Gotta come clean by Ezlyn Izharuddin

Hello my lovlies!

Hope you all had a lovely weekend, and for those who are in New York, I am super jealous of you and I'm anxiously waiting for your reports and feedbacks. Since I am one of those people who are not in NYFW, I am finding myself a bit uninspired. However, my dear friend Ezlyn who's blog Off On A Multitude of Tangents has just started blogging again. I thought I'd share with you one of her blogposts, which is hilarious and very very true and applicable for a lot of us. Here it goes..

Gotta come clean by Ezlyn Izharuddin

Obsessions, addictions, compulsions, indulgances. I have all of 'em and they are excrutiatingly detrimental. A healthy addiction is say, an addiction to exercise and running marathons (as admitted by a neurosurgeon here called Mr. Marks whom I adore). That's grand because exercise releases endorphins and these make you feel happy. I, on the other hand, am inundated with "bad" endorphins from an addiction called shopping. You may go "Oh ho-hum boring stuff, heard it all before" but seriously, it is an utterly dangerous, undesirable fetish that anyone can have. If you think YOU have an obsession with shopping, THINK AGAIN.

I watched the morning talk show on TV the other day and a guest on the show mentioned that shopping online is cheaper, more reliable and promotes consumer rights, more so than physical shopping. Well, yeah they're all true but what a terrible strain it puts on your credit card. There's a shopping website that I go to on a regular basis and when I say regular I mean, EVERYDAY. I've been a regular customer at this website for more than a year. The shopping that I do there? Clothes. They have some of the best clothes I'd ever come across and me being weak-willed, whenever I see something nice that "I don't seem to have in that colour" or something, I go berserk. Within weeks, the debt that I owed the credit card company doubled, tripled, and even quadrupled once. And then I started to worry about how am I gonna purchase my return flight ticket to Africa in the summer. You see, I'm not that dumb to not realise my financial responsibilities. However, sometimes (if you have zero will power like me), you're caught in that moment of.. euphoria when you are overwhelmed with the amazing choices of clothes on your laptop screen and like a brainless programmed robot, you click the PURCHASE button instantaneously. In the aftermath of the shopping frenzy, you slowly come to your senses and fall into a deep dark chasm called regret.

Now, we all know that you CAN do something about serious addictions like substance abuse and the lot but sadly, there's no such rehab for shopping addiction that I know of. Maybe hypnotism can help. Oh wait, there's no evidence-based medicine for hypnotism, I think. So what did I do? I confessed my addiction to my significant other. He went manic when I told him how much my debt was. If you'd known the figure, you'd go manic too but I'm not telling =P. Because he is my significant other, he understood what I was going through so he became my firm support. So from then on, whenever I go on the website (which I still do for the sake of eye-candy), I'd ask for his opinion and permission about purchasing online which always ended up unsuccessful because he'd make me realise that those things aren't important anyway. It's comforting to know that there's someone you trust and that person is able to help alleviate the pain you're going through. I'm absolutely grateful that I have him.

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Don't forget to check out Ezlyn's blog here!!
xx-LJ