Marc Jacobs Watches
Why do i have Brand name phobia?
Age: 19 yrs old
Status : High school UPGRADING
Problem: day dreamer and a very lazy person, wannabe
I am so sick of my life. I am going on self-destructive path.I hav problem in managing my financial, physical,mental life.I struggle wid all the decisions i make.I am so crazy about brand name stuff (Prada, Chanel, loui vuitton ,YSL etc) I am crazy about brand name sandles, bags.The biggest spending which i hav done in the past 2 months is 300 bucks for marc by marc jacob glasses, 470 dollars for the coach bag.I am so addicted to the brand name stuff.Why ?because i would be participating in miss india 2010 contest . I am saving all this stuff for next years feb but the strangest truth is all the money i made came from bussing tables @ A&W.My parents are very nice i do free living, they pay my tuition fee, gas money etc.They want be to save my money 4 secure future .They r not aware of my spendings.Today i went to get chanel bag which was like 3000 bucks.I really wanted to get it. As soon i entered the shop , I was glancing over all the bags.I wanted the one lauren conrad hav in hills.The sales person was korean or something.She kept on askin me if i needed anyhelp and i asked her for the price of chanel bag she said its way more than the one you have rightnow ( Fake chanel ). It hurted me.I wanna stop spending my money.But obsession doesnt go away.I dont know even if i make to miss india 2010 or not.As i am below their standards.When i see all the stars having brand name bags, shoes i juz wanna purchase the same thing.Why am i like that?I wanna change?
hi just want to know wha u think … dont want to put alot in but would like your views thanks x
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My feet and ankles are so swollen , Im all hot and sweaty . My face don’t even start me about my face . All my make-up is off and I have panda eyes , so much for waterproof mascara ?
I hate flying , well the flying part is ok . Its the way you feel and look when you land .I wish you didn’t have to wait to get off the plane , you should land and be able to get off straight away . I mean you have already been sitting for eight hours getting the back of your chair kicked by some bratty kid who just want give up , but no, instead I have to wait and as if the kid wasn’t bad enough , the man sitting next to me is sweating more than me . Oh I just want off. Im now looking like a giraffe with a broken neck while im standing under the overhead baggage compartments waiting on the ding dong of the door being opened , why did I choose the window seat again ?.I bet Demi Moore doesn’t have to wait on the captain saying its time to get off , no of course not , she probably has a private jet , doesn’t she ?
So here I am finally off the plane standing in the toilets of JFK airport , looking at myself. I have my favourite top on that I bought back home out of Topshop ( on sale too , it was a bargain at £15 , just had to get it I told myself at the time . I mean you can’t pass up on a top at £15 on sale ).My Jane Norman jeans, stonewash , I love them .They are my old realiablies , you know the jeans you buy and wear that many times that your ass inprints in them !. Ok I’ve not wore them that many times but I have worn them quite a few times. So I take my make-up out my handbag , which is so big that the girl at check in at Heathrow asked if it was my luggage .
You know what I love a massive handbag , not only do they look great but you can fit just about your whole life in them. I have everything in mine from my make-up bag to safety pins. Anyway after my make-up has been fixed I head to that bit in the airport where your cases go round in a circle for about twenty minutes before you realise the first one out was yours. Oh yeah luggage claim , that’s what it’s called.
I’m standing with my big trolley waiting on my luggage thinking to myself mine will be the last one out because that’s my kind of luck , when hey to my delight mine is first out, maybe my luck is going to change here in New York .Thirty minutes later and im still waiting with my first case , feet killing me because i decided to wear my absolutely gorgeous Marc Jacobs heels over my comfy trainers. Why did I decide to wear them again ? Oh yes because im moving to New York to do my dream job as a stylist to the rich and famous. Im so excited. Just as I start to day dream about all the celebs im going to meet my other five cases come rolling round. Yep that’s right I don’t travel light , what can I say I love a sale ! .
