Beyond the Blonde

Hey people!

This is my second time writing this as my computer just shut down itself when I left it there for less than 5 minutes.
I blame the computer.

Anyways, I started reading chick lit again.

There is actually a whole story behind this sudden action.
First, I love reading chick lit.
Then when I started joining debate, I started finding chick lit a bit shallow and started reading books by Jodi Picoult and Reader's Digest instead.
When I started getting REALLY involve in debate, in order to be better in debate, I got to buck up on my general knowledge and world politics and therefore started reading magazines like TIME.

Now I can proudly say that I know what is happening in Sudan and Urumqi, I know Susilo Bambang, I know what is the ICC and the cap and trade system.=D

Call me show off, but when someone knows things like this, who wouldn't be happy?
Well, at least I would.

But after proudly breaking third, I guess the seriousness caught up with me and I just want to break free from all of it and thus leading me to read chick lit again.

So now I am reading this book called beyond the blonde.



This book is not the typical chick lit.
It's not girl likes boy, boy likes girl, they break up, they marry.
This book is about hair.
Yes, hair.

Basically, it's about this small town girl coming too New York and climbing her way to the top to be the best colourist in the city. It's about how she did it, the things she went through, the people she met which are obviously high society rich women.

This book just make me wonder about all the rich women of Upper East Side.

No one can deny that they are constantly talk about regardless whether through word of mouth or written about in story books again and again and again.
But that is only because their life is what many want but can only hope for and admire at.
It is as if there is a clear glass panel separating these two lives. You can put both palms on it, cheeks pressed on the glass and stare into it ever so clearly but that is as far as one can go.

Sitting in a cab driving pass 5th Avenue, just look out and you shall see many women dresses head to toe in designer.(Preferably a Dolce dress, knee length 4 inch high Jimmy Choos and a big Balenciaga to top it off. Oh, lets not forget bout the Dior sunnies.)They will just walk from shop to shop coming out with more and more paper bags carried by their driver, which will put all these bags into the Mercedes.(Tinted windows of course)



These people, you can read about them in magazines.
Clinking champagne glasses in their penthouse, having small talk they will forget about next morning and just look so carefree.

Their lives, no one can deny, is what many would want to live. Summer at the Hamptons, winter at the Maldives, getting in the most exclusive of clubs and sitting front row at the fashion show in Milan.

I wouldn't mind living like that.
Who WOULD MIND living like that?

I believe that one of the reasons I want to live such a successful live when I grow up is because of books like this.
It's good actually. It gives motivation.=D

Till then, I shall continue to be motivated.

PS. Today my school had a book fair which I went and start to want to buy 5 books.
Ironically, none of them are chick lit.