A Funny Bag Story

coach patchwork bag


Tignanello bag

Last November, one of Irwin's uncle from the States arrived and brought us several handbags. Uncle boy has a lot of Coach bags and he has one Tignanello bag. I was particularly eyeing this very attractive coach bag ( 3rd picture above) but I have to keep my excitement because in reality that bag will never ever be mine. House culture dictates that whatever leftovers ( napag-pilian or ayaw) will be passed to me. I cannot choose what I want.

So the inggitera in me, tried to sulk a little bit because I got this plain, never heard before bag and together with Irwin tried to research about the authenticity of the coach bags. Turned out from among the bags that Uncle Boy bought, mine turned out the original. We found a similar Coach bag from a site that sells different kinds of bags from Coach to Balenciaga.

We even went to Divisoria after Christmas to look for a similar bag because Irwin knows it's fake. We didn't see any. Just last week it was his sister's ( she got the bag) turn to go to Divi and sees her bag in different shapes and size to her disappointment. Nahuli lang kami ng 2 weeks saka siya lumabas.

I thought these bags are forbidden in the States kasi pirated and fake?

Paying Post... I want!

I like to read and write, as far as I can remember I was creating poems since I was nine years old, during the days of Uncle Bob's Lucky Seven Club at channel 7. I was already creating short stories and short novel when I was in high school and I was a writer in our school paper. I was one of the "emo" writers who write passionately and try to stir some emotions. My hobby for writing never stopped especially right now that I have an outlet through blogging.

Blogging is the newest trend in the internet world where you can share your ideas and talent in writing. You can write just about anything and everything. It is in other people's blog that I get to learn and new things and see other people's perspectives. It is through blogging that a person can express herself not just in the posts that a person writes but also through the art one has to place in the page of the blog. There is artistry and a sense of uniqueness in every blog. Not only that, one advantage of having a blog is getting advertisement from sponsors and they will pay you. Yes, they really pay. You
get paid to blog There are a lot of products and services wanting to be discovered. In these days and time majority of the people are internet users and these are the targets of blog advertisers.

One of these blog advertisers is Paying Post. They pay you for posting
good and honest reviews. I especially like to give reviews especially of the restaurants or movies that I watched. I especially like it if people read my reviews and give their comments.

SO if anyone out there has no blog yet, better start one and give yourself a break and a chance to earn through blogging that pays and make payingpost your choice.

Bleeding Love by Leona Lewis

Yesterday at America's top 40, this is their number one song for 2008 and I do not even know this song.
So I will place it in my blog so I can remember it.

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYBODY!


Closed off from love
I didn’t need the pain
Once or twice was enough
And it was all in vain
Time starts to pass
Before you know it you’re frozen
But something happened
For the very first time with you
My heart melts into the ground
Found something true
And everyone’s looking round
Thinking I’m going crazy

But I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

Trying hard not to hear
But they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears
Try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that the goal
Is to keep me from falling

But nothing’s greater
Than the rush that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness
I see your face
Yet everyone around me
Thinks that I’m going crazy, maybe, maybe

But I don’t care what they say

I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open

And it’s draining all of me
Oh they find it hard to believe
I’ll be wearing these scars
For everyone to see

I don’t care what they say
I’m in love with you
They try to pull me away
But they don’t know the truth
My heart’s crippled by the vein
That I keep on closing
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I

Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
I keep bleeding
I keep, keep bleeding love
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love
You cut me open and I
Keep bleeding
Keep, keep bleeding love