To whom it may concern:
I am writing this letter on behalf of everyone who might understand and wish for the same things. Enumerated below are things — some simple, some complicated, some costly, some free, but all priceless — that in the midst of the holiday frenzy, we’ve forgotten we had on our mental wishlist. It is a compilation of gifts we want for Christmas, but recognizing the short notice, we’re open to receiving them any day of the coming year.
A salon with mani/pedi services at our airports. If you’ve been reading YStyle this year, you’d know that we think nail polish is just as important as lipstick. An outfit is not complete without it. In a single year, thousands of busy women rush to the airport feeling incomplete and unprepared for their trips, all because they didn’t have time to book a mani and pedi. Trust us, it’s a legitimate concern. From handing over our passports to immigration officers to having to take off our shoes at the X-ray lane — our nails are always put in the spotlight. And perhaps, judged. For women everywhere, consider this.
An MRT we’d actually want to ride. In movies, so many beautiful moments happen on trains. Commuters are comfortable enough to get on them in fashionable clothes without fear that their studded It bags might get caught in someone’s skirt. In movies, trains and trainstations are always picture perfect — they are not “old,†they are “landmarks†not “crowded,†but “preferred.†We would gladly stop contributing to the hellish traffic situation if we had a railway system that was clean, reliable, and had cars that arrived every two minutes. It also wouldn’t hurt if the interiors were Instagram-worthy.
One bills payment center to accept them all. One unglamorous aspect of adulthood comes once every month, when we have to line up to pay our bills. This wouldn’t be so bad if we only had to queue in one place and not have to schedule trips to different banks to pay for our credit cards. Or if automated payment machines didn’t accept only perfectly smooth, undented brand new bills. Revolutionize the business of bills payment, build us a center we would like to hang out at before handing over our cash.
For the iPhone’s battery to just make it through the day. Dear Apple, thank you for always making sure that the iPhone’s screen always has crisp resolution, that the camera is top-notch (though we wish the front camera were, too), that the body of the phone is sleek and slim, that Siri is so damn smart. One would think that, in the process of improving all these, it would’ve crossed your mind to also make the battery suck a little less. An iPhone is no use to us dead — and those rechargeable portable batteries are eyesores. Love, we who love you unconditionally and will buy the next model anyway.
For eye cream to work. Considering this is a product for the eyes, it’s really hard to see the effects of eye cream. We know the drill — use it early on, before you even start seeing wrinkles. But some of us didn’t think this was necessary because for the first 30 years of our lives, the skin under our eyes was baby smooth. And then one morning we saw lines, lines that seem to multiply by the day. We go through tubs and jars and vials of the stuff, but has anyone actually seen them work? First, Santa. Then, unicorns. Now, this? Our hearts are broken.
For auto-tagging on Facebook to just stop. I was recently auto-tagged in a photo from another lifetime, wherein I was with a group of friends — wearing a horrendous yellow tank top and clinging to an ex. I asked the person who posted the photo to untag me, but apparently auto-tagging cannot be undone. Dear Facebook, do you need to add to the many things in life that cannot be undone, like a yellow tank top? We like to maintain our online brand integrities, thank you.
For Bonifacio Global City to name their streets using words. A majority of the population is bad with numbers. A majority of this majority is terrible at directions. It’s like they don’t want us to find Vask, ever. So we resort to relaying directions using landmarks like “turn right on the intersection where St. Luke’s is,†or “along the street of IHop,†or we just throw in the towel and say, “Let’s just meet at Fully Booked. There, problem solved.†No one remembers numbers — it’s difficult to assign memory triggers to, say, 32. What’s wrong with the usual Obrero, Araro and Santan?
Our favorite men, shipped to us as “Santas†à la Rare Exports. Okay, this is a stretch. But…pretty please? Here is a list of our preferred cargo: Gosling, Hiddleston, Cumberbatch, Gordon-Levitt, Hunnam, Dornan, Casablancas — do you wish us to go on? Just put up a website with as many options possible and watch us add-to-cart. Hope you accept payment via PayPal and deliver to countries outside the US. Bubblewrap will also be much appreciated.