M O S C H I N O

I have just purchased 5 Moschino items online. Do you remember those Moschino bags, in its hey-day during the early 90's, with the individual gold lettering? (must say no one had trouble spelling M.O.S.C.H.I.N.O. after that) Well, I bought 3 bags and 2 accessories from that line *see net-a-porter, my credit card does match with the billing address I sent you. For I am THE bonifide owner of said credit card. Your loss, I guess, for I could have upped your March sales by thousands of GBP*

Anyway, before you scream "IDIOT!!" - I happen to love that line from Moschino! They don't make those bags anymore. I guess they're not friends with Redwall anymore (?). I have been searching high-and-low for them and have had no success. The current bags that they do are just too whimsical for me (hey, I can DO whimsical but just not in that dose).

Now let's see how fast you can say "UPS!!"

I got a Brazilian

Hahaha! Not of the southern region! But at least I got your attention.

I finally took the plunge and bought the Luella Gisele bag. I wasn't sure initially of its authenticity because I thought the price was suspiciously low. I recall in Dubai it retailed at just under DH3000. But after I did some research yesterday, at both eBay and with the help of a couple of PF'ers, I was convinced I was onto the real deal.

So I went. I inspected. And I paid. Finally, a Luella Gisele! I'm so darned pleased with myself, especially as I got a bargain.

300 & a couple of Scrappers

2 Things:
1) Yesterday we dined in hell.
2) Today we scrapped our way through the day.

1) No, not really. We watched the long awaited 300 movie. Contrary to 'popular' review, I thoroughly enjoyed. It lived up to its trailer, and then some! It's one of the best movies I have seen in a long time - except for Music and Lyrics. But then again that's in a different genre - like, totally.

2) I've finally taken the plunge enrolling in the scrapbooking class at Shabby Chic, The Mall. The class was supposed to be between 2-5pm. But we only finished around 7:30!! It was really hard work. But Irene (our dear teacher) was such an angel, ever so patient with us scrapbooking dummies. My theme? My Babies - of course! No, not the handbags. After class ended, I spent another hour with Irene picking and selecting for my 'starter' kit with a few month's supply of papers to stock up for my trip back to Nigeria.

Mad Max Shake(s) the Disease

My apologies for the rather incoherent previous 2 posts. But here's more for your time and patience.

You see, I have been "dead" for the past 3 days and have only just gotten up today. I had written them while I was in and out of consciousness (would have loved to say in a higher state of conciousness from all the piriton). Yes, I have caught the flu - BIG time!

And yes, I did get my dose of The Dome's chicken and mushroom pie today thankyouverymuchforasking. Plus, pumpkin soup (Laukong said it would be good for my sinus)...and calamari and chips (it was supposed to be a "sharing-and-caring" thing, but I think I was in a "clean-plate club" mode tonight)...and a Crunchie chocolate thingy latte drink...and a can of coke (not the diet kind, thankyouverymuch)...and a glass of freebie water (oooh, healthy choice mate!)...and a pot of Earl Grey Tea (for the sinus again).

I was about to mention that the one good thing about being this ill, is that it's God's way of helping me lose a kilo or two. After The [Thunder]Dome (am feeling rather 80's tonight), NAH! Oh, perish the thought!

Those silly people are still bothering me again with so-called "anxious" e-mail telling me I should rectify my credit card billing address. What are these people? If I had a penis, I would call them bloody cock-teasers. Except I don't have one - last time I checked anyway...unless you read my last post - but that's another story. While we're on this topic, apparently Laukong read it (I can assure you that he only ever reads my blog when I tell him to at point blank, but of course, dahlink - he knows where the couch is) - he must have this built-in sixth sense (like his nipple itches or something) to tell him that he has been bitched about in his wife's blog. Anyway, I digrest. Back to the story>

Well, what can I say? I have done all I could possibly have done. I went to the bank last Monday to correct my mailing address, and apparently THAT's still NOT the correct address according to this website's credit card company-thingy-wachamcallit. I've even given them my old billing address, just in case. What's a girl to do, meh? I cannot prove any more that I am the bonafide (wow big word! brains must be producing new brain cells today) owner of the bloody-bunking-effing credit card.

Simple solution is to book first flight to Singapore tomorrow and just get the bloody (yes, the 'B' in B Bag now stands for bloody) bag over and done with! Simple! Why complicate life begging other people (and a frigging virtual customercare service centre at that! Aptly named, I'm sure) and justifying my ownership of the effing credit card! Go Singapore, got Fendi KANTONG some more!

Anyway, rantings aside (I'm soooo over this B Bag thing)....I must say I have been blessed by all things 80's tonight. Evidence? Tribute to Depeche Mode (or something of that nature) was on Channel [V] whilst we were at The [Thunder}Dome-we-don't-need-another-hero.

I *heart* Dave Gahan. I was so Mrs Gahan in the 80's and I still am sooo. Actually, that's not true. I'm lying through my sinus. I was so Mrs Alan Wilder (those who don't know, go Wiki him) in the 80's. Dave was his stand-in. Then Nik Kershaw. Then Tom Bailey. Sometimes not necessarily in that order. Then I went to the Dark-side when Bros came along. But we shall not dwell into that today.

Tonight, I shall share with you my 80's inspired *ahem* inspiration. Indulge me, ladies & gents.

CUE: Record screeching sound.

Actually scrap that. I'll do that another day. More excuse to have an 80's entry.

Puteribelibelah could be a she-male?!

I just have to write/type/whatever this post as I think. Will write a proper post/entry/whatever later/after this jump (did I say this in the right context - anyway I digrest).

I was being my usual kay-poh-ness (yes, I have been known to be kay-poh) by reading other people's blogs. Anyway, I came across a picture of Linda of AF2 or was it 3 or whatever fame. The picture reaffirms my thoughts of her looking ratherly *ahem" for want of a better word manly. I recall Laukong commented that he's rather a big fan of hers *READ: fancies her rather and I retorted she looks like a pondan.

Then a thought just occured to me that maybe Laukong is into she-males Then another thought occurs - if Laukong is into she-males, does this mean that I look like one too?

Hungry

I am hungry. Am thinking chicken and mushroom pie at The Dome. Of course it's 5:10 in the morning Brunei Time - doh!