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I don’t get it

I never cared for bags. I usually borrow my bags from my younger sister who loves them or my fashion forward bestie Jo. Sometimes I get bags as gifts or hand me downs and that’s pretty much what I use. I don’t even care for brands, I just think of bags as bags. I even use “generic” and “freebie” (without a brand or label/promotional item) bags. Give me a backpack and I am good to go.

Then came something I was not really prepared for. My trusty Jansport (this one is original, a gift from Jo) backpack totally gave up on me. I was using one of my other bag/s, for everyday use. It was a beige longchamp that was a gift from my aunt. She got it for cheap in Baclaran and bought a lot of those bags to give last two Christmases ago. I got one. Of course I know that my new bag was a fake one. But I am still happy and thankful.

photos from the internet

photos from the internet

After weeks of using my replacement bag  an acquaintance came to tell me: Um, your bag is a fake. I never would have thought that you brought a fake bag. You should get an authentic one.

I was too stunned to speak. I kept silent.

After that incident, I was starting to look and be more aware of bags. I still use the fake one. It is still functional, and still a bag. But,  I started looking at the internet for bags.

Apparently, the bag I am using is a fake longchamp le pliage medium long handle in beige. Thanks internet. Next, I wanted to know how much the real one cost. It is $125 converted to peso it is 5,536.88php. Pricey.

Next I looked for the “newer” longchamp bags. I kind of like this: longchamp neo medium short handle.


photo from the internet


So looked for its price again on lyst. It is $158 or 6,998.61php. On local online resellers on Facebook however it costs 2,800.00 to 4,500.00php. Why such differing price? How do I know if the item is authentic or not? How do I tell the difference?

The colors they sell also differs from the longchamp site, they even have different names like cuir, neo, fantasie,heritage…etc. I am so confused.

More so here in our country where everything is labeled authentic and everything is not quite what they seem. That alone is enough to drive me nuts.

Maybe this is why I don’t understand the fascination behind bags. Sigh. 

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Running hot and cold

And you over-think, Always speak cryptically, I should know, That you’re no good for me…

 ‘Cause you’re hot then you’re cold, You’re yes then you’re no, You’re in then you’re out.


Katy Perry knew it all too well.

katy Perry captured the feeling perfectly

katy Perry captured the feeling perfectly

So, here I am trying to figure out what happened?

I am a warm and caring person and usually go out of my way to greet/ask people about their lives when I am talking to them. I am cheery and friendly, I smile a lot.

No trouble connecting with people, I am always the one to understand and hear a friend out.


I  had a  friend who I used to talk to, text or email daily who suddenly cut off communication some months ago. The said friend has alternated between giving me the cold shoulder, giving me the silent treatment and avoiding me or being friendly and acting like nothing has ever happened. A few times The said friend has suddenly started communicating with me and I thought we were on our way to reconciling, then  suddenly turned cold again.

I’m tired of the whole situation, so I’m not going to make an effort anymore.


I thought and thought, but came up with nothing. I never did anything that would make the said friend feel bad in fact I always offer support and treated that friend nicely.

I don’t know why my friend is acting like this.  Everyone deserves friends who really care, not ones who enjoy your friendship for a reason or for a certain time.


I know the situation is so painful and embarrassing.

But as of the moment I need to stop thinking of what matters, and  doesn’t actually matter at all.



Don’t be dismayed at good-byes. A farewell is necessary before you can meet again. And meeting again, after moments or lifetimes, is certain for those who are friends. -Richard Bach