last year's wishes are this year's apologies

Last two years ago, freshman I admit I was a shopaholic. I would go mall hopping from one mall to another, Mega mall, SM Manila, sta messa, the block, north edsa, mall of asia, gateway, trinoma, podium, glorieeta, and greenbelt every chance I got. I usually went alone or sometimes with my room-mate or classmates. I love label store and bought items from Mossimo, Kameseta, Guess, and even Mango. I often go to coffee bean and order my usual, caramel ice blended with chocolate muffin like I used to in Brunei while hanging out with friends. I didn’t care how much it cost or how much I’ve spent, just as long as I have cash in my money-link account. I bought stuff out of my very own allowance.

The truth is I was sad and lonely at that time and the mall was my only best friend who would keep me happy with all the pretty stuff. I remember my first day at the mall in the Philippines, I bought a watch at watch republic and I don’t even need one. I just thought it was pretty and it keeps me happy but unfortunately not for long. So I begin to shop and shop. I soon realize that I was buried with things that I don’t actually need. I have two or more of the same item each. It still doesn’t make me happy. Maybe I wasn’t as materialistic as I thought I was. The bottom line is shopping helps me cope and run away from reality that this is all happening, I’m here in the Philippines alone and afraid.

Now I’m proud to say that I have tone down my shopping addiction and find happiness somewhere.. like the net, magazine and TV.., well for now at least.= )