Some Like it Haute

I woke up not-too-bright (let's just blame it on the downpour) and early (we caught the first show of the day) for the movie.

The verdict?

Love it. Every bit of it. Right down to ickle darling pendant bobs hanging off Anne Hathaway's coveted Chanel necklaces.

In all honesty, I almost suffered from brain damage with Plum Skyes's Bergdorf Blonds and Sophie Kinsella's Shopholic chronicles did little to settle my badly startled nerves. Having learnt my lesson the hard way, I refused to read the Devilish book as I was worried by the sheer frivolity that would make Elle Woods look sane.

I caught the movie because a. Hello Meryl Streep? and b.after watching Brokeback, I thought Anne Hathaway was worthy of my eight bucks.

Hey cmon. Princess Diaries? We all have our Dark Ages.

The movie plusated with high energy and at an hour and half long, it was adequate because I have such a short attention span. Two minutes into the chic-adelic opening scenes, I whispered to yang, "I need a new haircut.. Need to re-dye my hair.. "

And she whispered back, "I need to shop for new clothes.. and shoes.. "

The rest of the movie resembled a bubbling cauldron of "cry me a river" couture and blinding tribute to Chanel tweed. Oh, don't get me started on tweed..

Anne Hathaway was our likable heroine and Meryl Streep was divine. By the way, I thought the are-you-there-are-you-not wrinkles on the latter's almost flawless face were beautiful. And I meant that in the nicest way. I guess after watching inflammable beings on the Emmys, Meryl Streep's natural look was a touchdown. Having said that, you won't catch me sun-tanning anytime soon.

Did you enjoy it, darrelle?

A bitter pill to swallow.

I know jolly well that I should made my grienviences known ALOUD, instead of justing blogging about it and waiting for the perpetrator to read it. Truth is, I just need to get it off my heart- I don't expect a follow-up nor do I require any explanations to be made. Approaching the issue in person would only blow things out of proportion so I am just going to vent it out on my blog.

Anger Management 101.

Anway, this happened just before lunch and someone accused me of something bailing-out -but-not-quite on lunch. For a split second, I was half-miffed half-ludicrious totally-aghast because she was UTTERLY GUILTY of BAILING-OUT-BUT-NOT-QUITE on previous occasions HERSELF.

There, I have said my peace. I am going to take two deeps breaths, shrug it off and attempt to return to Zen mode.