Hey, the blog is not very fresh lately so I’m here to inject a little sugar and ever-so-scandalous spice.

First and foremost, I’d have to tell all my readers about the book that I’m currently mulling over. It’s none other than “The Devil Wears Prada”. And trust me; the book is really a thousand times better than its already fantabulous cover. I know, it’s really superficial of my sweet self to be comparing book covers…but oh well…I’m a ditzy bitch after all…la la la….

Here’s the gist of the little tale, all condensed and summed up. It’s about this girl, Andrea she’s called, an unassuming plain Jane. She gets this job that every girl would die for at Runway magazine. Not very long into it, she feels that she could die from the job instead. Her boss, to whom she assists, is an impossible bitch and calls her up to do piddling tasks at her whim and fancy. Andrea darling is driven mad. But what could she do? Her boss, Miranda Priestly was the high priestess in the fashion and publishing scene with all the power and money in the world. Dior totes were used as trash receptacles and Hermes scarves were disposable. Fuck. I wish I was the freaking rubbish collector…sigh

Anyway, she gets these charming little Pradas, Guccis, Jimmy Choos, Marc Jacobs, Sevens, La Perlas, Tods, Ferragamos, Hermes, Armanis ,Versaces and my favourite Manolos from the gay guys that give them to her as a form of charity. The entire office is either female or gay anyway…I’d wish I were her, sans the stupid, totally ridiculous and unreasonable boss. Sigh…

Well, I haven’t quite finished it yet, so I’ll probably be updating this according to my progress. I’m hard at work at it.

Sort of spontaneously reconciled with Him again after the friendship got sort of kind of rocky. Then my mom talked to his and bla bla bla…

This whole fashion thing has totally invaded both of my braincells, fuelled by America’s Next Top Model and this book. Had conversation with mom yesterday, another fashion maven. This I how it went.

Ryans: I think I need a pair of Ferragamos.

Moms: (to those who don’t know, my mom speaks good English and is like Jasbir Number 2) Look at the amount of shoes you have. And the clothes. Do you know that I have to pack your cupboard everyday because the heaps of clothes keep toppling over.

Ryans: But...

Moms: How many feet do you have?

Ryans: Two

Moms: Then why do you need them for?

Ryans: To look respectable.

Moms: To which community may I ask? (she pokes fun at the me-being-gay-thing. She’s cool about it anyway…)

Ryans: To look respectable to myself. Period. Hmphhh…(me is losing cool)

Moms: That reminds me, I’ll get a pair for myself (she does this to irritate me)

Another fruitful conversation…yah rite…