I grab the first case and it comes off easy but then the second whirls past . “oh no” .
I try to grab the third and as I grab im starting to go round the carousel with the case. “Oh god , please stop”.
Everyone is now looking at me like im an alien and im sure I’ve heard a few sniggers too .
Finally I have all my cases on the trolley just about to leave and start my new life ( but as I have said my luck isn’t that good) my trolley wont move it’s too heavy!. After some time pulling and pushing “yes” finally its moving. I keep telling myself “Sophie don’t stop because if you do you wont be able to start again “.
Thank god im outside at the taxi rank. Wow they look different from London. New York taxi’s are bright yellow and have nice drivers who say things like ” hi doll , let me get your luggage in the trunk”, London taxi’s are big , black and he driver just sits in the front looking out the window , cigarette in hand , blows smoke in your face and says ” get in , where ya going ?”.
I’m pretty wealthy so I CAN afford the “real” versions of items. But especially in this economy, i’m buying cheaper versions of stuff, and my parents praise me for it. Have you ever bought cheaper versions?
Like:
Fuggs
Fake faux leather bags
and stuff similar to Ralph Lauren,Marc Jacobs,and Juicy.
i have already posted this but only got 1 answer would like a few opinions so if you could help me out that would be great. just really want to know what you think of a few paragraphs of 1 of my books thanks xx
My feet and ankles are so swollen , Im all hot and sweaty . My face don’t even start me about my face . All my make-up is off and I have panda eyes , so much for waterproof mascara ?
I hate flying , well the flying part is ok . Its the way you feel and look when you land .I wish you didn’t have to wait to get off the plane , you should land and be able to get off straight away . I mean you have already been sitting for eight hours getting the back of your chair kicked by some bratty kid who just want give up , but no, instead I have to wait and as if the kid wasn’t bad enough , the man sitting next to me is sweating more than me . Oh I just want off. Im now looking like a giraffe with a broken neck while im standing under the overhead baggage compartments waiting on the ding dong of the door being opened , why did I choose the window seat again ?.I bet Demi Moore doesn’t have to wait on the captain saying its time to get off , no of course not , she probably has a private jet , doesn’t she ?
So here I am finally off the plane standing in the toilets of JFK airport , looking at myself. I have my favourite top on that I bought back home out of Topshop ( on sale too , it was a bargain at £15 , just had to get it I told myself at the time . I mean you can’t pass up on a top at £15 on sale ).My Jane Norman jeans, stonewash , I love them .They are my old realiablies , you know the jeans you buy and wear that many times that your *** inprints in them !. Ok I’ve not wore them that many times but I have worn them quite a few times. So I take my make-up out my handbag , which is so big that the girl at check in at Heathrow asked if it was my luggage .
You know what I love a massive handbag , not only do they look great but you can fit just about your whole life in them. I have everything in mine from my make-up bag to safety pins. Anyway after my make-up has been fixed I head to that bit in the airport where your cases go round in a circle for about twenty minutes before you realise the first one out was yours. Oh yeah luggage claim , that’s what it’s called.
I’m standing with my big trolley waiting on my luggage thinking to myself mine will be the last one out because that’s my kind of luck , when hey to my delight mine is first out, maybe my luck is going to change here in New York .Thirty minutes later and im still waiting with my first case , feet killing me because i decided to wear my absolutely gorgeous Marc Jacobs heels over my comfy trainers. Why did I decide to wear them again ? Oh yes because im moving to New York to do my dream job as a stylist to the rich and famous. Im so excited. Just as I start to day dream about all the celebs im going to meet my other five cases come rolling round. Yep that’s right I don’t travel light , what can I say I love a sale ! .
I grab the first case and it comes off easy but then the second whirls past . “oh no” .
I try to grab the third and as I grab im starting to go round the carousel with the case. “Oh god , please stop”.
Everyone is now looking at me like im an alien and im sure I’ve heard a few sniggers too .
