let lemons be angry

I just can't stop singing "Let it Snow", after hearing Anything Goes perform it the jamaican way. Perhaps the Christmas spirit is affecting me after all. I've got half my presents bought, although one present in every three ends up being mine. The last couple of days have been true holiday days, the kind i fantasized about while looking bored in KC's class. Perhaps Love with sharon (good cinematography, laughable too-smug universal korean man, nice opening lines at least), Balcony with sheeeeeeeila, surprising snow leopard print, earrings order and sale, and my new vision for my label. Tomorrow will be a very very busy day, what with branch-collecting to make a winter Garden of Eden for the camp, and half the materials not bought yet. I'm steeped in problems and question marks, but i love being busy. And results are out, and i think i did better than i thought i would. I'll make an early new year's resolution: to cut on the slop next semester.

And for the fun of it, here's my ultimate Christmas wishlist:

-a minivan please
-a video camera
-Adobe Premiere Pro, and i don't mean the eight ringgit kind
-that shop space at stanford house
-Baylene to hold my jewelry
-two nights in Bintan with all my girls
-one hundred huge black-red roses in full bloom
-a new place somewhere central
-a band
-let's be cheesy and say "all the people i love to be here with me", because i do mean it
-a personal seamstress to sew up everything i can't
-instant Toffee Nut Latte, because it only comes once a year at starbucks
-a $5000 ez-link card (unless you prefer to get me the minivan)
-sheets of pvc and faux leather
-a dressmaker's mannequin
-Vogue and Glamour subscriptions
-KL to transform completely and be the sweetest little heart ever
-to be able to do lemon meringue pie perfectly
-that Topman jacket

i'll bounce, bounce to you
as inappropriate as it will be
i like to leave you embarrassed
and completely proud to be with me