'Aileen' is a twenty-year-old blogger from the Philippines who is happily single and living life at its best.
She was born and raised in Batanes but currently living in the bustling city of Manila where she is a superwoman corporate woman by day, a blogger and homebody by night, and a party animal come weekends.
She likes lazying around, traveling, eating different cuisines, writing nonsense as well as those with sense, being weird, laughing ridiculously, city lights, partying out late, blah blah blah.
She is interested in fashion, music, arts, desserts, internet, dancing, sleeping, and singing. And oh, she misses Batanes with a passion. ★
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I love walking in high heels, wedges, or stilettos—just about any type of heels that brings me inches above the ground. Aside from the fact that it (to quote my guy friend) ‘brings out someones ass’, I also like how it brings me a sense of ‘superiority’, style, elegance, and/or swagger (in the female sense) whenever I’d have a pair on.
One time, I spent 8 hours standing in high heels and I tell you, it was hell. I had to really try hard in showing such gentle, genuine smiles as well as calm and sassy speeches when in fact, all I would have wanted to do was scream at how they took too long to start the program; and if that wouldn’t make me feel better, I’d gladly stab someone with my heel. I actually had to refrain myself from kissing the ground once the party was over since that was the only time that I could finally go savage and take my heels off (no joke, LOL).
One of my guy friends however, upon seeing my precious pain, asked me: “Don’t you ever wish that heels weren’t invented?” And I was all: NO WAY, JOSE. NO WAY. I am ever and always thankful to the person who brought the idea of high heelsto the world. (Oh the price of vanity.)
What I honestly did hate that time though was the lack of seats.
SHOES. Forever… love! :))
YES PLEASE. Uhhh, yeeeeessss :))
The highest heels that I’ve ever worn is around… 6.5”? I think?
HAHA! That was when I used to join beauty pageants. (Yuck).