Finally I have all my cases on the trolley just about to leave and start my new life ( but as I have said my luck isn’t that good) my trolley wont move it’s too heavy!. After some time pulling and pushing “yes” finally its moving. I keep telling myself “Sophie don’t stop because if you do you wont be able to start again “.
Thank god im outside at the taxi rank. Wow they look different from London. New York taxi’s are bright yellow and have nice drivers who say things like ” hi doll , let me get your luggage in the trunk”, London taxi’s are big , black and he driver just sits in the front looking out the window , cigarette in hand , blows smoke in your face and says ” get in , where ya going ?”.
Hello^^
One of my co-workers spent little bit over 3,000 buying some Marc Jacob’s and etc…. items for Christmeas gifts.
And later he found out that the items he bought from one of the online stores are all fake.
He called that online store and asked them to refund the money because they are fake. They first denied and when he told them that he is going to report them to U.S. Gov’t they agreed to refund the money back.
My co-worker is so upset about their attitude and now he has to collect all the gifts back.
That’s shame.
He wants to report their company and he tried to contact Marc Jacobs but they unreachable.
Please help!!!
I need 2 know what stores r common on the east coast(US) that sell desginer handbags (micheal kors, marc jacob, etc.) at a cheap price. but, they can’t be fake
hi im writing a book and would love to know your views xx
hi i am writing a book or trying to lol ! just want to know your opinions please , thank u xx
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My feet and ankles are swollen, I’m all hot and sweaty. My face don’t even start me about my face. All my make-up is off and I have panda eyes; so much for waterproof mascara.
I hate flying, not the actual up in the .sky part. Its the way you feel and look when you land. I wish you didn’t have to wait to get off the plan , you should land and be able to get off straight away. I mean you have already been sitting for eight hours getting the back of your chair kicked by some bratty kid who just want give up, but no, instead I have to wait and as if the kid wasn’t bad enough , the man sitting next to me is sweating. Oh I just want off. Im now looking like a giraffe with a broken neck while im standing under the overhead baggage compartments waiting on the ding dong of the door being opened, why did I choose the window seat again? I bet Demi Moore doesn’t have to wait on the captain saying its time to get off, no of course not, she probably has a private jet doesn’t she?
So here I am finally off the plane standing in the toilets of JFK airport, looking at myself. I have my favourite top on that I bought back home out of Topshop ( on sale too, it was a bargain at £15, I mean you can’t pass up on a top at £15 on sale ).My Jane Norman jeans, stonewash, I love them. They are my old realiablies, you know the jeans you buy and wear that many times that your *** inprints in them !. Ok I’ve not wore them that many times but I have worn them quite a few times. So I take my make-up out my handbag, which is so big that the girl at check in at Heathrow asked if it was my luggage.
You know what I love a massive handbag, not only do they look great but you can fit just about your whole life in them. I have everything in mine from my make-up bag to safety pins. Anyway after my make-up has been fixed I head to that bit in the airport where your cases go round in a circle for about twenty minutes before you realise the first one out was yours. Oh yeah luggage claim, that’s what it’s called.
I’m standing with my big trolley waiting on my luggage thinking to myself mine will be the last one out because that’s my kind of luck, when hey to my delight mine is first out. Maybe my luck is going to change here in New York. Thirty minutes later and im still waiting with my first case, feet killing me because if decided to wear my absolutely gorgeous Marc Jacobs heels over my comfortable trainers. Why did I decide to wear them again? Oh yes because im moving to New York to do my dream job as a stylist to the rich and famous. Im so excited. Just as I start to day dream about all the celebrities I am going to meet my other five cases come rolling round. Yep that’s right I don’t travel light, what can I say I love a sale!.
I grab the first case and it comes off easy but then the second whirls past. “oh no” .
I try to grab the third and as I grab im starting to go round the carousel with the case. “Oh god , please stop”.
Everyone is now looking at me like im an alien and im sure I’ve heard a few sniggers too .
