I Didn't Steal Your Boyfriend

Sweet-faced Winona Ryder is at it again! This time, she set off the theft alarm in a US department store and caught with unpaid cosmetics in her tote. Surely the wealthy Ms Ryder can afford to pay for her own mascara, lipsticks and rouge. Also, isn't one of the perks of being a hollywood celebrity is getting free cosmetics thrown at your face from all directions? Lancome, Estee Lauder, Max Factor - the list goes on. A quick research on the internet points out to Nina G that 'kleptomania' is in fact a mental disorder. Apparently, 'kleptomaniacs' steal uncontrollaby without realisation. The definition of 'kleptomania' is only confined to theft of things of little or no value like pens, paper clips, packets of sugar and tic-tacs. Sadly, the definition does not extend to theft of your best friend's boyfriend, you sister's husband or your colleague's bright ideas. Or, in Nina G's tragic case - her highly prized rolodex with contacts of A-listers, plastic surgeons and every single other VVIP in town.

She remains nonplussed about this situation. This only re-affirms her belief of trusting no one. Nina G is aware that this is the work of some doe-eyed, enthusiastic, pixie-faced newly qualified college graduate. Beneath the surface of fragility always lies a scheming and crafty mind. Somewhere out there, someone wants the mighty Nina G to fall. But these greenhorns forget that there is a hurricane in Nina G that will strip them bare in an instant!

It's All About The Money

Nina G is in awe of the slut that is Ashley Alexandria Dupre - a 22 year old high class call girl who is responsible for the fall of former New York governor Eliot Spitzer (client 9). As an 'employee' of the Emperor's VIP club prostitute ring, she stands to earn anything from US$4,000 to US$10,000 per session with a client. And not just any client. We are talking about influential gentlemen with high paying jobs, families and an unabashed deviant sexual fantasy who are willing to pay a hefty fee for a taste of the occasional discreet fun. Well, not so discreet anymore.

Following Nina G's previous entry on her career dilemma, a lightbulb has sparked in her rather 'hard to tame' mind. All her life she has stringently lived by a rule book - obtain good grades at school then, graduate from university with a sensible degree (nothing too arty) and get a secure, reasonably paying but dull as hell job to pay the bills, put food on the table and fulfill her filial piety duties as an obedient daughter. She has had enough. It's time to tear the rule book to pieces and live life dangerously. Nina G decides on a career sea-change. To hell with cake making, life coaching and the like. Her only quest now is to obtain two very crucial phone numbers - one, the number of a renowned plastic surgeon that can perform minor miracles and two, the number of the pimp that operates the insidious Emperor's VIP Club. It's time to make real money and some headlines. Ka-ching!

Let The River Run

Let the river run
Let all the dreamers
Wake the nation
Come, the new Jerusalem

...sings two-time Grammy winner Carly Simon for the soundtrack of Working Girl - a movie starring the bimbo sounding Melanie Griffith as a dutiful but scheming PA and the tough and kunckle down bitch, Sigourney Weaver as her boss. A movie about strong women with professional careers. A concept that presently rings true to Nina G as she ponders the fate of her own career. In eight months, she will be free from the evil reins of her current suffocating job. Would she finally be brazen enough to jump and delve into something meaningful? Something like cake-making or floral arrangements? Thoughts have also been given to make-up artistry, life coaching, runway coaching, herbalist, feng shui mistress and countless other options. The list is endless. Or, is she too fearful to hang up her Blahniks and Chanel power suits doing 75 hour weeks for the sake of some extra moolah? Suddenly, it all seems so simple. It all boils down to a question of lifestyle over greed.

Just for today though, she chooses greed. There were a few newly orphaned Dior handbags on display at the store that looked like it needed loving attention. Just for today though - no guilt, just handbags.

The Show Must Go On

After spending hours upon hours bored to death at work, Nina G has decided to revive her surprisingly well accepted (generally) blog. Over the past few months, she was surprised at the enquiries that went into the death of her blog. Ardent supporters have requested that Nina G persevere to tell tales of lost love, idiosyncracies, fashion mishaps, mistreatment and hard core politics. Some folllowers have even selflessly offered their lives to be openly published and exploited for the sake of this sacred space. She offers no other reason for the temporary demise of her blog except, that she was a victim of the cruel writer's block. A disease that can consume the creative mind and render it feeble. However, feeble she is not. Enough mulling and reasoning. The show must and will go on.