Money For Foolish Reasons.

I spent twenty dollars on greeting cards today. They weren’t just ordinary ones, they were even better than Hallmark cards. Hand made, with deep meaningful messages in all of them. For once, there were so many of them that I couldn’t possibly choose which one I wanted the most. Usually with Hallmark cards, there would be at least one thing that is wrong with each card. Too boring, ugly card, too sexual, close to funny — but not really. If you tried to shop for Hallmark cards this past Christmas, you would know what I mean.

Funny, because I have nobody to give these cards to. I just liked their messages inside. Although, I would like to think that I will give them out to the deserving person in the future, I’m just waiting for them to come around.

I also spent eleven dollars on a Rubiks cube today. Inspired by the movie “Pursuit of Happyness”, I will therefore, master that cube. What’s the world record time for solving a Rubik’s cube? 10 seconds was it? We’ll see about that.

I need a (hybrid) car.

Did any of you Torontonians commute to school/walk to school/walk to bus stop/walk home today? If you did, you would sympathize with me when I say: It’s fucking cold outside! It’s one of those days where you wish you had your mits and your actual winter jacket; and not a fall one. But how can you blame us? The weather has been beautiful lately.

It’s been ten whole minutes since I came inside from the cold and my ears are still on the verge of developing frostbites. Those CHANEL earmuffs would really come in handy right about now.

Oh, hybrid because I’m a greenpeace activist. What can I say…

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No More Fries Supreme.

I had an epipany today in the midst of eating my fries supreme. I felt the surge of confidence, a revelation of truth — the next steps I was going to take in life.

Okay, basically, I just felt damn sure about my new year resolutions. Let’s review them, shall we:

- No more fries supremes. That shit is nasty. After that horrible one-hour heart burn I got from eating a sausage mcmuffin yesterday, I need to start taking better care of my body. My body so DOES NOT deserve fast food. I remember telling myself on the bus today, while sipping on my Mountain Dew: “This will be the last fries supreme”, and I nodded in vow.

- No more hedonism. It’s one thing to believe in that ideology, and it’s one thing to act upon it — all the time. Life shouldn’t be just about the pleasure principle, because then it would just be one big plateau. I need to work harder, faster, more efficiently in everything that I do. No more pleasure principle — unless it means that I get pleasure out of working hard, and in which I do.

- I am going to master the kitchen. First, we’ll start with baking…

- I can see that the swearing-free thing ain’t working for me. Is it that devestating when I curse?

“Fuck!”
(people starts gasping)
“what?” 
“Secret_agent_nelle, you’re too cute to curse.”
“What the fuck? When did I get too cute?”

Look Closely.

Commitment.
Loyalty.
Strong Will.
Everything.

New Chapter.

Here is another year, here is another new chapter to my life. I’m excited for the unexpected, the ups and the downs, the rewards and the punishments.

I wouldn’t trade anything in the world, no house parties, no clubs, for a night out with the city. A city of people, a muster of strangers come together. Thousands of people, thousands of lives, thousands of resolutions and goals, thousands of paths, but remaining is a reunion of one city. It’s a reminder of how things will go back to normal the next day, but for that split moment — we were all there together for one sole reason, one goal: we were dancing and rejoicing because we are happy to be living in our accomplishments and learnings in times of failure. And so we danced like nobody is watching…

Happy New Year.