Helpful Reminders.

If I could suggest a xangan to publish a book, it would have to  be Spygirlny. What? You haven’t heard or read any of her entries yet? Oh you’re missing out. (Yeah, I’ve read her whole blog…a few times).

She stopped writing though. Well, on spygirlny’s account anyway. Now she’s doing alot of cooking and eating apparently. But I miss the good ol’ Spygirlny. Something about the anecdotes that she uses to put relationship into perspective that makes it sound so, mmm, correct every single time. Like this one:

“The most important thing in any scenario is to be honest with yourself, identify and assess your own priorities.  Ask yourself, “I know my mate is not going to be perfect.  He is not going to possess everything that I’ve ever dreamt of in a man.  What are his must-have qualities/credentials?  On the other hand, which qualities/credentials could I live without?”  Wisely, Irene figured out that it was more important for her to have a man who made her smile than a cheater who could give her a 3.5 carat. 

While it’s good to set goals and strive for the best, but know that:  if you want everything, you could end up with nothing. “

Wise words?

I know, I know. Some of you guys think that this girl made your relationship career a living hell, by having your girlfriend(s) constantly annoy you about the sweet things that happened to Spygirlny, and why they’re not getting the Spygirlny treatment too. But really, maybe you’re just not that type of guy to live up to that standard? Ouch.

From time to time, I go back to some of Spygirlny’s older entries to dig up some anecdotes, that perhaps may help my current dilemmas in life. They’re just little helpful reminders that I enjoy reading. And perhaps you’ll find them to be helpful as well. Cheers.

I hate school.

I mean, I am “Happy Studying”..!!

I am trying my best to stay positive, can’t you see?
We all have Happy-Studying days, now don’t we…
(forced smile)

Christmas Presents

Xangans, I feel that I really have to be the moralistic one here for just a second. Wait, phone is ringing for the millionth time…(picks up phone, comes back), God I hate telemarketers. Anyway, so back to what I was saying, I feel that I need to send this message out before everyone goes crazy with their credit cards and purchase decisions, because I already feel the materialism in everyone:

It’s not about the price tag of the present,
but more of, what comes from the heart.

I am guilty of such though. I am known to give out kick-ass presents regardless of how expensive the present is, however, I just hate to always have the thought that “if it’s expensive, it has to be good.”

To be quite honest, I don’t expect anything for Christmas. It’s always better that way. You give and you teach yourself not to expect, and suddenly things feel a bit joyous, and you’re hardly ever dissapointed.

I know Christmas is still far away, but to me, Christmas is all about family and friends AND the tree. I had a wonderful Christmas last year, and my memories weren’t created in presents, — but with people.

So I just hope that this year, it will be the same.

Just remember to give from the heart.

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Sorry for the very choppy thoughts up there, I’m just rushing for work, and the worst part is, I don’t really want to go to work. I’m nice and warm in the comfort of my room, but now is time for some slave labour…

Let Me Dream Forever.

In response to Meunonomo’s recent post, I sorta feel the same way as her, but in reverse. I sleep too much, and it affects my level of productivity. Waking up is the hardest part of my day. Keeping awake is the second. I set my cell phone alarm, knowing that it will 100% ring at the time that I set: “6:00 am”. Okay, I even factored in half an hour of snooze. So that I can snooze for half and wake up at 6:30am, so it wouldn’t be so bad. But it never ends up this way, maybe the bed is just too comfortable, but I snooze — for the next two hours. I don’t know what it is, but it bothers me. Bi-polar? Narcolepsy? Sleeping Disease? Too much sugar? I’m turning into Sleeping Beauty? I don’t know.

Or maybe, truly, I just don’t want to wake up and face reality. There are days when you don’t want to deal with anything on your plate.

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Toronto, embrace the snoooow!

Sometimes, I hate girls too…

… guys, I really feel for you. Sometimes, we girls whine about everything. Like cravings for cheesecakes and what not. And how she wants those uggs, but can’t seem to afford it. Or how other girls are so annoying. We just have endlesss things to whine about.

ESPECIALLY, this one girl in my Research Methods class. Every single time I walk into class, I hear her voice, describing some kind of academic crisis in her life. Like seriously, I thought once or twice, fine — it’s probably that time of month again, but for the past frikken four months, she’s been going onnn and onnnnn. Really, we’re all students too. It’s not like we’re not going through the same thing. Complaining and whining at 8:30 in the morning should be a crime, I tell ya.

Every single time she opens her month, it’s all about her. I’ve never heard or seen her in a two-way conversation with anybody. The other person is always just sitting there listening to her. (They’re probably looking at her boobs or something, she does sort of dress scandalously for a 8:30am class).

The most interesting conversation she had was on the first day of school, where she pursuaded every one that she actually “has a butt”.