Finally I have all my cases on the trolley just about to leave and start my new life ( but as I have said my luck isn’t that good) my trolley wont move ; it’s too heavy!. After some time pulling and pushing “yes” finally its moving. I keep telling myself “Sophie don’t stop because if you do you wont be able to start again “.
Thank god im outside at the taxi rank. Wow they look different from London. New York taxi’s are bright yellow and have nice drivers who say things like ” hi doll, let me get your luggage in the trunk”. London taxi’s are big, black and he driver just sits in the front looking out the window, cigarette in hand, blows smoke in your face and says ” get in where ya going ?”.
I have only been in the cab about twenty minutes and i already know the drivers name his three kids names and his ex wife’s name. I cant wait to see my new apartment.
” shouldn’t be long now doll , ten more minutes” shouts Eddie .
its fiction xx
I am looking for a bag/purse for back to school. I want it to be designer but I can’t afford the big priced ones. I want one that looks real but doesn’t cost an arm and a leg. My favorite is Marc Jacobs. So if you know any websites let me know please! (Even if its not only just Marc Jacobs).
i have already posted this but only got 1 answer would like a few opinions so if you could help me out that would be great. just really want to know what you think of a few paragraphs of 1 of my books thanks xx
My feet and ankles are so swollen , Im all hot and sweaty . My face don’t even start me about my face . All my make-up is off and I have panda eyes , so much for waterproof mascara ?
I hate flying , well the flying part is ok . Its the way you feel and look when you land .I wish you didn’t have to wait to get off the plane , you should land and be able to get off straight away . I mean you have already been sitting for eight hours getting the back of your chair kicked by some bratty kid who just want give up , but no, instead I have to wait and as if the kid wasn’t bad enough , the man sitting next to me is sweating more than me . Oh I just want off. Im now looking like a giraffe with a broken neck while im standing under the overhead baggage compartments waiting on the ding dong of the door being opened , why did I choose the window seat again ?.I bet Demi Moore doesn’t have to wait on the captain saying its time to get off , no of course not , she probably has a private jet , doesn’t she ?
So here I am finally off the plane standing in the toilets of JFK airport , looking at myself. I have my favourite top on that I bought back home out of Topshop ( on sale too , it was a bargain at £15 , just had to get it I told myself at the time . I mean you can’t pass up on a top at £15 on sale ).My Jane Norman jeans, stonewash , I love them .They are my old realiablies , you know the jeans you buy and wear that many times that your *** inprints in them !. Ok I’ve not wore them that many times but I have worn them quite a few times. So I take my make-up out my handbag , which is so big that the girl at check in at Heathrow asked if it was my luggage .
You know what I love a massive handbag , not only do they look great but you can fit just about your whole life in them. I have everything in mine from my make-up bag to safety pins. Anyway after my make-up has been fixed I head to that bit in the airport where your cases go round in a circle for about twenty minutes before you realise the first one out was yours. Oh yeah luggage claim , that’s what it’s called.
I’m standing with my big trolley waiting on my luggage thinking to myself mine will be the last one out because that’s my kind of luck , when hey to my delight mine is first out, maybe my luck is going to change here in New York .Thirty minutes later and im still waiting with my first case , feet killing me because i decided to wear my absolutely gorgeous Marc Jacobs heels over my comfy trainers. Why did I decide to wear them again ? Oh yes because im moving to New York to do my dream job as a stylist to the rich and famous. Im so excited. Just as I start to day dream about all the celebs im going to meet my other five cases come rolling round. Yep that’s right I don’t travel light , what can I say I love a sale ! .
I grab the first case and it comes off easy but then the second whirls past . “oh no” .
I try to grab the third and as I grab im starting to go round the carousel with the case. “Oh god , please stop”.
Everyone is now looking at me like im an alien and im sure I’ve heard a few sniggers too .
