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Thursday, September 06, 2007

incidentally, have you noticed the number of fake Anya Hindmarch bags recently? They've gotten so prolific that 8 Days even has a feature on how to spot the fake from the real:

fake or real?

Some are pretty obvious, though, I mean, when I went to KL, I saw a shop selling the bags where you could get them in 3 different colours?

Is there a louder way to scream "FAKE!!!!!"?

But considering the exclusivity of these bags [less than 50 brought into Singapore, not for public sale, that means no lowlifes like you] I think we can safely assume that most of the bags you see on the MRT are most likely fake lah.

I wouldn't want to carry something too obviously fake. Heck, what for pretend I got the real thing? I'd rather carry something like:

[you saw this first on my blog. If anybody copies me, they're dreadful copycats and pirates! Copyright belongs to me!]

I wanted to print this on tote bags to sell, but Cafepress is pretty sticky on copyrights and stuff. Sheesh.

So I settled for this: [Re: If I can't get a designer bag, I may as well pretend that I don't give a damn about them anyway]

Available at my Cafepress store, but prices are in USD, sorry!

**No copying, no pirating or anything! I did this image and I put it up first! Copyright is mine, mine, mine!


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Girl blowing bubbles. Only slackers have the free time to do all this

The closing down of Yahoo! Photos meant that I had to transfer a bunch of photos to Flickr instead. The funny thing is that I didn't even realise that I even had photos on the Yahoo! server :p but since they sent me a mail, well, apparently I did. :p :p :p

But transferring the photos brought me to my old Flickr page, and nostalgically, all the stuff I did during the tuition days, when I was still a full-time slacker.

Yes, another excuse to sigh, sigh, and sigh. The work is ok, but I do wish it left me more time to pursue these again like I used to, instead of sapping out all my energy at the end of the day. :s or greedily snatching every little bit of time that I had. [and I'm still lucky, compared to others in this line] I look at the stuff I used to do, and I wonder why I didn't pursue the potential in that corner enough, but had to wait till it was all taken from me.

Well, I guess you never really miss what you had until you don't have it.

So from the girl above, I guess I've turned to this:

nostringsattached
Yes, the good things never come with no strings attached.

Monday, September 03, 2007

It's strange that when I'm working, I always dream of having more time to blog, to write, to draw, to walk, to breathe, even.

And then when it comes to the school hols, and I have the time to do some of the stuff I wanted, I find myself at a loss. :( Without a schedule to tell me what I should be doing at each second, I find myself moping around the house, and at the end of the week, I don't accomplish a thing. Except a lot of shopping and library books.

It's so sad. It's like I got so used to the hamster wheel that when I come off it I still feel as if it should be moving under me, but it's not. So the only thing I can do is munch on peanuts. [Which is what I'm literally doing, btw. It's raining and I was too lazy to go out to find food, so I salvaged a pack of peanuts from the fridge]

If I wanted to put it in another way, I could say that work is a bad habit that I haven't managed to break yet. :)