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Puay Chai. Sri Kuala Lumpur. Methodist College Kuala Lumpur. Presbyterian Ladies College. Parsons University. RMIT.

Final Year Uni

Journals. Arts. Films. Socialising. Wine. Exhibitions.Travel Travel Travel. Paint.

Geek Love by Katherine Dunn. Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. Malice by Danielle Steel. Immortality by Milan Kundera.

Powder. Dancer In The Dark. Hotel Rwanda. Crash. Eternal Sunshine. Saving Face.

Junior Boys. Goldfrapp. Esthero. Nouvelle Vague. Feist. Telepopmusik. Weekend Players. KT Tunstall. Maria Mena. Freezepop. Frou Frou (aka Imogen Heap). Bent. Zero7. Grand National. Snow Patrol. Portishead. Hooverphonic. Bjork. Sia. Kings Of Convenience. Kosheen. Mum. Mellow. Mogwai. Morcheeba. Mylo. Nuspirit Helsinki. The Postal Service. Royksopp. Stephane Pompougnac. Stereophonics. Faithless. Alex Gopher. Mandalay. Diplo. Everything But The Girl (Remixes). Abraham. Placebo. Airlock. Elbow. Tosca. Mekon. RJD2. Four Tet. Erlend Oye. Dntel. Les Nubiennes

Will & Grace, SITC, 3rd Rock

Capricorn

I like to say I'm defective. But that's just because if I don't joke about it, I start to get depressed.

People frustrate me when taking words for granted and misusing them. The difference between a slut and a bitch is that a bitch is not a doormat with a five-dollar note under it. I am the better half. Im the culprit who leaves her gum under the table.

Don't label people. They already label themselves. I'm dependently independent. Im a living oxy moron. I'm like everyone - trying to be my own person. Trying so hard I sometimes lose myself.

I think witty people are sexy. Pretentious people are ugly. I admire people who have high self esteem - but feel a need to protect the ones who dont. Dont ever ask me where I wanna go and what I wanna do - doesnt work. Many have tried and failed. They call me fickle but Id like to think Im spontaneous.

Im extremely shy around new people. Strangers dont believe it and my friends take a piss out of it. Alcohol is my social lubricant. BUT im not an alcoholic. I know my limit. I'm in denial.

I manage to muster up a facade of total oblivian when I walk down the street or drink at a bar - but in reality, Im too observant for my own good. HATE when people stare!

In general, Anyone who would be kind enough to entertain

my sense of humor

my drinking habits

my random shopping spurts

my crying antics

my cooking

my need for at least 5 hugs a day

my ability to sift out sexual connotations

my public display of comical antics (which I have been told can be really embarassing for others around me)

my indecisions and my constant strife with self-improvement.

people i DONT want to meet:

racists, gossip weavers, sexists, snobs, mind-readers and nymphos.