And so is my hunt for watches. After a few years of cheap Pasar Malam watches (I'm easily contented you see), I've decided that it is time to own my very own real decent watch.
At this point, I am reminded of the squeal that Louise let out when her boss Carrie gave her a Louis Vuitton handbag as Christmas gift in Sex and the City and quipped "No more rentals..." "OMG, I finally have my very own Louis Vuitton!"
Thanks to the wide circle of friends I network, this friend said he knows of another friend working in City Chain and so would be able to get the watch at staff price. Excellent!
A friend of mine once commented "A watch speakth volume about the character of a man".
So presenting to you, ladies and gentleman, the watch that reveals everything about my character!
And what does CYMA got to do with Sex and the City besides the parallel that the watch elicits in me in the same way that the LV bag did for Louise?
Nothing. Haha.. I just want to make a point that Sex and the City is worth watching and is nothing like the sleaziness, bitchess and rauchiness that some of my friends claimed to be.
It's more than those. Armed with smuggled Long John's crispy chicken set and well ensconced in my seat, I was feated to a very Americanised introduction of the four characters - Carrie (herself making the introduction), Samantha, Miranda and Charlotte. Americanised in the way that the introduction is very forthcoming, and the very no-apologies-in-your-face way of how the four women lead their modern lives.
Careers, sex life, friends - the ingredients of a grown up woman living in New York City... all these four seem to be in well control, but as the film would mean to show, affairs of marriage and love are the matters that they would self-righteously defend (or reject) only to be defeated by themselves. Now if this doesn't make any sense, there are two possible reasons - (I) My English is bad or (II) You haven't watch Sex and the City!!
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