Dancing With Myself - Nouvelle Vague

It's perfectly alright to be single and not be very interested in changing that situation. I find I can't flirt nor can I function as required to during social meetups that are aimed slightly at making "special friends". I have never in my life pictured my dream wedding dress and still haven't, despite being asked 62 times already.

Can I get an AMEN from anyone out there who feels the same way? Leave it in the comment box.

But if there aren't any....I'm pretty used to sticking out like some sore thumb.

"What's satisfying is a song well-written."

- Adeline Chua

Apply - Glaser

Days when sympathy would not do

And empathy would be a curse

Am I made out of rock?

Of course, it's true.

Come, ask me again

I will fire like I always do

Point blank my

Answer will shut you

Up with no words left for filling up the silence.

Kind, kind, kind, kindness

Was never a fair match

For what is left

When dreams disturb

Because what's done cannot be undid

Acid Tongue - Jenny Lewis

Lit class has been a bit of a dampener. We chug along so fast that we lose the whole point of studying literature, and that's to look deeper.

Larkin's Aubade about the dawn bringing hope? Come ON. It's about the living day being as much of a horror as the night that brings to the fore fears of death!

Now I find that I have to will myself to listen, and that only ever happens in another class - Management and Organisational Theory.

But the piecing together of Midsummer Night's Dream is good; it's a chaotic mess right now. But it all feels right. When you don't mind the late nights and the cat fights, it's right. Alright, no cat fights, but certainly some good old 'polite' disagreements and 'subtle' clashes of personal...taste.

Dry Your Eyes - The Streets

There's a running joke that I can't get enough of things that "smell like cockroach".

But how could you not fall head over heels with old things? As long as they're not infested with any sort of fungus/mildew/lice?

My poor cousin from Penang had to endure the hot afternoon sun while I trooped along the Heritage Trail with my brother, snapping away (the camera, not the bro). We met a prostitute in one of the back alleys; washing underwear in her underwear. And dogs, why do I always have episodes with dogs??

Don't even get me started on the vintage shops there. KL, who think you retro-hip huh? Lahlahland? Wait till you meet the big boys here!

They have gramophones, random old photos, cheesy pop art comics, perfume bottles, jewelery, glasses. All enviable and all at some ridiculously high price! So save your iPhone even after it's yesteryear's news, kids like me in the future would thank you for it.

For more photos, click here.

Woman Like A Man - Damien Rice

Oh, men clothes please! They look so much better than cocktail dresses that require you to suck in your stomach. I'm known for wearing my PJ's to class. Ask any of my classmates. Ain't no boundaries, baby.

Lam: Why you look like just wake up like that one?
Me: [Does the victory bicep curl] YESHHHH! (Right on, again!)

All images from The Streethearts

I bought a pair of Camel leather boots (secondhand, of course). They are incredibly uncomfortable. I LOVE THEM! That, my friend, however, is a woman's reasoning.

Please Don't Touch - Polly Scattergood

One of my girlfriends had a revelation the other day.

A: You know, I can tell what kinda porn a guy would watch if he liked anyone of you.

B, C and Me: (What do you do in your free time?)

A: For B, guys who like you would dig exotic porn, you know, like Thai, Philipino... For C, your guy would like Korean and Japanese porn.

A: For Adeline, her guy would like...

[wait for it wait for it]



A: MUSIC!!!

Eruption of laughter. And I'm laughing too. In relief.

Here, watch some porn:

If you lift the covers, people almost always have their private stories. I met Robert Lam when the 3J's (Jon, Jospeh, Jaba) and I were recruited to become emcees for this Christian conference for international students last year. He was the one who trained us on how to introduce the speakers, how to politely interrupt them when their time slot was over, etc.

It just shocks me to find out a whole year later that this man was suffering from cancer. Cancer that had spread to his kidneys, lungs, stomach, bones and other organs when he was first diagnosed.

He passed away this morning after two years of battling the disease. He was kind and struck me as a very dignified person and although we were small fry emcees, he always referred to us individually by names.

I found out about it through this article in NST.

The whole of last year, 3 people I knew and loved passed away from cancer. A friend of mine, just a year older than me has been in ICU since Christmas, unable to breathe without aid. On Saturday another friend, another piece of bad news, and then today.

So please, if you have your health, it's a gift. Really.
Don't go intentionally messing it up.