I HATE BUTTFUGLY!
He’s a low-life who relies on brute force and sheer weight to play dirty. He also has no sportsmanlike qualities at all; he jeers at the other team, hits opposing players in the face even though they play cleanly, and interferes with the opposing goalie’s performance. Not to mention he looks like an oversized Yorkshire terrier (see below). I hope the Sharks shoot a puck in his eye. (more…)
Sometimes, I am my own worst enemy.
When you meet someone and say, “Hi, my name is Cindy,” and she replies, “Hi, my name is Miracle,” what exactly do you say?
Possible options:
“Is your dad named Jesus?”
“Is your last name Whip?”
“Can I interest you in visiting an SPCA shelter?”
“Can you make this chair levitate right now?”
Seriously, people. If you had to go to a new country and choose a new name, of course Miracle would be the first one to come to mind. It’s almost as good as the ones in the Miss Vancouver pageant: Carat, Pacifica … etc. What’s next, Precious?
What is my utopia? I Googled the web for a journal prompt, and this was the question that I got.
My utopia would be a place where I could live exclusively with my boyfriend, with our families just down the street, in a cozy, serene house or apartment big enough to accommodate our needs as well as comfortably furnished, with perhaps a nice 70″ TV and maybe a sonorous surround system. Ideally, neither of us would have to work, but each would have a steady income, and we would spend our days sampling fruit tarts, green tea parfaits, Japanese chocolates and candy drops, and go shopping everyday at every mall and street in Vancouver, then return to our happy home and recline in each others’ arms on the sofa to watch TV or DVD’s together till the lights dim for bedtime. We would frequently meet up with parents and other family to have a round of golf or badminton, or some late Saturday morning dim sum, and round off our weekends with plays in theatres, movies, and dinner parties in winter, and kayaking, amusement parks, and stargazing in summer.
My utopia would have the typical requirements: world peace, zero crime rates, an endless abundance of natural resources, no earthquakes (or other natural disasters), and human-controllable weather. The most significant things that people must worry about would be what to wear to the next work event, or whether to switch to a Mac or stay with PC’s, or how to cook fish for dinner. In the midst of this comfortable, carefree world, my boyfriend and I would live in our own little microcosm, surrounded by a furry lining of family and friends.
The part about not working and still having a steady income is great, isn’t it? I suppose that’s the most unrealistic part about my utopia, since everything else is achievable—that is, until I get to the “world peace” part. But hey, I tried.
I had the best Christmas of my life! Needless to say, it was spent with my boyfriend and family.
I hunted all over for the best Christmas present for him. I went out shopping for a gift several times, but could find nothing that seemed worthy. In the end I got him two gifts: first, a gift basket full of exquisite Japanese chocolate, candy, and snacks, and wrapped in clear wrapping paper, with gorgeous blue and gold ribbons (see below). Second, an iPod Touch.
Notable gifts:
Yeah, I like Swarovski.
CAN’T WAIT FOR BOXING DAY TOMORROW!