That's the little iPod pocket on the inside and see the little strip right above the label? Thats where the headphone cable goes and out the little opening at the top where is comes out at the breast pocket.
Saturday, August 27, 2005
Friday, August 26, 2005
The tale of the fabulous jacket...
I went mad yesterday and spent an obscene amount of money on a jacket. Well, I dont know about others, but I've never spent that much on any 1 piece of clothing before! I was in a compulsive mood… then again, when am I ever not compulsive? I figured my last fave jacket had died on me. Its zipper got screwed up and I had to discard it when I moved. I didn’t have a problem with jackets for the summer for obvious reasons. I aint cold blooded… perhaps just cold hearted. *shadenfreudian grin*
Anyhow, I decided since I didn’t have a good jacket I liked, why not give myself a treat? I deserve it! All I’ve been doing recently is work work work! Also, I wouldn’t have anything to wear when I go to my sister’s place! ARGH!
I was supposed to have dinner with a friend but that male bitch overslept. So I was contemplating on whether I should just go home or walk around a little bit in Covent Garden. I had been dying to buy a new pair of shoes. There was a pair in Brighton, which I had an eye on the other day. Unfortunately they didn’t a pair in my size.
Anyhow, after walking a short while, I decided to turn around and head for the tube station. On the way though I decided, I’ll just hop into one shop. Just ONE little shop. Hey! What harm could it do? What’s more, I have never really shopped at that store before. They have real nice stuff, but nothing within my budget. I don’t know if it was due to my annoyance at the he bitch or was it just plain compulsiveness, but I was feeling weak. I saw this fabulous jacket. It is sorta beige… quite trendy I guess… it even had a little pocket on the inside of the jacket specially made for iPods! There’s a little trail for the headphone wire to follow on the inside and it pops out at the breast pocket! AND it was going for 70% off! WHAT A BARGAIN you might think. Hold your horses… there’s more to this story then meets the eye.
1. I was at Covent Garden. What kind of shops would you expect to see there??
2. Here’s another factor to consider, the jacket was 100% leather.
3. It’s made in England.
4. Where have all the cow boys gone... long time passing…
5. Ok, fine… I was in Monsoon MEN.
I wasn’t sure if I should get the jacket but the salesgirl kept prompting me to. “70% off? That’s a REALLY good discount! And for such an exquisite item! I’d say get it. Take it home, spend 2 hours in front of your mirror trying it on with different ensembles and if you don’t like it, we have a 1 week return policy for discounted items. Just bring it back and we’ll refund you! It’s that simple!” Simple my ass. It was that stupid return policy that tilted my stance. Why is it so bloody difficult to return something after you’ve bought it?
They are all evil!! Return policies are only there to encourage people to buy stuff which they will end up not returning because either they’d end up liking it, they’d be too busy to return it, or they just don’t know whether or not to return it and end up keeping in “just in case” (as in my case). It’s only those who’re strong whom are able to claw their way out of this commercial trap… I think I’m going to keep it! :-p
Anyhow, I decided since I didn’t have a good jacket I liked, why not give myself a treat? I deserve it! All I’ve been doing recently is work work work! Also, I wouldn’t have anything to wear when I go to my sister’s place! ARGH!
I was supposed to have dinner with a friend but that male bitch overslept. So I was contemplating on whether I should just go home or walk around a little bit in Covent Garden. I had been dying to buy a new pair of shoes. There was a pair in Brighton, which I had an eye on the other day. Unfortunately they didn’t a pair in my size.
Anyhow, after walking a short while, I decided to turn around and head for the tube station. On the way though I decided, I’ll just hop into one shop. Just ONE little shop. Hey! What harm could it do? What’s more, I have never really shopped at that store before. They have real nice stuff, but nothing within my budget. I don’t know if it was due to my annoyance at the he bitch or was it just plain compulsiveness, but I was feeling weak. I saw this fabulous jacket. It is sorta beige… quite trendy I guess… it even had a little pocket on the inside of the jacket specially made for iPods! There’s a little trail for the headphone wire to follow on the inside and it pops out at the breast pocket! AND it was going for 70% off! WHAT A BARGAIN you might think. Hold your horses… there’s more to this story then meets the eye.
