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the after math



I must admit that I'm an impulsive shopper. I have a shopping problem okay? I almost never come home empty handed and I almost always regretted what I've bought. But I'm getting better now. When I'm into something, I must convince myself that I really really really like, other than that, I wouldn't buy it. Although I've slipped every once and a while.. :s

Well, shopping must be one of the best feeling in the world (I know I'm so pathetic), but it is.. I'm a true mall hopper. I could stay all day everyday just at malls. Hoping from one shop to another given me an instant feeling of.... err hardly describe. I don't even know how I feel. Happy? Maybe. Cos stores never fail me. When I'm down, I just go to the mall next door, checking in and out what's new in my fave stores. One thing for sure, I'm a solo shopper. When I need advice, the rightest person that can answer my doubt is just me, myself, and I. If I bring my friends to shop with me, I often end up to buy what they choose, not mine.
When you love shopping dearly, you also have to balance your big outcome with bigger income. Especially when you're in mid-twenties (and just got out of college) but strive to stay fashion forward and on top of the trends. While at the same time, noone willing to fund you and you can't depend to anyone else but yourself. How can we cope with this? Worst case scenario? Facing the after math. Like zero balance on your ATM card or maximum debt limit on your credit card. I bet shit like that happens everytime. I've been there too. But it's weird cos I didn't feel wary. I keep coming back for more. And the budget is increasing from time to time. Ahh shopping is like a black hole that ready to gulp "YOU", fashionista.. down. You know... the black hole theory? We have to spinning faster and faster to keep in track, and when we don't spin fast enough, we'll be swallow by the black hole. 

I don't wanna be like that. I wanna be a smart shopper, a wise spender. Geez. Now I realize what makes my boyfriend refuse to marry me. (joking... Not!?) But I keep dig and digging a big hole in my closet. Big enough to support me in my -after marriage- life. Cos I know, by the time I get married, I won't be able to shop like cray cray. I've been aware by my boyfriend like, a thousand times. And we made a deal. What kind of girlfriend made a deal even though her boyfriend hasn't put a ring on it? LOL

Oh my..... Is there any cure for this kind of addiction? Shop less, save more. Four words that apparently  easier written than done. 





shopping junkie



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