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Book date

While loitering around Borders last week, I stumbled into the alphabet G-H shelves and overheard two people—a young woman and a young man—having a conversation about books. They appear to be on a romantic date. My voyuer side couldn’t help but eavesdrop, and follow them when they proceeded to move out to the Young Adults section. There were little physical contact, but they were so at ease with their discussion about the difference between Benjamin Button-the book and Benjamin Button-the film and later about vampire-lore and the cretinous book that is Twilight.

I figured, WOW! Isn’t it wonderful to have someone you can easily talk about books with without emphasising on pop culture? To talk merely about the books and not the Hollywood rendition of what exquisite literature should be like! I continue to seek a legit book date for many years now. Where is my fairy tale?

Privacy

It irks me when I browse through my Facebook and come across status comments of old secondary school friends giving relationship advices to one another. It is such a public space for free counselling, and a bigger part of me wants to barf. And then I have to slap my face twice to remind myself that I’m not sixteen, and these people are not lovesick puppies they once were and that I never was (am). This shit is serious business. Facebook is advice giving for the lazy; face-to-face is passé. Counsellors are obsolete. Privacy no longer exists. We are the generation of TMI, and we like it… until rumours about us from typed/tone misunderstandings began to circulate outside the realm of the Interwebz and leeches onto us physically.

Thank you, Internet/Facebook. You truly are a star.

Hey, ladies who wears make-up!

You have a layer of animal fats on your face! :D