Bright Lights, Long Nights

In between officially getting over and done with VIP, watching My Sister's Keeper and bawling my eyes out and hitting the gym, I managed to, in the past twelve hours, finish watching all the episodes of MTV's The City.

I never bothered watching it before, especially because I've watched The Hills several times and despised the imbecilic antics and drama they would get into. Oh, poor little rich girl is crying because two guys are in love with her and she is in love with someone else.

Anyway, this afternoon, while waiting for everybody to get back from lunch, I watched an episode online and I was hooked! It was probably also because it is set in NYC, and I would get excited everytime I see something familiar.

And it's also because all the girls are just starting out in their careers, and even though I think I'm not starting out in the business, being out of a job now puts me in perspective, or at least gets me thinking about what I want to be doing. For the longest time, well, at least for the last five years as long as I've been seeing my name in magazines, I thought this is what I want to be doing for the rest of my life. I get such a rush, and I love it so much.

Yet, what VIP has done to me, and to my former colleagues has left a bad taste in my mouth. The thing is, it's not only VIP - the people behind Lexean and Smitten, the company called Viscion Media Group has screwed a whole load of people over and left them high and dry. Similarly with Catalog Magazine.

I don't know, now I guess on one hand I feel that I'm stuck in a rut trying to find my footing again, but on the other, I think I might be on the brink of something new. I wish it were easier to pack up and leave for somewhere else.

It's strange, having to worry about the economy, because during the last Asian Financial Crisis in 2003, while people were losing their jobs, I was just out of secondary school and I have absolutely nothing to worry about. Now, it's a whole different ball game all together and it's deathly terrifying.

Anyway, back to The City. Watching all the episodes has made me realise a few things:

1. I love Whitney's hair, and the way she dresses. 2. Beautiful people are insecure. And they have major trust issues. 3. Beautiful people don't eat. They drink a lot of wine, down a lot of tequila shots, and they meet at coffee joints to sit for a bit and talk about boys. 4. Drama, drama, drama.

Speaking of drama, more drama has ensued in my life, although this time, not all major, and not all negative. My Macbook died on Monday morning - I wept a bit, cursing and swearing about how "my life sucks" and "everything was f*cking up one after another", moped for a day and then got on with it. My hard drive had crashed, and after forking over $400, I'm hoping I'll get my baby back within the next two days. As nice as it is watching my favourite American TV trash on my brother's larger-than-life PC monitor, it is a PC and I tend to be allergic to it. PC's a dirty word, ya know? ;)

And... a past flame has resurfaced! Which is interesting, because I wasn't expecting it at all. But, I'm not crossing my fingers, or planning my wedding just yet [hah!], so don't get too excited.

Back to The City [jumbled thoughts happen when you're blogging at 0439hrs], I really like Erin's hair. I wish I can pull off bangs as well as she can, but my wavy hair gets ultra high maintenance with bangs. [What do you think, Andrea "absofab" Claire? You may be half a world away, but you still have to make all hair-related decisions for me.] She looks cute, no?

Best Erin quote? "The best way to get over a guy is to get under another." Hah! Love it!

P.S.: Anybody knows how to fix my navigation bar appearing in two lines instead of one? Happens only on PCs, I think? P.P.S.: Anybody wants to whip up a new site banner for me? I'll be very grateful!