Confessions Of A Shopaholic

Approximately 12 days ago since I last watched a movie in a cinema house, I was eager to do it in Singapore but the movie houses there close early during night time so I opted to stay in my hotel room and sleep. 

So, just this afternoon, I pushed myself to go to Marina Mall to what else?Window shop & actually ending up buying some nitty outfit. Then decided to watch the " Confessions Of A Shopaholic" since I'm a visual individual and I can't stand reading the novel, I feast myself watching it amongst the rest of the couch potatoes.

I would say that the film was another awakening call for me, a slapped in my face and really, a reality check for me & the rest of us, Shopaholics. I was depressed after watching it although I really enjoyed the film! 

I realized that I am like Rebecca, the lead star. Shopping for me is an outlet to find happiness, temporary bliss only. It enlightens my spirit every time I see the words LV, ZARA & H&M. There is a hard-pounding and butterflies in my chest and stomach. I can't wait to see the latest collection or the classics of the brands I love. I rigidly visit their website to check for new items. Crazy really!

I indulge the smell of LV's authentic calf leather and the golden brown canvass that glitters before my eyes.

Then H&M & ZARA completes my trip at the mall... They have all the right ingredients for our taste.

Or it's just me...

And all this for what? For happiness that is not skin deep. Season changes and before you know it, you need to reinvent everything or throw it again because some may be out of style.

Is this a good investment? Nope. I am in limbo.

Films like this are not a fiction...It happens in real life and most of the time it's not a happy ending right?

We need to make a decision, to keep the golden cards and forever be indebted to this giant financial companies that eats our hard-earned money? Or to take a chance for a new life.

Shopping is really an addiction and indeed, therefore I am an addict! Am I still in denial about this?

I will do try to avoid bags, shoes and men's section this time...

I guess so! But I should act now before it's too late...

So I am taking a stand... 

I will try to evade this thirst for the elegant paper bags and plastic bags... 

No more magic cards for me, it's all cut into halves...

Just one step at a time... I hope I can bear this...

For a better me... 

I hope...