In my head, I'm writing this in a gorgeous, albeit it small upper-east side apartment with a view overlooking buzzing Manhattan; contemplating the closet full of dresses and manolos; wondering what nightclub or private party I'll be attending tonight...all in all, living the life of a 30something socialite in New York. Instead, the reality is, the only view that I've got out of my bedroom in north London, is that of drawn curtains (mine; I live on the ground floor and my room faces the street...opening them would be like an open invitation into my life) and its 7pm on a weekend and I'm watching other people life live on tv.
I've got the case of the 'carrie'. This is something that happens a lot...even menial task like lunch with my 3 girlfriends brings up the 'OMG, this is just like Sex and the City' comment. Don't get me wrong, I love the show (apparently, I'm a Miranda) but I'm wondering, when did we start to base our reality on TV shows? should it not be the other way around? Yes, I would not say my life is exciting...but whose is? (indulge me on this and don't go 'well...today I went here and met so and so and tonight, blah blah blah')...my point is: a week's activity fitted in a 45minute show is bound to be interesting and funfilled...I could make my 9-5 day to day bore be interesting for 45minute...well, maybe not...
Its not just Carrie and SATC, I find that I do this to most characters I like; when my hair is looking unusually good and I woke up that 10 minute extra to slap some make up on, I find myself thinking I could be the Natalie Portman character that walks in slow motion while Damien Rice croons 'blower's daughter'...until I catch a glimpse of my reflection on a shop window. Lately though, since its sunny outside, that reflection has been looking quite good...mostly due to the fact that I'm wearing sunglasses (the only good thing about summer) that covers half of my face although my friends tell me its probably because when I wear my sunglasses, I cant see too well (i'm not blind without my glasses but lets just say that things are a bit fuzzy). Suffice to say, this blog will be like any other venture of mine; done to make my life that tiny bit more exciting and interesting...that and give me space to vent when my friends are sick of listening.
I've got the case of the 'carrie'. This is something that happens a lot...even menial task like lunch with my 3 girlfriends brings up the 'OMG, this is just like Sex and the City' comment. Don't get me wrong, I love the show (apparently, I'm a Miranda) but I'm wondering, when did we start to base our reality on TV shows? should it not be the other way around? Yes, I would not say my life is exciting...but whose is? (indulge me on this and don't go 'well...today I went here and met so and so and tonight, blah blah blah')...my point is: a week's activity fitted in a 45minute show is bound to be interesting and funfilled...I could make my 9-5 day to day bore be interesting for 45minute...well, maybe not...
Its not just Carrie and SATC, I find that I do this to most characters I like; when my hair is looking unusually good and I woke up that 10 minute extra to slap some make up on, I find myself thinking I could be the Natalie Portman character that walks in slow motion while Damien Rice croons 'blower's daughter'...until I catch a glimpse of my reflection on a shop window. Lately though, since its sunny outside, that reflection has been looking quite good...mostly due to the fact that I'm wearing sunglasses (the only good thing about summer) that covers half of my face although my friends tell me its probably because when I wear my sunglasses, I cant see too well (i'm not blind without my glasses but lets just say that things are a bit fuzzy). Suffice to say, this blog will be like any other venture of mine; done to make my life that tiny bit more exciting and interesting...that and give me space to vent when my friends are sick of listening.
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