schmaholic!

I have a really bad obsession lately. Shopping! I think i caught a severe bug inflicting me of the shopaholic pandemic.

Not that i've never been on a shopping binge before. But lately i can't seem to emerge from a mall without purchasing something. And always i come out with a silly grin on my face. If you don't get it, let me tell you the art (or science? or math? more like pathological structure) of shopping.

You start with a nice pair of shoes. Yuppers, don't they look nice on your semi-pedicured feet. Then you mentally wander into your closet to imagine which of your clothes will go with 'em new shoes. Ah, yes, that shirt would be perfect... But then a shirt on the rack calls your attention. And it's there waving at you like a sore thumb. You try it on...yes it's perfect with that grey pants and 'em new shoes!

After having enough of clothes your imagination enters the world of accessories. And like fate peeking into your brain all along that accessories shop smacks right in front of you...and voila! there's them pair of earrings just like you imagined them. Is this your lucky day or what?!

And just when you have sworn you're not taking out any more penny from your wallet you enter a bag sale. A girl can't seem to have enough bags. Yes, you now know what happens next.

I once saw a documentary on the Discovery Channel discussing how being a shopaholic is actually a mental disease. It's an addiction like alcohol or drugs. Therefore, I am sick! Sick i tell you!

But what's a girl to do? sigh.

sigh. sigh. sigh. sigh.....