January 25, 2007

• Strong Will.

  
  

  J sees me sitted down on the floor patiently waiting for our philosophy class to begin. I had headphones on and a book in hand that read “2 Years to a Million in Real Estate”. He gestures me to talk.

  
  

  J: “Is that a textbook reading, or is that just wishful thinking?”
  I took my headphones off, looked J in the eyes, and smiled softly.
  Secret_agent_nelle: “No, it’s a goal. Life goal.”

  
  

  I didn’t say it was a dream,
  because dreams are meant for people to chase.
  Goals, are meant to be achieved.

  
  

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  Busy Bee.

  
  

  Now, this is not nearly a cry for sympathy or pity. But rather, an explanation as to why my material has been lacking, or I haven’t been talking to you, commenting back, or replying to your emails. Victims: Djcaptainzowie, Irene, Aquapink, Greenadd1ct, and the rest that may feel rejected. (But please, I would still love to hear from you. Every email sends a tear to my tearduct, but because men have jaded me so, I don’t fucking cry anymore. But nonetheless, tear to the tearduct that doesn’t come out.)

  
  

  Secret_Agent_Nelle’s Daily To-Do List (in life)*

  
  

  - School. Two degrees at the same time. 150% course load.
  - Slaving work on the weekends
  - Volunteer at a inner city school on the weekends
  - Reading on the side. (I have finished 3 real estate books, in two weeks. Total page count: 650) On top of psychology, philosophy, social science, and educational readings WITH notes taken in each reading and leisure reading. SO WHO WANTS THOSE DAMN MAGAZINES NOW. Fiona, Stella?
  - As if 150% course load is not enough, I’ve decided to sit into an extra 5 hours of Accounting and Finance class in Schulich each week. Which… I am not enrolled in.
  - Research for my business partner.
  - Hustlin’ with my business partner to get everything right. So we can start rollin’ in cash.
  - Sleep.

  
  

  * This list does not take into account of the existing variables in life such as family problems, finanacial problems, writing long and mundane papers and assignments,  and road rage, all of which contributes a pinch of neurotic anxiety to my life.
  
  Now, as I was saying, that Rubik’s cube is still in it’s package — unopened. I just don’t have time for leisure anymore. My face crammed into books, that’s my leisure.

  
  

  “Don’t let nobody tell you what you can and cannot do.”
  

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