A world without my Walkman is a sad, sad world.

16/7/2011; 3:45 pm.

It's been raining continuously for the past 4 hours. The weather is perfect for listening to 'The Smiths'.

Except my mum has taken away my Walkman. Such is my life.

The definition of soulmate, according to Urban Dictionary is:

"A person with whom you have an immediate connection the moment you meet -- a connection so strong that you are drawn to them in a way you have never experienced before. As this connection develops over time, you experience a love so deep, strong and complex, that you begin to doubt that you have ever truly loved anyone prior. Your soulmate understands and connects with you in every way and on every level, which brings a sense of peace, calmness and happiness when you are around them. And when you are not around them, you are all that much more aware of the harshness of life, and how bonding with another person in this way is the most significant and satisfying thing you will experience in your lifetime. You are also all that much aware of the beauty in life, because you have been given a great gift and will always be thankful."

 Going by this definition, my Walkman is my soulmate.
My Walkman understands me. Even when it's on shuffle mode, it ALWAYS picks the right song to play at the right time. Coldplay or The Smiths when i'm gloomy, Snow Patrol when i'm falling asleep, Led Zeppelin when i'm still awake at 2 in the morning, Mika or The Beatles when i'm happy...you get the idea.
I wouldn't know what to do with my life if my Walkman died.

(Personal opinion: Led Zeppelin and Pink Floyd sound THAT much better at 2am, when the rest of the world is fast asleep.)

One might wonder: "Why did your mum confiscate your Walkman anyway?"
Well, it so happened that I was travelling in the car with my mum. Out of habit, I stuck my earphones in my ears and started listening to "There is a light that never goes out", by The Smiths.  As usual, my mum started talking just as the song started. I hate it when that happens. As soon as you put your earphones on, the WHOLE bloody world suddenly wants to talk to you.
In retrospect, I should have nodded a bit more. Maybe i'd still have Walkie. (Yeah, lets refer to Walkman as "Walkie" now.)

It's for the better, I guess. (I'm being unusually optimistic all of a sudden. Weird.)
Without Walkie, I'll finish that Murakami novel I'm still reading. I'll start studying for that biology test on Monday. Maybe I'll stop shutting out the rest of the world with my music.

But for the moment I am going to be a whiny bitch and complain about the lack of The Smiths in this rainy weather. Because that's how I roll.