Watched Confessions of a Shopaholic yesterday. Was amazed by the "Girl in the Green Scarf". Somehow this movie made shopping as scary as drug abuse. But being the impulse buyer myself, i can relate. Somehow it made some sense to me when the lead, Becky Bloomwood, said that when you shop, it made the world a better place, a happier place. Totally agreed. I mean, how long hav i wished that the bass guitar standing at the window shop is mine. Carassed it so many times, longed for it, but it nv came. Not until i change my focus to another new target standing at the shop window.

But this movie was somewhat a reminder abt the materialism that is occuring in the world we live in now. How wat we wear, wat we drive, and even wat we eat defines us to our very bones. How often hav we admired and envied the rich and famous walking past us with their fragrance of high end leather, perfume, and possibly a hint of freshness you can only get with Prada. While you are wearing something that looks fashionable, but deep inside u know that its juz another product frm the 2nd hand shop, rejected goods, or simply brandless piece of trash. And the cheap perfum or deodourant doesnt help to lighten that fact. Well, i am one of the ppl that falls under the 2nd category. Going around to look for cheap deals. Buying things at a discount. Sewing back torn stuff and telling myself its still worth wearing or using.

Does wat we put on ourselves really count for so much? Or is it the inner self that is worth so much more? I mean, you can put a tick on a t-shirt, and the price doubles. Put three stripes on a pair of shoes, and that value is thrice of wat it was before. But how do you put that logo on you? Do you, like many, use cash to buy the label and put it over yourself, not realising that all these things are only skin deep, and its only for hiding the cheapness of wat is really underneath.

Get rid of the mindset that worth is only measured skin deep. Go deeper.