“No girls, I belly dance. I have an ass. No really — I, have, an, ass.”

(Secret agent nelle rolled her eyes so hard, that they might have fallen out of her eye sockets had she rolled any harder).

Sigh, what a character.
Perhaps, JUST perhaps, she may be a nice girl if I got to know her… (shifty eyes)

Rabbit for Dinner.

Mmmmm, what’s that smell? Smells like chicken.
No, that’s just Maddy. She’s about to be eaten…

 Maddy’s my bunny. My cutie-patootie. My cupcake. My princess. I love her. But she loves chewing on cables even more…

She totally chewed up and pulverized the cable for the electrical massage chair. I don’t know how expensive that chair is, but when my dad bought it home, it smelled expensive. And you guessed it, that chair is my dad’s sweeeeet little baby.

Does anybody know how to rewire cables such as this one?

First of all, it’s not Maddy’s fault. SOMEBODY let her out without my consent. It has to be mom. AND didn’t bother putting her back before she left for work. Which means Maddy was let out for 3 hours worth of damage. CHYEAH, that is what 3 hours of unsupervised Maddy activity would accomplish!

Dad doesn’t know yet. I vacuumed everything. And hid those cables underneath the chair. I hope he doesn’t get a bad back soon. OH GAWD, he’s so old. OF COURSE, he’s going to use that chair sometime soon, what the hell am I thinking. But once somebody plugs that chair in an outlet and receives a mild shock, and realizes that it doesn’t work — My ass will be beaten.

Speaking of electrical shocks, this is what a bunny looks like when it gets electrical shocked. Pretty fluffy. When I found her at the scene of the crime, she had a trail of hair dangling behind her.

This is my plan. I’m going to bring her to school today. And leave her somewhere. I don’t know where, but somewhere. Kind of like those bad moms that leave their babies on the streets in hope that somebody caring would take them home. Yeah, like that.

I just don’t think Maddy should die in the hands of my dad.

Aw, You Shouldn’t Have.

Thank you, Djcaptainzowie!

That’s very sweet of you to have mailed me all these cool stuff. Totally unexpected! But unfortunately, the CD case cracked, BUT the CD is still in good condition! : )

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!
It was a good surprise.

Oprah, you’ve done it again.

I just spent a ridiculous amount on Oprah’s Magazine subscription. When I saw that 24 issues only cost $24, I just couldn’t contain myself. Filled up the subscription as fast as I could, as if there was a drought of O Magazines. Then, there was the “Pay extra $5 to get a special offer” button. “Oprah will never rip me off!”, I said to myself excitedly. So I checked that box too. Then at the final stage of the sub, I clicked on the “Place Order” button, and TA-DA! A smack in the face with the Oprah bill.

How did it come up to $85.00 CAD?

“Sales tax will be charged where applicable. Non-US subscribers will be charged an additional US$22.00 for O, The Oprah Magazine and US$8.00 for O at Home per term for shipping. “

WHAT? I didn’t see that.

Gawd, I am such a sucker for her.

I’m Such A Bitch.

I don’t mean to be such a bitch, but when I don’t get what I want — like cheesecakes and chips — I get reaaaallly upset. Mom called me around 6pm to ask me whether I wanted something to eat, and I said: “Chips, ice cream, and cheesecake. That’s all, no dinner. Just that.” She laughed and PROMISED that she will bring some back. It’s 10:19pm and she’s back. Empty handed.

What do you think Secret Agent Nelle would do in this situation?

That’s right, bitch about it. So that the whole house knows that I am verrry upset and that nobody should talk to me or I’ll bitch at them too for talking to me.

Her excuse? It’s Sunday, the grocery stores are closed. Trust me, if you are willing to evvveeeen pay 1 dollar more and get it at convenient store prices, YOU CAN GET CHIPS AT 3AM ON CHRISTMAS DAY for god sakes.

Gawd. I’m pissed. I just want some cheesecake.
And go ahead, emotionally attack me. Tell me I’m a real bitch. I don’t care.

P.S Oh and some of you are probably asking: “Why didn’t you go out and get it yourself you lazy ass?”
a) I don’t have a car
b) everything is not in walking distance
c) buses run every hour and no bus shelter and it’s cold!!!

Need I say more?

Sweet November(?)

No, not really. November is like hell month. It’s like the “bitter” before the sweetness of December. Anyway, got tons and tons of projects, essays, and tests to be done. If I go a little psycho, don’t say I didn’t warn you.

I’m serious, I can feel a breakdown creeping up around the corner.

Does anybody know a drug that will enable me to go long hours without sleeping, but at the same time, not have any repercussions such as insanity?

Redbull doesn’t count. I had 750ml of it and it gave me an acid reflux.