Writer’s Block

I now know why I can’t write.
It’s because my boyfriend is on xanga.
Otherwise, this blog would be a totally different genre.
Instead of me typing in emo-poetic-verses, 
with content that isn’t even poetic to begin with,
it would probably equate to a ”Nelle-Gone-Wild” blog.
I’m just saying.
Actually, I retract that.
It would somewhat be like Bridget Jones’s Diary.
It would still have that tad-bit of class to it.

This blog is desperate for some mind-renovation.

That is all.

edit: I need a new alias fast.

Everyone is hung up on TOTGA, damn.
Life is funny like that.

It is a vicious cycle of unrequited love.

F.Y.I: TOTGA = “The One That Got Away”

I have the bestest friends in the whole wide world.

Jason and Janice : )

The things they do for me…

At the end of the day,
the heart wants what it wants.
But I’m stronger than that,
I will not let it wreck reality.

Sometimes, the heart doesn’t know better.

Focus on reality.

You can’t be hung up on something that’s not going to happen.
You have to hold on to the next best thing.

Drink a Little, Smoke a Little, Feel Alright.

Sad Day

Why are people so sad today?

Retrived from my lovely facebook.

Life of a Banker ^#1002
V-DAY Spectacular.

Don’t mind the name, it’s just to capture your attention since everyone out there is drinking haterade today and hating on vday whether they are single OR NOT. I on the other hand, am attached……. to a man that lives very very far away, where the Giants are stiiiill celebrating their victorious superbowl; so that means I get no steak or the naughty tonight.

Instead, I will be spending my Vday with the clients at the bank. Fun.

I wonder, if I would be able to play on people’s “lovey-dovey” emotion today and get them to sign up for more product and services. You can’t say no to a VISA when you’re in love. Must seize the opportunity under the wonderous name of love.

How are you spending your VDAY?

Me Time.

As we grow older, time seems to be such a sacred yet scarce luxury. Never seems to be enough of it in the day, and it is always going to be something that money can’t buy. This “me-time” thing is like the new craze for me. With new job (along comes new stress to keep up), school, and business, “me-time” is what it’s all about. I have to have my “me-time” every day to channel all my frustration, or else my productivity goes down the drain. (Yes, thanks for applauding to the healthy new me that knows the concept of “balance”).

But what I’ve realized is that I get really really upset and overly, and i mean, overly exaggerated-ly frustrated when people barge their way through into my life and take away some of my me-time. Like, I would get a headache, I would mumble curses under my breath, and constantly feel like I’m on a panic if I don’t get back to my me-time. Even a small favour asked when I am in my ‘me-time’ would render me possibly picking up a voodoo doll of you and potentially poke things at it. (Now now, a joke is a jo….ke…. *shifty eyes*)

I don’t know, I never used to feel that way. It was kind of like, I always had a way to manage time and stress no matter what time of the day it is. But now, it seems like ‘me-time’ has become such a guilty indulgence that I rely on it just a little bit too much?

So where is the balance really? Give myself ‘me-time’ and rely on it to stay sane, or rely on nothing and try to stay sane, when I know I will eventually burn out? Suggestions?

edit: here’s a suggestion, stay the hell out of my ‘me-time’.

If you’re wondering, the GIANTS won.

Now, now, I must attend to the list of guys that I need to go fetch my apologies from because none of them believed in a Giants victory.

I’m laughing in joy, while they’re crying cause Tom Brady wasn’t up to par today.

Eli, Muuuuuuuuuuuah.

Burress and Tyree, thanks for catching the ball.

I honestly didn’t think the Giants were going to win after the Patriots made the touchdown with 2:30 on the clock, 14-10. A punt wouldn’t save, so that only means a full blown touchdown to take it home. 0:36 left, the Giants miraculously gets a touchdown with Burress catching at the corner end. With 0:29 on the clock and three timeouts for the Pats left, the Pats fights on. But the 1st and 2nd were incomplete. Giants take it home with 17-14.

Intense game, innntteeeense game.

Ladies, football really isn’t such an incomprehensible game. It’s pretty good once you start watching it a few times. The Superbowl is probably something I need to go watch live one of these days.