Comfort Zones

Before my latest arm candy came along, I have enjoyed several others (both cheap and the not-so-cheap ones) in the past. From my array of collections, I have shortlisted three. These triumvi-bags are all special because each has its own story to tell.
Yes, my new LV is so dear to me because it's Jobert's most expensive gift ever, yet, I definitely prefer sentimentality over value and LV still has to prove its worth. Here are the fab three that I'll take out of the box come spring cleaning time.

My DIY bag.

I bought a plain bag from warehouse and decorated it with my PIN collections both vintage and new from the countries I've visited. What I loved about this bag is the stares I get from kids. Seeing their envious look from their faces makes my heart melt. One kid even wanted the butt-showing Bart. Oh, kid if only we can share Bart's butt, gladly I would. Drool kid, drool! :)

My Boblbee Scarabee.

I've searched high and low to find Jobert's female version of his Boblbee People's Delite. It was difficult to find this then, and it still hard to find this now. We ended up in a train to London to search for one and bought it immediately as soon as we found it regardless of its price. The petite-size is so me :) Whether you're a fashionista, sporty or maybe just a plain jane, this bag is your ultimate accessory. It's rarity makes me clamor for more of this brand. I wish somebody who's at the the third floor right now would read this and buy me the pinky one :) My Bayongs.

These reminded me of home. It's funny how we appreciate things that we have taken for granted in the past. I was so much influenced by imported products while I was in my own country that I have totally ignored the beauty of straw bags.
These couple were purchased in a boutique called "East" and if you see the insides of these pair, you will find the label "made from original straw in the Philippines." I am still amazed whenever I find beautiful things being displayed in posh boutiques that came from my country. Why can't I find these beautiful creations in Pinas by the way? or was I just turning a blind eye?

Rant and Rage

"There's something different in you today, chez"

"Must be my hair. I've got it coloured last week and well, "trim", I suppose."

"It looks beautiful. It suits you really well."

"But I absolutely hate it!"

"Why?"

"Well because I've spent nearly a year trying to grow my hair back but that s****d hairdresser have cut it really short without my consent." "I wish she could've listened to me."

"But it's beautiful. I like how the waves framed your face."

"Thanks but I'm still so upset about it."

It's been over three weeks now since my last hair disaster and I'm still fuming!
I made her forty-five pound richer and left me with my self-esteem down the drain.
Lesson learned: Word of mouth is bollocks!
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"Hello, this is Julie, how can I help?"

"Hi, we've ordered a fridge-freezer via online yesterday and I want to change the delivery for that if it's possible."

"Okay. But you have to add an extra amount if you want to have it delivered within 2-3 working days, I'm afraid."

"No problem."

"So when do you want the item to be delivered?"

"Tomorrow. Friday."

"I'm sorry but I don't think it's possible."

"Why not? I'm looking at your website right now and it says that 13th friday is available."

"Sorry but it can't be delivered tomorrow."

"Look, our fridge have been broken since yesterday which means it's just a matter of time until all our food will be spoiled. Can't you understand?"

"I'm sorry but because the additional charge won't come out from your account till tomorrow, then we can't deliver it."

"Goodness gracious! It only took 15 minutes for the three-hundred odd pounds to get through to you yet it would take a day for the mere twenty-four pounds delivery charge to go through. I just don't get it."

"I'm sorry but I can't do anything about it."

"So when is the nearest possible day then?"

"Saturday."

Our fridge was broken in such an opportune time when there was a big freeze. So we took the chance and stored all the frozen food outside---in the snow.
Lesson learned: Comet? Never again! Your customer service sucks, big time!
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Hey, you! woman on a wheelchair.
Just because you are a patient doesn't mean you have the liberty to smoke inside the hospital's premises. Can't you read the "No Smoking" sign in front of you? Are you blind? or just plain stupid?
Why can't you just wheel your chair out from this hospital lobby and spread your toxic smoke somewhere and stop inflicting other vulnerable individuals.We surely don't want to have whatever chest problems you may already have, thank you very much.

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To My Poodledoodledoo,

I can only afford a homemade card for you this love day. If not for our gigantic new fridge purchase, I could've bought you one straight from shop.

As you can see, this card of mine has my own concept and design you wouldn't find in any other love cards in the planet and it's smothered with my own choice of colors too. It's raw and unrehearsed. It's my work of art that even you, a painter and an artist, would be very proud.

The message that goes with it is short, brief, concise yet encompasses all the extra-ordinary qualities I love and hate (yet love them just the same) in you.

