This is the last post of my Top 5 Lists series, and instead of giving you a lame list of… oh wait. This is also lame, so whatever. I’m going to talk about miscellaneous stuff that mean a lot to me. You know, material things. Things that make me realize that not being squatter-poor totally rocks!

#5: My digital camera – I’ve always been a big fan of taking pictures of myself, my friends, and the things around me. It’s only natural that the first “big” purchase I did with my own money was my Casio Exilim camera. It’s sleek and the picture quality is fantastic. It’s now a necessity for me to bring it to any trip or gathering. There’s nothing more nostalgic than looking at pictures of your drunk friends. Good times.

#4: My Playstation 2 – It’s the ultimate time killer. Got a long weekend ahead of you and you’ve got nothing to do? Fire up the PS2 and play some awesome games with kick-ass graphics. Got a hot friend coming over and you can’t think of topics for intelligent conversation? Turn on the Ps2 and watch a romantic comedy DVD. It’s a lifesaver.

#3: My phone – It’s a Nokia n80 (Internet Edition). I didn’t care much about phone features before. If I can send and receive text messages, and make and receive calls with it, it’s good enough for me. But in this 3G world we live in, Internet connectivity is almost a necessity. With my Nokia n80 (I have got to come up with a name for it), Internet connectivity’s not a problem. Also, I love the 3-megapixel cameras, both primary and secondary. Yay!

#2: My longboxes – The boxes themselves, I can live without. Their contents, however, are precious. They contain my comics. Yes. They’re my valuables. When Milenyo struck and the flood waters were already creeping into my room, we started to move my stuff to the second floor of our house. The first things I locked on to were the longboxes. They got saved first. Yeah, I saved it first before I saved my porn collection.

#1: Fucker – He’s a black RAV 4. He’s a party machine. He’s my pet. He’s my sidekick. He’s my inanimate best friend. I have been requested several times by my family to sell him to strangers, and I refused to do so each and every time. Although I know squat about car maintenance, I won’t let anything happen to my dear Fucker and they would have to drag my cold, fat, dead body away from Fucker’s driver’s seat before they can sell him to anyone.

There you go. 10 posts of top 5 lists. Let’s not do this again. Agreed? Agreed. Oh yeah, before I forget… Pacific Beach real estate.