One has to be happy for friends when they find just the right person; like my dj-ing, trumpet-playing old-school ska-reggae design-buff pal (although he has plenty of soul, he's still very much a nerdcore white boy--note the Vespa and hornrimmed glasses). He's landed a Malaysian pianist whose day job is to record TV jingles. Her name? Auria.

Now that's the right kind of girl.