swan song



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post has nothing to do with the much-hyped film starring portman and ryder. the other day, me and a coupla of bag fiends (i actually didn't relish being labelled as one; i wasn't even half as obsessed as some on tPF) were wafting in and out of reality and daydream-scape about getting one last bbag. we decided that the style would be a black weekender. then we could look like supermodels (i said this) in our skinny jeans (contributed by the one who's turned a big bag lover thanks to another colleague) and don't forget the vitamin water bottle (this from the colleague who likes big bags)!! lol.

for me, i used to say i'd conclude my bal affair with a black first, which was indeed my first love, or rather  first crush. then i changed my mind along the way and considered the black work. but i already have two works, so the weekender did seem like a good choice. then i asked myself why would i want yet another bbag since i liked variety? anyway, it's just one of those things my small mind entertains once in a while. like, i'd like to own a DSLR cam one day. but then, maybe not, since it's really not so essential that i'd die without one. kwim? besides, i did get myself a SLR vintage cam (or was it two?) and i've long neglected my bbags. i even  toyed with the idea of donating one of the bags to the unifem's give to save...

of course i'm not so noble, lah. don't forget that i'm afflicted with the incurable disease of a hoarder. even if i don't use my bags, i could pass them on to my mother/sil/niece (wow, i can't believe i get to emulate what the celebrities do, lmao!). ok, ok, enough of my bs. the point of this post is that i finally got my dream bag! so this might well be my last luxury bag. yay!