With the

worthiest activity in my life over (referring to, inevitably, exams), the void that is the incredibly long hours of the day are now longing to be filled with useful employment. Remembering all the time I’ve spent during my dull hours of revision (blasphemy) thinking of What To Do During Summertime! I now feel incredibly foolish.

That being said however, I think there is one thing I have to learn to do during the coming two months of relative idleness – the enjoyment of doing nothing at all. I don’t remember how good this feels- probably because it doesn’t feel good at all.

This probably explains the influx of DVDs on my desk. In the five days I have watched:

1. Indiana Jones and something something Crystal Skull
2. Confessions of a Shopaholic
3. Hancock
4. He’s Just Not That Into You,

read books ranging from that related to politics to the Bible (obviously two topics which get along together really well), and have even gone as far as to playing on Guy’s DS Lite. I have my own label! It’s so awesome, it’s like a game with cute animals in it and like, they sing and like, dance and like, omg it’s like, totally the bestest game, like, in the whole world XD.

I swear I’m not crazy.

Oh yeah have I told you I watched seven GG episodes yesterday? And my eyes don’t hurt at all!

Unfortunately,

single girls such as, regrettably, myself, are much more inclined to wishful thinking, such as

1. This VDay, HK will not be a mass dome of smog.

2. Subsequently of 1., HK will improve its usual perfume of pollution.

3. Another cause for 2. is the massive willingness of men to buy flowers on VDay. And I mean enormous bouquets, not like, one flower.

4. Said flowers will be preserved for eternity and will not die the very next day awwwww.

5. People will not kill themselves because they got dumped

6. People will not kill their ex-girlfriends because “if I can’t have her no one else can!” (You have no idea how many pathetic desperate jerks there are in this cute, harmless little city of ours)

7. Love letters will not upset stomachs

8. Love letters will not fall on wrong hands (although this is actually a good thing for those of us who like to laugh at the unfortunately love stricken ones; aka masochists)

9. Burning old love letters as a elaborate celebration will not attract concerned neighbours mistaking the bonfire as a method to conjure the devil, or the investigative police suspecting arson.

10. People who are hideously underprivileged in terms of beauty and/or brains will still be loved by the ones they love.

But oh, the real world is cruel baby, and people who fall under 10. must indeed suffer. Believe me, I know. Flowers must die, ex lovers must be killed, and HK is destined to smell like a combination of sewage and CO2, amongst other things too explicit to be typed.

Nevertheless, just for the sake of doing something on VDay apart from being utterly lonesome, here’s something for those who are in love, unfortunately in love, out of love, or in a fulfillment of all three.

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Currently addicted to

several items of living:

1. Making my skin look great(er)/ less screwed up than it originally was. At this point I must insert a product endorsement: NEUTROGENA! Their facial masks are not as overpriced as the other ones sold at the drug store, plus they fit my (Asian-shaped) face perfectly. Plus they’re so cold they wake me up instantly.

Yes, I believe perfect skin is the only thing I need to make me seem less hideous to the opposite sex. Nothing to do with my arrogance/ incompetence/ spontaneous tantrums whatsoever.

2. Spontaneous tantrums. No idea why I find RAGE so fun. But seriously. Get angry once in a while, let it all out, and the sky seems more blue and the bird freer (citation needed).

3. Shoes shoes SHOES.

4. F. Scott Fitzgerald :) I love demented writers, whose characters remind me of people I used to know. In fact, his characters go to the same schools as the people they remind me of. Ohhh, maybe that’s why! Haha. Ha.

5. Stuffing my face. At this rate maybe I’ll still be able to grow, and not look like a midget every time I stand next to another subject of my species.

Making lists makes me happy :D.

Dear Baby,

I hope someday somebody wants to hold you for 20 minutes straight and that’s all they do. They don’t pull away. They don’t look at your face. They don’t try to kiss you. All they do is wrap you up in their arms and hold on tight, without an ounce of selfishness in it.

Resolutions!

1. In 2009, I will grow taller.
2. In 2009, I will become smarter.
3. In 2009, I will do whatever I need to get what I want.
4. In 2008, I have stopped thinking about jerks, and in 2009, I will continue not thinking about jerks.
5. In 2009, I will suck less at my language of choice.
6. In 2009, I will cook more, and not just dessert, but honest to goodness food which can fill people up.
7. In 2009, I will actively make friends.
8. In 2009, I will stop calling people I’ve met only once my friends.
9. In 2009, I will lose yet more weight.
10. In 2009, I will figure out who’s good for me and who’s not.
11. In 2009, I will figure out what’s good for me and what’s not.
12. In 2009, my room will be neater.
13. In 2009, the total on my bank statements will increase.
14. In 2009, I will not lie (unless the situation calls for it, of course).
15. Not falling in love any time soon.
16. Ilsa, I’m no good at being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.
17. Wilson: “Oh God, she’s 26.”
House: “But with the wisdom of a much younger woman.”
18. In 2009, I will fulfill my responsibilities as a considerate citizen and keep the money flowing by shopping more.
19. In 2009, I will try, or make an effort of some sort, to stop calling people “stupid” and “obese” (but that does not mean their are not either. Or both).
20. Despite the nostalgia which has managed to pile itself up, despite how abused the phrase “the good old days” is going to be, despite the fact that we go and go and go but we’re not getting anywhere, 2009 will be decidedly better than 2008, I promise.

Winter Wishlist

Pay special attention to how this is the Winter Wishlist rather than the Christmas Wishlist. Because Christmas is not the only thing which happens during December. There is also That Something Else.

And although Christmas and That Something Else obviously does not equate, they have become unfathomably mutually exclusive to my benefactors in recent years. I would just like to believe that this is entirely due to my pleasant image of being satisfied with life.

But one can never be too satisfied, right?

1.

I’m doing quite well living my non-diamond studded plain life, thank you very much. So I’m not asking for anything from Tiffany’s. That would be tacky/ stupid. Tiffany’s is just a symbol of beauty and perfection. And that’s what I really want. Beauty and perfection :).

2.

Great food every single bloody day! E.g. hotpot/ Italian/ any sort of amazing desserrrrtttt :D
Oh yes. I am addicted to food. Which is why I’m so fat.

3.

Dammit, HMV needs to understand this simple logic: financial crisis = loss of disposable income = decrease in purchasing power = excruciating need for decrease in price. Bogart and Bacall wait for meeeee. Oh and Charade. And Rear Window. And Silk Stockings. Uggghhh I will bring you all home VERY SOON.

Only three items, and my Christmas/ That Something Else is complete. How easy is that? I make/ will make SUCH a great daughter/ sister/ girlfriend.

Ohhhh the irony.

As a side note, my list can actually be summarized in three simple words, and equated to one simple vocabulary. Flattery + dinner + movie = date.

Gentlemen, take our your Moleskines and start reserving!