew it was a text message? Her Korean message alert tone, of course. The famous song from the Wonder Girls entitled “Nobody”. The song had been let to administer her SMS function since, I don't know, ages?

“Tu,” she finally said, her finger pointed out to the only book on my hands after she finished. “Kau memang minat benda-benda macam tu ek?”

“Owh... Ni ke?” I retorted, showing to her the front cover of the RM19.50 book. She nodded and laughed cynically.

“Babe, kau ni macam dah tak ada life. Belilah fashion mags ke, love novels ke...”

I raised one eyebrow; just a cliché expression I made whenever I don't feel like entertaining something too much. She was not the first to say so. There were some others who had pretty much said the same thing, too. Some who knew I have a huge crush on these kind of reading materials. The one they often referred to as "weird readings" for a person of my age.

Yadda, yadda, yadda.

“I want nobody, nobody but you! I want nobody, nobody but you!”

“Jap,” she warned while she red the text message again. This time she replied a longer text. Right before she gets to send the message, the Korean song filled the air again before it replayed, alerting on the two messages she received. Lucky we were in the MPH book store, not a library. The volume of the tone would sure storm a librarian right away. She giggled at the presence of her messages before she replied them excitedly. Her face was expressing as if she had won herself a BMW.

The hell I'm going to wait for these things to over.

I put aside the book and took the one next to it, put it on top of the first book and slowly grabbed them both to the counter. She followed. I stole a look at her and she was still happily texting. Boy, she was really gay. You should see her face. Even I lost interest in SMS-ing two years ago when Facebook became phenomenal. Anyways, was she aware that her annoying message alert tone is no longer on any radio charts? When she was done with her business, I re-started our conversation.

“Funny-lah kau ni. Kau tak rasa rugi ke?”

She frowned.