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Last year, when I was talking to my best friends about engagements and getting married, they were flabbergasted when I told them that I preferred diamond engagement rings. What is it with boys and the fact that they don’t understand just how important it is for a girl to get a real solid diamond engagement ring? Bleh! I don’t necessarily want it over-the-top. Half a carat is fine but a quarter seems a little too small. It depends. I’ve never had one on my finger but a good size that shines brightly is good. Princess cut. Tiffany setting. As long as it sparkles...
I’m thinking of getting rain boots for the oncoming rainy months. The floods at my place really icks me out. They’re too darned yucky considering how I know they pass through the market’s trash. And the big rats running around at night don’t help either.
Behold the LV bags. No... I didn’t buy any of them nor do I believe I’d ever buy any of them in my lifetime. Getting one would be akin to my winning a lottery ticket. However, the ones on top are on my list of wants, in the wishlist in the official LV international site. What is it with Louis Vuitton bags? Is it the brand name? The prestige? Is it the smell? I wouldn’t know. I haven’t gotten near one to smell them. But they sure bring to mind a feeling of luxury and yes, richness. There are lots of fakes going round of these bags. I certainly am not into going around and buying a fake one. I’d rather buy a locally branded leather bag or a used one. Buying a fake conjures images of bringing your oh-so-expensive fake LV to the airport and ending up with no bag when you get out. Ugh! They do love to do that in some countries. No bloody way. I don’t think I’ll ever say I need an LV, a Prada, a Gucci or an Hermes. But I want one. Not a monogram canvas speedy 30, no
I’ve joined the bandwagon. It’s really cool to find stuff other people wear. There are obviously some that I don’t really get but some of them are just so cute and I sometimes wish that I could layer the way they do but it’s just so hot in the Phil that I just stay envious.
This blog would be so much more successful if I were to include pics in my post... However, I am eternally lazy... I will try though... Hehe!!! Not like I’m making money out of my blog. I love lace-up booties. A year or so into working, I came across a pair of to-die-for lace-up booties. Not the ones pictured above, of course. They were worth a leg and an arm, at least for me, but I so wanted them. They were peep-toe Italian leather booties and so sweat to my feet and were at 50% off at the now-dead portion of Glorietta. I wanted them but alas, it was not to be as I was still a peon, (I still am though I am now earning a little bit more). At one time that I finally was able to buy them, I ended up not doing so because they were already gone. Hopefully, whoever was able to buy that lovely pair is loving them as much as I would have loved them if they were my own. And maybe someday, I’ll bite the next time a lovely pair graces my way and to hell with eating.