why I absolutely love Glee

1. Duh..it's about the glee club. As most of my friends know, I love to sing. I'm passionate about music in general. Only some, however, know that I was a member of my high school's glee club. Ever since I graduated high school, I've been missing the club and the girls. I miss singing with the other members. I miss going home late because of rehearsals. And yes, I sometimes miss the times Kuya Jay would scream at us and told us that we sounded like shit.

2. The show is slowly highlighting the other cast members--like for episode 9 it was more about Artie and Kurt. It ain't about Rachel and Finn as much as in the previous episodes.

3. I love the fact that Kurt's dad is pretty open to him being gay. What's great about Glee is that it shows different issues in a not-so-serious manner.

4. Puck's hot. Hahahaha!

The list goes on and on but my brain's starting to lag a bit. I haven't been getting enough sleep lately so yeah...I think I'll just finish watching the last episode then I'm off to bed.

long day ahead my, oh my

I'm still awake but I know I should actually be settling in bed already. I have to be up really early since my brother and I are off to the Dept. of Foreign Affairs to renew our passports in time for our HK trip this December. My goodness, I hope the line's not that long. I have to be back at the office by 1:30 p.m and I think I'll be going home really late. Oh noooooooooooo!

Anyway, I found this really nice planner that I've decided to give to five of my friends who, like me, suffer a bit from OCD (haha!). It's the Got Heart planner. I saw it at Anagon's site

I ♥ the packaging!

Lovely, lovely inside page :)

I love the fact that there's lots of space to write your daily activities

What's really cool is that I'm also helping certain advocacies when I buy any Got Heart product. For more info about the Got Heart Foundation, go here.

Photo credit: Anagon's multiply site

Aldo is ♥

Am obsessing over boots again. I already bought a pair at Zara, but I want another pair..or maybe two. Hahaha! I checked Aldo's site and just got semi-depressed after. Shoes really are an investment.

Here are a few that I liked:

Balduf

Cassella

Buttitta

Brendal

It's finally out!!

photo credit: Our Awesome Planet

The very-much awaited Starbucks planner is finally out! Yay! I've been badgering the baristas at Starbucks Emerald for the past month when they'd release the promo cards for the planner and they kept on telling me it'd come out on the first week of November. Then last week, they told me it would come out on November 4th so imagine how excited I was yesterday.

The reason why I wanted to get the card on the first day of the promo period's because there's a free sticker already so instead of collecting 17 stickers, I'd only have to collect 16. That's still 120+ pesos so yeah it makes a lot of difference especially for us working our butts off to earn a decent living on a third world paycheck. Don't get me wrong, I'm not living beyond my means...I could just be spending my money on other things, or maybe not spend it at all. My savings account has suffered enough because of several 'retail therapy sessions' no thanks to my mom. It all boils down to my lack of self control when it comes to shopping. I don't really have vices--I quit smoking and I don't really drink and go out partying. There's just something about shopping that's so addictive. Like a drug (though I've never taken any kind of illegal drug), there's something about buying gorgeous shoes that makes me high. Okay, Nicole....STOP IT.

baaaaack

I am back to my quirky self. Too much drama is making me feel icky.

My friend Val's actually encouraging me to start another blog where I can just post the chapters to my new pet project: an online series. It's been a while since I've written serious articles and poems and I'd like to dabble a bit in short story writing. I'm not sure how short (or long) the story's going to be. I'm still thinking about the direction of the story. It could be, like, stories within a story. I'll figure something out. My writing juice is flowing and I was actually able to write a chapter already in just an hour. I had Val and my officemate Arlene read it first. They asked me the same thing: when's the next chapter coming out? Hahaha! Good reactions=good sign to continue. God, it feels good to write again! I mean, yeah I have this blog and I post entries more than once a week. But it's different writing something like a short story, with chapters and all that jazz.

Anyhoooo. For some weird reason, I am actually happy with the way things turned out. Yes, I tend to be too dramatic and emo-ish when I'm PMS-ing and having my Cinema One moments of FAMAS monologues so please don't mind my previous 'The Hills' drama episodes. First, I can now actually move forward and not want to be in that situation again. I can actually still be friends with the person, but I can't really imagine being genuinely happy being beyond that because there'd always be this errant thought at the back of my head about the relationship if it's right or not. God I had such a self-pity party this past weekend it's making me hurl.

Segue: I want to go shopping for a nice pair of boots for my HK trip this December. I was looking at Aldo and Zara yesterday and I just got depressed with the prices so nevermind. I'll probably check out other stores this weekend. And I want to go back to Tagaytay to check out the ukay ukays there. My mom asked me to buy nice jackets for my brother and grandmother for HK. She was shocked to find out that my white eskimo jacket only cost 150 bucks when we saw almost the exact same kind of jacket at Zara (though it had zebra prints all over..which I just adored, by the way) that cost almost 6000 pesos.

Okay I should really get back to work.

And I thought watching SATCTM would make me feel all empowered

Watched Sex and the City The Movie on HBO. Felt like crap afterwards. Lots of lines just caught me off guard. Some made me want to throw the remote.

God, I feel like a hypocrite. I've been telling my friend who's going through a break up that crying is normal and she shouldn't stop herself, and that it's going to be harder for her if she doesn't let it all out. I think I should be telling myself that.

I don't know who I should be angrier with. I'm mad at him, but I'm more pissed off with myself for having let that happen. I'm really trying to be rational about everything, but PMS is making me more emotional lately so yeah I'm anticipating that I'll be bitching more for the next few days.

My brother had a dose of my female rants this afternoon and what he said actually made sense and hit home that I wanted to punch him. He told me "Well...you should've asked him in the first place. That's what you get for assuming." Whatever. Ugh. I know, I know. My brother's right. My brother is such a guy--he comes off as such a jerk but he does have a point. I loff you, brother dear...even if you're often such a meanie.

Going back to Sex and the City, I liked a few lines from the movie. Some apply to me now, some I hope I'll fully appreciate someday.

How about not doing anything you'd be sorry about??

I thought I'd still be in extreme pain. But I feel nothing. I'd like some more nothing.

Some love stories aren't epic novels, some are short stories
But, that doesn't make them any less filled with love.

Am having second thoughts about watching 500 Days of Summer...though a couple of people have told me this is the movie I should watch. I was able to download a few songs from the soundtrack, and one of the tracks included the narration in the beginning of the movie. I love the line where the narrator said something like "This is a story of boy meets girl. But you should know up front, this is not a love story."

I am too emotional to even be writing a blog entry. Quoting LC again, "Too much draa-muh".

photo credit: allmoviephoto.com

damn it, Santi!!

Because of Typhoon Santi, my friends and I had to postpone our trip to Laguna yesterday. We'll be going there maybe in a couple of weeks. We were so excited to go there but then we didn't want to risk our lives just to spend an entire day at a farm with strong, howling winds. Twas signal no. 3, by the way. So yeah we ended up going to Tagaytay in the afternoon.

Today's Nov. 1, and I feel like crap. Why? Let's just say I have issues to resolve. There.

I wrote a letter to myself..wanna read it?

Dear Nicole,

Stop it.

Love,
Nicole

As L.C would say.."Ugh..so much draaa-muh". Hahaha!

Will be back to my semi-perky self tomorrow.