1. I was at Covent Garden. What kind of shops would you expect to see there??
2. Here’s another factor to consider, the jacket was 100% leather.
3. It’s made in England.
4. Where have all the cow boys gone... long time passing…
5. Ok, fine… I was in Monsoon MEN.
I wasn’t sure if I should get the jacket but the salesgirl kept prompting me to. “70% off? That’s a REALLY good discount! And for such an exquisite item! I’d say get it. Take it home, spend 2 hours in front of your mirror trying it on with different ensembles and if you don’t like it, we have a 1 week return policy for discounted items. Just bring it back and we’ll refund you! It’s that simple!” Simple my ass. It was that stupid return policy that tilted my stance. Why is it so bloody difficult to return something after you’ve bought it?
They are all evil!! Return policies are only there to encourage people to buy stuff which they will end up not returning because either they’d end up liking it, they’d be too busy to return it, or they just don’t know whether or not to return it and end up keeping in “just in case” (as in my case). It’s only those who’re strong whom are able to claw their way out of this commercial trap… I think I’m going to keep it! :-p
Wednesday, August 24, 2005
Brighton Pier
Inside is a casino.. or could've been an arcade. I wasnt paying attention. At the back was a little amusement park. Me, Winson and CB went on a ride... it wasnt so much scary, but all the spining made me want to puke at the end of the ride!
Brighton Pier entrance
We had perfect weather, beautiful views, great company and good food. We couldnt have asked for more!
Wednesday, August 17, 2005
What if?
It's mid August.
Time is the enemy and I must make haste.
But what if?
It haunts me.
All the time.
Everywhere.
On the bus.
On the tube.
In the super.
Always tearing away at my heart.
Time is running out.
I hold everything back, but only just.
I can almost see vultures circling in the sky...
They can smell my desperate dreams.
Cracks are showing and soon I will crumble.
What if? What if? What if?
Is it the end or the beginning?
At night it's worse.
Just before I sleep.
Somewhere between consciousness and my restless sleep.
It remains there.
Taunting me it is.
Disperse it will not.
Even as I tumble down this pit,
Sinking lower and lower,
Into depths of despair,
I wonder in horror,
Is this really it?
The bottom line is,
I am so easily discarded.
Well... it wouldn't be the first time...
Time is the enemy and I must make haste.
But what if?
It haunts me.
All the time.
Everywhere.
On the bus.
On the tube.
In the super.
Always tearing away at my heart.
Time is running out.
I hold everything back, but only just.
I can almost see vultures circling in the sky...
They can smell my desperate dreams.
Cracks are showing and soon I will crumble.
What if? What if? What if?
Is it the end or the beginning?
At night it's worse.
Just before I sleep.
Somewhere between consciousness and my restless sleep.
It remains there.
Taunting me it is.
Disperse it will not.
Even as I tumble down this pit,
Sinking lower and lower,
Into depths of despair,
I wonder in horror,
Is this really it?
The bottom line is,
I am so easily discarded.
Well... it wouldn't be the first time...
Monday, August 08, 2005
...
4 years.
I've been faithful.
I've been good.
I cook.
I clean.
I dance.
I'm patient.
I'm an idiot.
I get myself into these situations.
I think I'm nice.
I believe I've tried.
I've been loyal.
I stopped seeing.
All that I do is for you.
All that I need is you.
Why cant I be like you?
Why cant I need less?
Why do I feel so unwanted?
Unloved?
I must have died.
I've been faithful.
I've been good.
I cook.
I clean.
I dance.
I'm patient.
I'm an idiot.
I get myself into these situations.
I think I'm nice.
I believe I've tried.
I've been loyal.
I stopped seeing.
All that I do is for you.
All that I need is you.
Why cant I be like you?
Why cant I need less?
Why do I feel so unwanted?
Unloved?
I must have died.
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