I hope you'll like it :)


kisses (and lots of 'em!),

cherryberrystickerellyfiferry

Serpentine

I have always been fascinated by snakes in different colors and sizes. If a close friend of mine loves sharks and their scarily wide mouth and sharp teeth, I love snakes and their wonderfully coloured scales and equally coloured lifestyles.

But just because I love them doesn't mean I'm fearless when I see one. Truly not! I only love watching them in documentaries BUT not in their slimy glory.

Once I saw a TV documentary entitled: In search of the Giant Anaconda. I was glued to my seat, feet up on the sofa (in case something horrid and cold passes my feet), and was enjoying the takes on other snakes species while also too excited to know whether the snakemaster can really find a giant Anaconda. However, as the tension mounts up so too was the documentary as it was slowly turning to some sort of a horror movie where the presenter was walking barefoot underwater while a black and large-bodied anaconda was swirling around him, their bodies entwined as he struggles to fight against the snake too careful not to drown himself. The slow-motion and time-slicing effects were exciting yet scary at the same time that I ended up watching like this:



It was my first time to watch a documentary with my eyes and me covered with a blanket where I'm sure the only purpose of the film was just pure entertainment and not horrify the viewers.

I do apologize if you can't visualize my drawings its because I drew this on Photoshop and being a neophyte, the result understandly lacks perception or to put it bluntly, crude.

Not to mention was my screamfest while watching the docu. I don't know how to draw a "scream" you see so I just settled with this. I know my drawing of a snake looks like a sperm but I made his head a bit bigger to defy the obvious :)

I'm now beginning to be a bit wary in watching snakes docu that's why I made sure my blanket comes in handy just in case:)

Sweets From My Sweet

Jobert came home yesterday armed with familiar packs of tiny red-ribboned boxes with white balls inside. This is his so-called "peace offering" for me after getting bonkers last night. His inability to sleep made him like a madman that I felt like I am sleeping beside an enemy, literally.
He knew that I've been searching high and low for this specific flavor so it was definitely all-smiles from me when I saw these beauties.
Raffaello is the best sweetie in the planet amongst all the other chocolates I've ever tasted. I'm a sucker for coconut which made this sweetie more closer to my heart. As they are individually wrapped, getting them out of the package can be a bit messy for you will be showered with bits of coconut that at the end of each bite, you'll have a coco overload. I still have to figure out the best way of biting each snowballs without looking like you own a whole coconut plantation! But don't get disheartened by it because biting into its wafer filled with cream with a chunky almond at the center is a sure pleasure. The reason why Jobert bought loads is because you can hardly find this being sold in any other large supermarkets. These are only available at dear old Morrisons but not often too. So if you're nearest Morrisons branch have these, can you please give me a buzz coz I'm good at hunting down a rare yet fabulous find :)

Frozen Tears

Cry not in winter for your tears may be frozen :)

I walked out from the heavy glass door of the heavily-bricked establishment feeling unperturbed by the freezing cold and the gushing wind. The narnia-like surrounding gave me a feeling of placid eeriness to which at anytime a gentle creature would suddenly appear in front of me and swept me away to a place enchanted.

As I step on the snow-covered pavement, I realized that I'm still in the city and that my sleepless night made my brain-cells go haywire. I just can't believe how my brain has a mind of it's own. Sometimes it amazes me.

The snow tracks of heavy boots were a sure proof of the morning rush. People collide while dusting snowflakes from their North Face jackets. Somebody even slipped and fell backwards from wearing a wrong footwear. But I wasn't part of them because I was not in a hurry and certainly I wouldn't compromise embarrassment to fashion. Forget Ugg for now, the Docs are the best!

Yet, all I could think of in this very freezing morning are my hot shower and my bed. The dust of snowflakes on my face isn't helping either for it made my warm home more enticing.

I battered through the snow covered road safely. Thanks to my Doc Martens remarkable strength and steadfast traction. It made me reached home in one piece.

After a hot shower, I was ready for bed. Once more, I looked through my bedroom window and retrace my tracks. The snowfall was getting heavier and thicker, the trees were merely silhoutte, and the cold was getting painful on my skin. Yet, I still love winter and snow, even it brought the world to a standstill and made me lethargic.


Our street


On our doorstep


Scene outside our bedroom window


Writing in my jim-jams and underpants!


Snow graffitis


What's left of now though are ice and gritted-salt pavements. Snow's gone but certainly not forever.

White Stuff

I am gazing at the window right now and is admiring god's dandruff. Oh, it's so pretty!----the snowfall, I mean :)