"I believe in manicures. I believe in overdressing. I believe in primping at leisure and wearing lipstick. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing; kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day, and I believe in miracles."- Audrey Hepburn

Jun 6, 2010

L's


“Years after years, twenty-something women come to New York City to look for the two L’s: Labels and Love”- Sex and the City

I used to dream of being the twenty-something woman who lives in an apartment in the middle of Manhattan, wakes up to go exercises in Central Park, grabs a coffee in Starbucks and gets off the metro to work. I dream of walking on 5th avenue in an Armani suit, Manolo Blahnik heels accompanied by a Vivienne Tam customized design laptop in a matching Chanel boho bag. Then, after the stressful office hours, I would be able to go out to fancy dinners with friends in a Dior dress or relax at a bar in Rock and Republic jeans, DKNY tank top and jewelry from Vivienne Westwood.
I read Vogue and Deluxe Properties magazines. I want to spend my vacations at high luxury resorts all over the worlds, go to W Retreat and Spa in Maldives for my honeymoon or get away from the city for the weekend and relax at the Dior Spa at Plaza Athéné in Paris.
‘Such luxury life.’ My friend told me.
Why not? I wonder. If I plan on working hard and earning my own money, why can’t I live the life that millions of people around the world live without even working hard and earning their own money? Why can’t I giving myself the luxury treat that I want? It’s only ‘Label’, certainly. But what’s wrong with a love for labels?
When I’m home, I go out with friends to nice coffee shops, have dinners at fancy places and spend money on shopping that I would normally do not while I’m in the US. My sister says that I only go out with guys who can pay for my sushi dinner at sky lounges or who comes pick me up in fancy SH and Airblade, and that I prefer guys who have to be considerate to the point of picking me up with cars when it rains or driving all the way to Phan Thiet to get me my favorite dish.
‘You’re so materialistic.’ My sister said.
Why not? I wonder. If they are all nice guys who make me feel like I deserve the best, why can’t I treat myself to moments of happiness, even if they are only brief moments? If they can take dozen of girls out during their summers, why can’t I go out with dozen of guys during mine? It’s not ‘Love’, certainly. But what’s wrong with a love for ‘being loved’?
For the time being, while I am not making any money and aiming to build a family, what’s wrong with dressing in conventional clothes while reading Vogue and admire designer outfits and what’s wrong with having flings while waiting for the certain one to settle down with?
I’m reaching the point of being the twenty-something soon, and I wonder if I'm still looking for the two big L’s like I used to. After all, they are all Lies.
[az]
06.06.10


2 comments:

  1. Like.
    :)
    I don't read those magazines and dream about that kinda lifestyle, but I do enjoy being treated nicely by the guys (if they make the money themselves.) ;))
    Why not?
    Thiệc chứ giờ lỡ có anh đại gia nào đó đối xử tốt với mình :)) chắc tui cũng sẽ dzui, vì tại sao họ lại chọn mình mà ko phải Tăng Thanh Hà chứ?

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  2. Ui, nhiều lúc cũng nghĩ vậy, đi chơi với các anh đại gia thì thấy tự nhiên mình được special hơn hẳn, được chiều chuộng nên ai mà ko thấy vui. Phải mà kiếm được anh nào tự thân vận động làm ra tiền, biết quan tâm chăm sóc, dễ thương, hiền lành, ko đại gia chắc cũng khó. Mà lúc đó chắc chọn Tăng Thanh Hà hết rồi >.<

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