Confessions of Another Shopaholic

I must say, I did not grow up unprivileged. My parents always bestowed me with everything I fancied. I remember having two 3-feet high barrels filled with my collection of playthings at the age of four; yet for a child, this was quite considerable. Now, at eighteen, the case is even scarier.

As I grew older, so did my yearning for material things. It has shifted from a juvenile interest in a plastic tea set to a desire for a pair of shoes, a top, with a matching bag at once. Bring me to the mall and I’d turn into a magnet drawing towards anything I find fabulous. I see, I like, and I buy. Unless I can’t afford it, then I see, I like, and I cry. I even get a rare case of insomnia wherein the image of the thing I want to have keeps flashing in my head all night that I get up looking with eyes like a raccoon’s the next day.

I’d tell my dad that he’ll make me the happiest girl in the world if he would get me the latest design of flip-flops and when he does, I’m only the happiest girl in the world until the next collection is released in the market.

I look at my crammed closet that is soon to blow up and I realize that even if I get another bag of cash, I still wouldn’t be able to get everything I wanted because satisfaction doesn’t come from having more money. My consciousness even intensified when I came across a conversation in a magazine article. A reporter once asked John D. Rockfeller, the richest man during his time, “Sir, how much does it take to satisfy a man?” He then replied, “Just a little more than what he already has.” Indeed, Rockfeller’s reply was like a huge rock that hit me in the head. I’ve been an addict all along. The thing that was painting beams on my face was the same thing that was destroying me. This seriously has to stop.

I know I still find myself wanting to buy impulsively and I have to confess that I am still a work in progress; but this time, I recognize my blunders immediately and stop before they turn me into a monster once again. Thanks to friends who wouldn’t mind screaming at me when my fingers itch and crave for another rock that glitters. In time, I shall escape from this bittersweet obsession.

XOXO,
♥Andi Dandi♥

Sincerely Yours

So here's the thing, out of the blue, a friend asked me about the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me. I was taken aback and nothing but black dust swirled inside my head. Finally, I've figured out the answer.

SINCERELY YOURS

Verse: (Cadd9 - Em - C - D)

Drop one tear
And I'll drop another million tears for you

I can have all the things I want
But its you I badly want to have

Prechorus:

Say to me to get a bit closer

'Cause I'm afraid

I'm getting a liitle too close but. .

Chorus: (G - C - Em - D)

You're simply wonderful

So undescribable

And even if a song for you

Can be written in time

You're still somebody

I find hard to define

You're simply beautiful

Simply undescribable

And even if a song for you

Can be written in a line

You're still somebody

I find hard to define

Verse:

You're all I want

A pretty lady

Who provides courage for her own

But then if bravery

Isn't enough to bite your fears

Just look around and you'll realize

I was there all along

chorus:

You're simply wonderful

So undescribable

And even if a song for you

Can be written in time

You're still somebody

I find hard to define

You're simply beautiful

So undescribable

And even if a song for you

Can be written in a line

You're still somebody

I find hard to define

Bridge: (Em - C - Cm - D)

And while I was hoping

I could find the best song for you

I saw that the hardest part of singing

Is singing without you

(I guess I never got the chance to thank you for this. The whole world should see what an amazing composer you are ;-) )

Credits to: Ralph Martin

Contributing Writer

That Lame Excuse

Serendipity, fortune, fate—I say to myself “rriiggghhhttt…”

Pardon my cynicism but the reliance on such things gives me a good laugh. Don’t get me wrong. The fanciful wild bird is still here, but while I remain in the beauty and delights of life, I also believe that visions should come with actions. The famous song lines “Que sera, sera. Whatever will be, will be” just do not work for me.

Whoever believes in destiny makes himself nothing less than a dormant volcano, sitting idle and just waiting. Thomas Jefferson, the third President of the United States, expressed in his writings how wonderful it is how much may be done if we are always doing. The truth is that we are all bound to greatness. We may not possess the same skills or things that others have but we all share one thing in common, that is, the ability to succeed. Who would have known that behind Albert Einstein’s accomplishments, there laid his speech disabilities? You see, not even our flaws dictate how our lives should run. Failure is a choice, so is happiness.

If we want something so bad, we have to work hard for it and if after so many trials we wouldn’t achieve such goal, then it may not be what God wants us to have for He wants us to achieve something far more special. God is our driving teacher. He tells us when to turn left or right and when to hit the brakes or speed up. It is up to us whether or not we heed His command; hence, we direct our tragic crash or successful arrival.

An abstract and helpless concept such as destiny will never be able to subdue us, living, talking, and moving human beings. Scan all the scientific books you can find and you would never come across the explanation that Thomas Edison invented the light bulb because he was destined to do so; rather, you would end up reading again and again that he was able to come up with such great invention because he endeavoured and went through all the knotty formulas, procedures, and failures to achieve his goal. Think about it, fate is merely a lame excuse of those who didn’t try hard enough.

XOXO,

♥Andi Dandi♥