THEY SHOULD BUILD TWO-STORY PARKING LOTS AT CSUB

School is a-ok. It's my second day at school cuz I onlu go Tuesdays and Thursdays the whole day. I'm taking my upper-division courses which mainly compose of a bunch of subjects that you don't really have to know but you are forced to know in order to graduate. Idk. I've been in college for almost 7 years now and I hope to graduate in a couple of years.So I got there early and I'd rather let my brother drop me off than drive because of the parking space!It took me 30 mins to get a pretty decent space allll the way at parking lot A and my class had already started.
blooody merde. My class had totally filled up so I had to go sit in the back while my Monica Lewinsky-look-alike professor ranted on and on about drugs, crime and the society. Smoking marijuana, I learned, wasn't illegal until stereotypes had to do somethinh about it.

Plus yeh, books are expensive unlike in Phil where i could get the book xeroxed
cuz it's a 3 unit subject and you don't really need books for that. My other theme class was fun.We get to watch movie clips and decipher whether the music was an underscore,source music or whatnot.I didn't know that Hitchcock's Psycho took place in Bakersfield circa the 1960's.

TTFN*

barbie, where did your brains go?

Lol. This is effin' hilarious. I remembered joining Miss Teen a couple of years back, and believe me this is the worst answer I've heard besides World Peace and Miss Congeniality's classic one liners. Hahaha

I am currently online searching for vintage crappolas. Kind of sick of conforming to fashion's trends and styles so I'll leave "ya'll" to refresh the video and try to get the meaning of what the lovely Miss S. Carolina is trying to say. TTFN :)

note to stalker: i know where you live

I haven't been sleeping for two days straight now because of that stupid energy drink which makes me feel jittery now instead of being hyper. Juju should seriously ban me from having more. Right, Ju? Also, I am currently making a new lay-out for this blog because I am getting sick of this Test layout. I mean, The devil wears juicy. WTF. How lame is that. Yes, I mock at my own creative inspiration. Now, it's back to the drawing board for this "supposed" fashion , lifestyle & me blog.

I have been quiet for so long now & I feel like I need to vent out, speak up and stand up for myself. Why, oh, why are there people you don't even know exist talk shit about you, like they know you. They stalk you on Myspace, Friendster, heck even YouTube for all I care to get shitloads of information they could use against you or just to talk crap about you. Man, I got a thousand profile views last month and I wasn't happy about it. Creeps the heck out of me. It just simply means, this person just wont stop. It's sad, really- more like pathetic. I mean, Mr. or Ms. stalker/loserface, what did I ever do to you that you hate me so much? I don't even look your way, heck, I forgot what you even looked like. Yes, I know you are reading this so please do not even think for one second that I talk about you and your pathetic little life. And as if these judgmental low-lifes have had enough, they have the decency to belittle other people and call them fugly. Come on, I may not know what you look like because of my STML, but the last time I checked you're no supermodel. How sad is that that an imbecilic moron such as yourself would judge people on beauty and good looks alone when you aren't so close to even being beautiful in the inside as well as the out. Hypocrisy is just written all over your face, honey.

So, please for the nth time, stop stalking me, my friends & my boyfriend.
Go plant a tree or dig a hole somewhere, or something.
Watch Maury and entertain yourself because my life isn't a spectator sport.

the brits have invaded new york

Blimey. The Kate Moss for Topshop collection have pieces on sale at Barneys New York. How very delightful. I totally love the Brit store ever since I was thirteen, when its sister shop, Miss Selfridge opened in the Middle east. I would always take my mum to go shop there, even if she insisted on taking me to uber-bland Marks & Spencer. Don't get me wrong, their hand creams are so much nicer than American-based Victoria's secret and I adore their chocolate-covered Digestive cookies. So yeah, they have Miss Selfridge a couple of years back and well, wouldn't you know, they opened a Topshop store in Manila as well! Before I left for the states, I've stocked up on a lot of Topshop basics. Too bad they haven't opened here-well, not yet but soon.

Back, to the Kate Moss for Topshop collection. She epitomizes the alternative fusion of the casual-meets-catwalk fashion. My goodness, she could wear a bra over her head and people would be raving about it the next day. Erm, maybe not. Her designs are practical- not too frilly, not quite girly, with a bit of rock n' roll (as influenced by her on and off boyfriend Pete Doherty, methinks). We could see a lot of groupie-inspired fashion in fall's runway. Think Alexander McQueen and the 'rebel without a cause take on his designs'. Oooh, and who could forget the talented Ms. Luella Bartley for her famous Luella for Target line. I wish I had gotten myself one of her cute, little, long-chained tin purses. That was barely a year ago. And the t-shirt trend I have been seeing reproduced everywhere is from the Henry Holland's House of Holland collection, with Agyness Deyn as his muse/collaboration partner. The vibrant and funky colors and outrageous sayings on the t-shirts (Flick yer beans for Agyness Deyn..err, huh?) are amusing, really.

