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.

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?

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 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:

• Winter coat I wanted for quite a while, and I love it even more now considering who got it for me (from Steven ♥)
• Various lovely bouquets and a stunning violet orchid (from Steven & family ♥)
• Swarovski apple charm, which I attached to my crystal bracelet (from Mom ♥)
• Money (from Daddy ♥)
• Swarovski doggy figurine, now sitting happily on my piano (from Mrs. Woo ♥)

Yeah, I like Swarovski.

CAN’T WAIT FOR BOXING DAY TOMORROW!