My bag woes have been answered by my boyfriend, who could not stand the whining any longer and bought me a new bag. He claims that it meets all my requirements in that it is capable of carrying exactly: one wallet, one mobile phone, one set of keys, one tube of lip balm and one cardigan or scarf ( Read more... )

The handle of this Mimco bag broke on the weekend.

I have had this bag for six months, during which time I have carried four items in it: my wallet, phone, lip balm and car keys. Not exactly weighty stuff. So I find it hard to believe that poor construction wasn't a big factor in this incident. Also a big coincidence that the handle of my previous ( Read more... )

Everyone will be pleased to know that following the newspaper and wallet incident, I have finally gotten a bag.
Yay to carrying around a kilogram of extra crap that I will never need, but deem necessary because I am a woman and plan for everything!


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There's a list under the cut, because we all like lists.

It starts with this bag.


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Look how organised I am; this is me blocking out 30 minutes on my calendar to dedicate time to this blog. Although yeh, would seriously rather be doing work because I get bad head fengshui when the list of things-to-do gets too long ( Read more... )

Friday afternoon saw myself and a couple of friends frantically typing up yet another report due at 5pm that day. One hour later and I'm trawling through my local thrift shop; the ideal way to end a hellish week. I have pretty much banned myself from going anywhere near a shopping mall due to multiple reasons, but mostly because of my obvious over- ( Read more... )

It seems fitting that on the last day of my summer holidays I finally get around to posting all the junk I've managed to accumulate the past two months.


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Um, wot.


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Yesterday night I met up with Sandra and the guys for a mini reunion with our friend, Zack, who I haven't seen for three years. We had dinner at a really nice restaurant on Toorak Road where we got to sit on cushions at special lowered tables. As per usual, I don't remember the name of the place because I'm terrible at remembering Japanese words ( Read more... )

Today I dragged myself out of the house to post a couple of orders and had every intention to walk away from Nine West's sale with a nice pair of heels. My mum gave me $100 of her stimulus package and so I felt sort of guilty buying shoes, especially considering how much she likes to remind me that I already have too many. Instead the stormy ( Read more... )