Speaking of t-shirts, I have yet to finish Island Tribe's collection and I'm several shirts behind. I took time-off from designing to focus on my cute little Ava, who now babbles incessantly. Message me, if you would like to buy shirts or go here.

when niki gets mad

I am frustrated. Very. It is just the little things that he does which ticks me. I have explained for the nth time why he just really drives me crazy. And after a litany of explanations, he has the guts to ask why. Why? I'll tell you why, you imbecilic moron. You so do not get it. I am very easy to talk to, but if you piss me off, I'll go nuclear on your ass. I took all the patience I have to pinpoint his mistakes, or well, shortcomings so that he would be aware of those, but noooooo- he has the decency to bring up stuff that are wayyyy out of the topic. Gah, I feel like I am talking to a 2-year-old. You are soooo ruining my day/night. Bleh.

passive self-expression

why is he like that?
he rarely talks whenever we speak
& he almost never talks about anything-
plus he would rather not talk about "it" at all.
why, oh why am i like this?
it has been 3 days. three days.

mary poppins, minus the umbrella

jf0x says:
dude
NicoLeY says:
ano
jf0x says:
i just got diagnosed with "general anxiety"
jf0x says:
pucha pare
NicoLeY says:
baket
jf0x says:
i'm a few heartbeats away from being prescribed with prozac
NicoLeY says:
nipapansen mo lang ako kapag tinetherapize kita
NicoLeY says:
hahah
jf0x says:
i was feeling crap all week
jf0x says:
i have no idea
jf0x says:
but i feel like sht
jf0x says:
tired
jf0x says:
chest pains
jf0x says:
difficulty breathing
jf0x says:
man
jf0x says:
awww
jf0x says:
am i that twisted already?
NicoLeY says:
lol, nagddrugs ka ba?

I know. What an ungodly thing to say to a guy whom I have been giving mini-therapy sessions for what seem like ages now. Tinetherapize. Haha, is there such a word or did I just cleverly, spur-of-the-momently spit it out. It is funny though, how I try to create my own nikilingo or nikibabble, since sometimes I really do suck at speaking Tagalog so I make up new words as I go along. I'm sure Nyebs is going to be okay. For $50 dollars an hour to a total of $ 1500 per session, who wouldn't be?? Haha, I'm kidding Nyebs. I still think you look like Silas, the albino monk.

I am still getting used to this blogger by night, mommy by day routine. The idea of being a mum
still baffles me at times because everytime I would wake up in the morning, I feel like everything has been a dream. And then I'd literally slap myself awake and look beside me. Oh my, I have an adorable kid with big brown eyes, smiling at me. Charlotte wakes me up in the wee hours of the morning just so she could have her milky. Oh man, I've been getting used to babyspeak for three months now. From the choreographed monkey dances to the well-rehearsed lullabies,I am a one woman show. She has songs for whenever she gets her diaper changed, the poopie time song with a verse that goes, "Charlotte goes poopie time, let's change her diapie", to her bath time song, "Charlotte, Washy, washy". Who could forget her famous "No More Light" video on Youtube which my friend Lyka never gets tired of watching. Trust me, it could get addictive, like the Bloouh baby.

So yeah, that's me being domesticated. I mean I still do have free time for myself, I could always use a little R&R from time to time. That's why I hung out with my BFF Bea the whole day today. I missed her so she came over and we started googling our party dresses with the googleizer. We're throwing this huuuuge birthday bash for her twenty-first and we're both excited about it. Lol, if we couldn't work out the whole nursing career thing, we'll probably end up being party planners or whatever. It is fun to organize an event once in a while.

Time to hit the sack.
Like I would normally say after a burst of pent up emotion
and nonsensical rambling about my day-
TTFN- like the British would say.

Niki attempts to blog again.

At three in the morning, energy drink-induced feeling completely and utterly awake, ( not with the wide-eyed stare Charlotte usually gives me in the morning, I swear that kid has the biggest, googly eyes ever) I finally get back into blogging again, after a year-long hiatus. It's funny how blogging can suddenly turn into an addiction once you know people read your blog, even though it seems like you are talking to yourself and sounding like a complete imbecile. I was actually amusing myself catching up with some celebrity gossip, snooping around celebrity blogs, bloggers and whatnot. Hay, the drama of hollywood & at the height of drama still, these people can manage to look gorgeous from head to toe. Talk about Paris Hilton and her unruly extensions.

I lot has happened the whole year I was on blogger AWOL. I was a workaholic at one point, a tanorexic emo-kid wannabe, a shopaholic splurging on purses and shoes, an on-the-go event coordinator (black&white, anyone?) & the unexpected job of all which I did not regret and am still learning a few tricks of the trade- being a mommy. It can be hectic at times, from the up-all-night marathons to the accidental spit-ups. Ava, charlotte-ing, noelley, or whatever we call her, she's three months old today. And I am just loving every second of this mommy job.

As far as this blog is concerned, I'll still be here, chronologically writing random thoughts, muses and writings for everyone to take pleasure on reading. Be sure to check updates, pictures and more of Charlotte's videos. Cheerio