Fighting temptations: Thou shall covet thy neighbor’s LV

If you want me to go weak in the knees, say the magic word, baby.

Louis Vuitton.

Fine. They’re burning LV bagaholics at the stake now. Just go to the chismis sites who crucify LV, Chanel and Gucci lovers as perpetrators of grave social sins (but then again, this deserves a separate blog entry).

Last Wednesday, as I was taking a break from a 16-hour stint in the office, I managed to scour through e-bay Philippines sans any purpose.

First keyword in mind: Louis Vuitton.

As I went through the search results page… scroll down, down, down…

Voila!

Darling, what do we have here?

An LV Bel Air sling bag-briefcase!

I’m in luuuuuurv.

This 1997-2000 beauty was being auctioned off quite reasonably.

I only had one apprehension in mind: Is it authentic, considering that I found it in ebay?

I looked at the seller’s online reputation and rating. She is quite stellar – given a 100% positive rating by all her customers.

Immediately, I signed up in the auction site, got in touch with the seller, asked questions, requested for more close-up shots and placed my bid.

Naturally, I won the bid since cosmo Manila is more predisposed to purchasing the Speedy, the bucket and other more popular Vuittons.

This afternoon, as heavy rains drenched Manila, I drove to the mall to meet Cyndi, the fab seller who is also a bag enthusiast like me.

I now have, in my hand, the Bel Air sling bag.

Not one ounce of regret that I made the bid. No, it wasn’t bought on impulse since I thought about it for days. I obsessed over it as manifested by two sleepless nights and by my incessant staring at its photo in my laptop.

La Belle Air and I were meant to be together.

After slaving off in the office the entire week and not sleeping a wink last night getting worried sick of Boyfriend --- I most definitely deserve it.

*huge smile plastered on my face*

Sunday morning: coffee, thesis and a movie

I woke up early today. 8:30 am on a Sunday morning is early in my definition.

Hours and hours of sleep did me a lot of good.

So I am on thesis mode again. With coffee, a cigarette stick… and an HBO movie.

In the middle of lines and lines of words and paragraphs on global warming, I just thought about him. And us.

There’s a line in Taye Diggs’ movie (The Best Man, 1999), spoken by his long-time girlfriend: “Maybe if I meet them then I will know what’s holding you back to me.”

What is holding you back?

Doubts? Fear that I will leave? That I will not stick around?

What about fears of my own? That you will leave? That you will not stick around?

I have them all – in their full darkness and pain.

But I have faith.

And I continue to believe.

I just hope I wake up one Sunday morning finding you in the same walk of faith.

In me, in you.

In us.