A Sudden Urge

The plan was to grab lunch and buy a shirt with a Rage Against The Machine print on it … you know? the 90’s rock band.

Why? It’ll be a long day for me given that I’ll be taking home some work and the other one is simply to satisfy my fits of nostalgia. So I dashed as fast as I could in order to moderate my time to put some space between assignments (some reviews from November of last year to present, a separate review for the first two weeks of January, an excel tracker for some metrics and some notes to add on my to do list) and in no time, I was at the mall. Ate, trudged around to look for my shirt, then learned that even if there is a Rage Against The Machine shirt, they didn’t have it on my size. They have this obtuse belief that chicks don’t dig good music. Oh well.

So I continued to walk, to perhaps be distracted off my need to get a 90’s band shirt — you can blame that hankering from Launchcast’s 1990’s Station. I skimmed from shop to shop and tried on some cute swim wears. A few minutes later, when I was about to go home empty handed, I saw this.

Sweet yeah? First glimpse was all it took for me to feel the need to take it home. Now I can’t wait to launch it together with a new Boot Cut jeans I got.

I also tried it on a skirt and it struts quite fine. Now I’m thinking of getting me a new (little) black dress to match my new weight (still not on target though). I haven’t gotten around appropriate clothes shopping for a while so I’ll squeeze that in between my usual crazies. Nothing fancy or over the top; I figured, the goal is to focus attention on the shoes.

I really like it a lot. Its dead-set feminine and it’s always nice to be girlie even when you’re wearing a pantsuit.

Currently listening to Wild Night by John Mellencamp via Launchcast


My Sequined Phenom

Seriously, this is what this shoes’ name is … and I love it.

I did a bit of shopping for our company Christmas Party for tonight and given that the motif was anything and everything sparkling, I thought of the most sensible thing to do. I’m wearing a black top with a few sparkles on them, skinny black jeans and this sequined Charles and Keith stilettos.

To also keep with the spirit, I bought a bright red clutch to top the simple ensemble. To give you an idea, it should look a little something like this:


Charles and KeithWent out last Sunday and I got me these new pair. They’re great, but they’re not meant for long walks or standing … coining Oprah, these are my sitting down shoes.

For some odd reason, the shoe loving me that I haven’t seen in a long time came out again. I’m enjoying it, don’t get me wrong. Before it dies down (once more) – sort of hybernation, I don’t know – I’ll let myself relish it as much as I can.

I better get myself a new shoe rack.



Have I told you I’m awful in math?

Ugh, I am telling you now. I suck a whole lot.

But you know what? I made a discovery that if I was calculating money, I tend to be quite okay. Not superb but okay. Believe me, that is a considerable improvement from my astonishing lack of mathematical chutzpah. Don’t make me calculate triangles, planes, tangents and all them alpha numerics … but money, I’d be more than happy to sit, listen and perhaps answer a few problems.

I’ve been lifting hefty amounts of numbers in my head for the past few weeks and so far I’m surviving without tearing my seatmate’s hair off. Those numbers translates to money. Somehow I found myself a little more attentive and careful. Quite the capable student.

Maybe because I love money. I think there’s no need to be reminded that.


I wore stilettos last Tuesday, I felt sexy but the shoes are a murder. It hurts.

My New Charles and Keith ShoesI haven’t bought any for several months now (save for the Chucks I bought a week before); perhaps the lack of anything that was tasty to my eyes challenged my love for shoes. So the moment I saw one that I really like, although it was close to breaking the bank, I grabbed it and made a beeline to the cashier.

This one was extra thin so I had to be careful. No running – I can do that with my other heels – and I need to be conscious that I am wearing a delicate shoes. Not so much a delicate ankle.

Pain is almost always a part of feeling pretty.

I’m wearing it again together with my skinnies. Strut, strut, strut.


I have a pimple as huge as Jupiter. This means I have to meet with my dermatologist again.  Hate it!

My calendar is already full so with the appointment date, plus my resting period of three days, it’s a little difficult to squeeze all my activity in. Ugh.

Currently listening to Duffy via Launchcast


Some shoes can be a bitch, specially when they’re new.  Breaking in is what you have to endure when you’re trying to find your harmony with your brand new pair.  But until I have to worry about my feet hurting, I’d like you to meet my newfound friend, Karlita.  An open toed three-inch pumps that packs a mean punch for business appropriate flair but gentle embrace on my feet.

High heeled shoes are such poetry when you’re walking. You may not have killer legs but no one will care about that as long as you strut your stuff.

Love it … Love it with a fang!