Finally I have all my cases on the trolley just about to leave and start my new life ( but as I have said my luck isn’t that good) my trolley wont move it’s too heavy!. After some time pulling and pushing “yes” finally its moving. I keep telling myself “Sophie don’t stop because if you do you wont be able to start again “.
Thank god im outside at the taxi rank. Wow they look different from London. New York taxi’s are bright yellow and have nice drivers who say things like ” hi doll , let me get your luggage in the trunk”, London taxi’s are big , black and he driver just sits in the front looking out the window , cigarette in hand , blows smoke in your face and says ” get in , where ya going ?”.
hi i am writing a book or trying to lol ! just want to know your opinions please , thank u xx
1
My feet and ankles are swollen, I’m all hot and sweaty. My face don’t even start me about my face. All my make-up is off and I have panda eyes; so much for waterproof mascara.
I hate flying, not the actual up in the .sky part. Its the way you feel and look when you land. I wish you didn’t have to wait to get off the plan , you should land and be able to get off straight away. I mean you have already been sitting for eight hours getting the back of your chair kicked by some bratty kid who just want give up, but no, instead I have to wait and as if the kid wasn’t bad enough , the man sitting next to me is sweating. Oh I just want off. Im now looking like a giraffe with a broken neck while im standing under the overhead baggage compartments waiting on the ding dong of the door being opened, why did I choose the window seat again? I bet Demi Moore doesn’t have to wait on the captain saying its time to get off, no of course not, she probably has a private jet doesn’t she?
So here I am finally off the plane standing in the toilets of JFK airport, looking at myself. I have my favourite top on that I bought back home out of Topshop ( on sale too, it was a bargain at £15, I mean you can’t pass up on a top at £15 on sale ).My Jane Norman jeans, stonewash, I love them. They are my old realiablies, you know the jeans you buy and wear that many times that your ass inprints in them !. Ok I’ve not wore them that many times but I have worn them quite a few times. So I take my make-up out my handbag, which is so big that the girl at check in at Heathrow asked if it was my luggage.
You know what I love a massive handbag, not only do they look great but you can fit just about your whole life in them. I have everything in mine from my make-up bag to safety pins. Anyway after my make-up has been fixed I head to that bit in the airport where your cases go round in a circle for about twenty minutes before you realise the first one out was yours. Oh yeah luggage claim, that’s what it’s called.
I’m standing with my big trolley waiting on my luggage thinking to myself mine will be the last one out because that’s my kind of luck, when hey to my delight mine is first out. Maybe my luck is going to change here in New York. Thirty minutes later and im still waiting with my first case, feet killing me because if decided to wear my absolutely gorgeous Marc Jacobs heels over my comfortable trainers. Why did I decide to wear them again? Oh yes because im moving to New York to do my dream job as a stylist to the rich and famous. Im so excited. Just as I start to day dream about all the celebrities I am going to meet my other five cases come rolling round. Yep that’s right I don’t travel light, what can I say I love a sale!.
I grab the first case and it comes off easy but then the second whirls past. “oh no” .
I try to grab the third and as I grab im starting to go round the carousel with the case. “Oh god , please stop”.
Everyone is now looking at me like im an alien and im sure I’ve heard a few sniggers too .
Finally I have all my cases on the trolley just about to leave and start my new life ( but as I have said my luck isn’t that good) my trolley wont move ; it’s too heavy!. After some time pulling and pushing “yes” finally its moving. I keep telling myself “Sophie don’t stop because if you do you wont be able to start again “.
Thank god im outside at the taxi rank. Wow they look different from London. New York taxi’s are bright yellow and have nice drivers who say things like ” hi doll, let me get your luggage in the trunk”. London taxi’s are big, black and he driver just sits in the front looking out the window, cigarette in hand, blows smoke in your face and says ” get in where ya going ?”.
I have only been in the cab about twenty minutes and i already know the drivers name his three kids names and his ex wife’s name. I cant wait to see my new apartment.
” shouldn’t be long now doll , ten more minutes” shouts Eddie .
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