The following is a transcript of an SMS conversation that happened on a dark and stormy Friday evening not too long ago.

Laydiefa: Jam teruk giler..
Me: I'm also caught in one at PJ. Sigh. Layan lalak ajelah.
Laydiefa: No wonder it hasn't stopped raining.. haihh
Me: Dah memang hujan, layan aje la.
Laydiefa: Yeah.. it made me cancel my plan to nokia starlight cinema tonight. Thank you Mr Redzuan! Thank yousss! :-P
Me: Aniiiiii.. angkat kain jemuraaaaaaan, hujan dah turuunnnnn...
Laydiefa: Wahahahaha.. so when its gonna be 'jemuran dah turunnnnn'?
Me: Bila kita sampai rumah.
Laydiefa: Which for me, could mean another 15 minutes.. look at the sky. Macam nak hujan lagi lebat. What kind of song are you singing ni?
Me: Oh Carol
Laydiefa: Fine. I'm committing suicide. :))

So, not only do the music I play are ear bleeding, they're suicide inducing as well. I'm seriously considering starting a cult. No teapots involved. Crackpots and pinheads may apply.