And the Devil was right after all…

16 Feb

Been feeling very low this week, wanting to watch something that ‘ll lighten up my mood and so I searched for some old movies inside my hard drive and decided to watch ‘The Devil Wears Prada’ once again. After all this was a perfect choice, not only because of my fond amusement with Anne Hathaway’s acting and with all the fashion world which I’m also kinda into, (but like what Miranda told Andy–Do you like Fashion??,,well it depends on the style) I was never really fashionable in a good sense. It was a bit of a wake-up call for me, especially relating myself so much with Andy’s character of whom an intelligent person struggles on getting the “wrong Job” but turned out that this job she had taken for granted from the start, became what she needed to help get her inner strong-self out.

I realized many things and it hits me once again, that I’d been a whiner for the past years not making any actions to improve myself even down to the simplest things which I didn’t took seriously. Sometimes when we become too confident about ourselves, we tend to overlook small things when combined was actually a big part of what hinder us from growing. I admit, right now I’m still on the process of being a responsible person, even far worst from a full grown women. This made sense, I was analyzing myself what went wrong with me for years; by simply putting on a nice set of clothes, waking up early for work, pampering myself–all these simple things summed up to not loving the whole me. A friend (whose also struggling by the way) kept on telling me to start with loving myself first and all the great things will follow.

There’s this part of the movie wherein Andy was so disappointed on how Miranda controlled one  situation hurting one of her most loyal Nigel, said to her face that she will never become the same person as her and the Devil replied that she, unconsciously already became her. She quoted: “well you already did it”…you actually chose this”. Frankly, this path never did came into my mind before, but as I whine more and more everyday, it did become my choice.

Another scene that hits me big-time goes like this:

Nigel: Andy, be serious. You are not trying. You are whining. What is it that you want me to say to you, huh? Do you want me to say, “Poor you. Miranda’s picking on you. Poor you. Poor Andy”? Hmm? Wake up, six. Shes just doing her job. Don’t you know that you are working at the place that published some of the greatest artists of the century? Halston, Lagerfeld, de la Renta. And what they did, what they created was greater than art because you live your life in it. Well, not you, obviously, but some people. You think this is just a magazine, hmm? This is not just a magazine. This is a shining beacon of hope for… oh, I don’t know… lets say a young boy growing up in Rhode Island with six brothers pretending to go to soccer practice when he was really going to sewing class and reading Runway under the covers at night with a flashlight. You have no idea how many legends have walked these halls. And whats worse, you don’t care. Because this place, where so many people would die to work you only deign to work. And you want to know why she doesn’t kiss you on the forehead and give you a gold star on your homework at the end of the day. Wake up, sweetheart.

Wake-up call…need to start working my way up now before I lose myself again.

2 Responses to “And the Devil was right after all…”

  1. bev February 23, 2011 at 5:49 am #

    gosh…looks like i need to watch that movie again…lols…feeling fashionista…fashionable mom…: )

    • thintin12 February 23, 2011 at 5:59 am #

      yeah bev you should…I know,,,you’re more kikay than me :)

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