Dress to Impress: A Little Oxford Inspiration

Last week, my boss gave me some of her old blazers and although I'm not a big fan of hand-me-down clothes, I eagerly took them because 1.) She's my boss and she really was just looking out for me in this industry and 2.) I absolutely adore the blazers she gave me.

Yesterday's outfit was composed of my favorite blue cardigan from Holly, a short/old/comfy white blouse inside and my now dubbed "Oxford" blazer. I paired it up with my blue slacks. Worked out pretty well for me. I looked dignified at work and felt happy (because I secretly wish to be British) all the way home.

I know my style is a little bit boyish. but I did pair this up with  my usual black office heels and I think it would have been more casual if I wore my hair down (which is a no-no for my work). I might try this outfit again sometime soon. I'm thinking of jeans instead of slacks and my handy dandy brown wedges instead of my office heels. What do you think?

Today I'm wearing an all black ensemble. No jewelry. I lost one of the studs of my pearl earring and I left my Russian doll necklace home. Hopefully, I'll be able to get to take some photos later at home.

Dressing,

Someone Anxious

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A little inspiration for everyone's afternoon.

-S.A.

How's Your Day So Far?

Monday's are usually something for me. I end up nursing a weekend hangover and I usually contemplate the long week ahead while on my way to work.

Since I woke up a bit late, I decided to make the best out of it and take photos. Here's while I'm waiting for my ride to work.

And my lunch...

Looking forward to my Monday night!

Someone Anxious

A Little Musical Inspiration: The Temper Trap's Sweet Disposition

And while our blood's still young
It's so young
It runs
And we won't stop until it's over
Won't stop to surrender

I've been listening to a lot of "anthemic" songs that makes me end up in a daze. However, there's no song that got me hooked as The Temper Trap's Sweet Disposition.

Absolutely addicting! I know that this has been out for awhile now (three years if I'm not mistaken) but with this month's rainy weather, I think this song is perfect to listen to while on my way home after a long and chaotic day at work. Hopefully, you guys feel the same.

Listening,

Someone Anxious

Shakin'

I often wonder why people always assume that I'm not doing anything.

Friday night, after finalizing my schedule, my sister called in to ask a favor. Go to the south, place and ad for her in the newspaper of where we used to live. I've come to accept that some people don't really ask. Regardless of how they phrase it, they already assume that you'll do it. After all, they'll pay you back, etc.

Still, I hate it when people call last minute.

Just like my uncle when he called me Friday night and told me to come to his house early.

He cancelled a minute before I was to wake up and my dad decided to leave our house 30 minutes later than I expected.

Wow. I really do wonder why people assume that I'm not going to be hassled. Contrary to popular belief, I don't like being late.

Still, I've had a pretty shaking Saturday. I met Holly in the south and she helped me with posting the ad and a few other errands. Afterwards, we took a bus to the city and I met the Certified Olympian. She treated me to lunch and we watched a movie afterwards.

For dinner, I met up with Frances and one of our other college friends. It was nice. Short. Simple and nice.

Looking forward to more shakin' Saturdays,

Someone Anxious

Just say No.

If you are a 90's kid, do you remember those 5 minute cartoons about kids saying no?

I do.

It was this really short cartoon about kids avoiding bad things happening to them by saying no to strangers. With their conscience around (played by a moth/butterfly/bug - could never really figure it out), they safely go home after every episode.

From postsecret.com

And just like those children with their conscience lurking behind them, I said no.

Not because you are mysterious or dangerous. Not because I don't know you or that you seem to be the 'get you into trouble type' but because I do know you and I don't love you.

I can't.

I'm not that type of person.

And I could never ever be with you...

...because you've insulted me before and I'm sick and tired of this cycle.

Why? Because I want to be taken care of. I'm so fucking sick and tired of taking care of you. If you actually knew me at all you would have noticed that I want to be treated highly (yes, I am high maintenance). If you knew me at all you would have known that I hate splitting the bill and that I expect you to always pay for it (or even offer to pay for it as I will eventually decline and say I will pay half). If you knew me at all, you would know that I do not do make out sessions in a cab going home. Honestly, I'm sick and tired of making out in transit.

A bus.

A cab.

A car.

And honestly, I'm sick and tired of you.

A very angry,

Someone Anxious

And while our blood is still young...

Best read with The Temper Trap's Sweet Disposition

(click here)

With how fast things are, I often wonder if I have the time and energy to be myself.

Before my grandfather died, we had coffee in Lord Stowe's and while I savoring my first ever treat to him, I distinctively remember him telling me to find work that I love so that I don't have to work at all! His one great advice to me was to find a job that I want to do so that it seems like days swiftly pass by. A few weeks later, he passed away and although I knew it was coming, it was still so hard to swallow.

Ever since my transfer, days indeed swiftly pass by. I absolutely love what I do now and I absolutely love the speed. Finally, no more sitting all day. Now, I am able to practice something I am truly passionate about. I'm pretty sure this is exactly what my grandfather meant.

I just wish everyone else was like him.

I guess it's hard when no one understand you. The other day over dinner, my dad gave me one of his pep talks on you should be doing what you love. After explaining to him that  I am doing what I love, he continues on with how proud he is of me but of course I'm still not stable and all that crap about life and money. Then he ends with: "I'm not saying this specifically about your work, just a little advice."

I love my dad and I'm happy he drives me to work when I need it.I love the fact that even if he has nothing to spare, he still gives what he can. But the thing is, I miss my grandfather's advises and no man will ever know me and guide me the way he did.

It's alright. I accept that some people will never ever really understand what you want to do in life. Thus, they compartmentalize things not knowing that it the universe... it is the universe to you. I've come to accept that there are only a few people in this world that accepts young blood and understand the way they look at things. In fact, those are the people that you should keep close to your heart because it is only through them that you are able to see the things that make you who you are.

I look forward to moving out.

I look forward to not thinking about my sister's "reminders" on what to do with my life. I look forward to not thinking about my "dad" and if he's pressed hard already. I look forward to getting a little bit more credit from my brother who forgets my birthdays every year.

Most importantly, I look forward to you.

To whoever you are out there.

Thank you.

Cheers!

Someone Anxious

Wow.

It's been awhile since I updated and all I can really say is: "Wow".

My recent work transfer has had me running around everywhere and although I am grateful, there are a lot of things that I miss (just like updating this blog).

What can I say? Very different really. Everything is so fast now and the days go by like nothing. I think, for the first time in a long while, I love what I do. I get to learn and at the same time, I feel like I'm doing something I honestly want to do. Yes. I am tired. But I am fulfilled. I go to bed happy and excited for the next day.

I'm happy.

It's June already (as my friend told me: "You've been a corporate slave for a year.") and I have to start with more personal projects... like moving out.

Yes! It is official. I have to get my own place. My sister might be back or we might see each other earlier than I anticipated. Thus, the search for a cheap but livable (and hopefully nearby apartment) starts this month. I promised myself that I would be moving out by July, September the most.

Apartment hunting anyone?

Cheers!

Someone Anxious.