The Materia-List

December 11th, 2007 by lynnylchan under My Life

Lifehacker linked to a page about beating your bad mood here. I only just wanna talk about one - counting your blessings. And because this is titled ‘The Materia-List‘, it’s going to be all objects, all the time.

My laptop

Can you imagine in 10 years’ time, telling our kids that “when I was your age, we didn’t have wireless Internet! No, we had to stay glued to our PCs and a phone line!” It’s a pretty radical concept when you think about it. It means I can read gossip blogs in class while my classmate checks her blog advertising.

My Nintendo DS Lite

Second only to my laptop, literally. It’s become my near-constant companion over the last 6 months. Previously it mostly sat in my drawer, coming out only when I wanted to feed my Nintendogs. Now it comes with me on the bus, to the library, and pretty much anywhere I expect a wait of more than 2 minutes. With a homebrew application, I can theoretically browse the Internet as well, but I seem to be having implementation problems on that aspect.

My vast cosmetics collection

I was just comparing with my sister, and I counted 8 eyeliners in my possession. EIGHT. That’s 4 for each eye. That is insane (or in the words of a certain person, that’s Sparta). Why am I thankful for it? Because, ironically, I don’t use it all that much.

On a side note, I quipped to my sister that a man marries one woman, but gets the wardrobe and dressing table of 6.

My beanbag

It’s a great backrest, is nice to cuddle, and is highly ergonomic. It’s also cheerfully red-and-white. It doesn’t do much, or indeed anything at all, but I am very proud to own it. It’s cool.

My bitch boots

The bitch boots are a staple if you want to add some edge to your alter-ego-du-jour. Mine are black leather with a pointy toe and a pointy heel. They don’t go very high - they hit around the mid-calf - but they are like Wonderbras for my legs. I have friends who wear stiletto pumps and call them the CFM shoes. Me, I’ll swear by my boots.

Maybe an Orlando Bloom lookalike will take off my boots seductively while we romp on a beach somewhere. Yeah, and while we’re at the magical wishing tree, I’d love to have Keira Knightley’s body as well, thanks. (Pirates 3 reference, btw.)

My t-shirt collection

I need to update my photo database of my shirts, having recently acquired some new ones since the last update in my sophomore (!) year. I love the versatility and aesthetics of the shirts, and I am greatly saddened that I shall probably not be able to wear them to work after I graduate. I let my shirts speak for me, because after all I am seen and not heard.

My comics collection

If a fire broke out and I couldn’t save my books in time, I’d cry my eyeballs out. 11 volumes of Lucifer plus 2 volumes of The Sandman and a few copies of Fables as well as Absolute Watchmen and Bone, all turned to ashes - you’d cry too. Especially since one volume, Taller Tales, is no longer in print. I found it by sheer luck in a shop I don’t usually patronize, so it’s not even replaceable as the others are.

This alone makes a pretty strong case for my refusal to ever smoke.

The list could go on and on until I’m done cataloguing my possessions. There are still the other gadgets like my camera and phone, and the novelty items such as my nodder, my Anfield sign and my MUSE poster that are significant because of what they say about me. But let’s restrict it to functional items for the time being, yah?