Begin the Beguile

In a desperate bid for some degree of financial freedom, I've decided to take some really drastic measures - such as staying the hell away from malls especially during dangerous periods such as megasales.

Being a passionate devotee of the Goddess of Shopping, just walking in the vicinity of suburban malls places me in a vulnerable trance-like state where I'm summarily possessed by an irresistible demonic urge to flash credit cards at salespeople in exchange for goods. The mystical change is almost eeriely supernatural as it transforms me from a regular sorta joe into a vengeful shopping demon who doesn't hesitate to trip overenthusiastic fellow shoppers into nearby garbage bins just to grab that terribly cheap bargain.

The very fact that I ended up dating a guy who works later than me has turned out to be quite hazardous in its own way since I'm forced to rely on my own wits for several hours. Idle hands certainly are the devil's workshop and it isn't long before the wily Goddess beckons.

Which is how I ended up with a few brilliantly red ( and freakishly cheap! ) vases from IKEA, a carpet from Iran ( a bargain, I swear!! ) and a few lamps from Bangsar just yesterday. All in the name of her Worship. Honestly couldn't help myself! The dudes in advertising - obviously also her fellow devotees - certainly know what they're doing since packaging certainly counts. Nothing screams 'Buy ME' more than slick edgy packaging with an affordable price tag ( apart from being something worth purchasing of course! ). Doubt even Alice could have resisted the tags in shopping Wonderland.


Buy me a song
And whoever said that a pretty face doesn't sell should seriously think again. Just one look at this man's face had me coming to a dead stop in front of the eyecandy *ahem* I meant, CD store. Those beguiling eyes!

Just look at him. Doesn't it make you wanna purchase his CD? Certainly makes you wanna begin the beguine. Matt Dusk is his name - and I certainly wouldn't mind having him after dusk :P What is it about hot guys in suits? Really, sometimes I feel there should be a law curtailing the usage of suits for men since even the homeliest dogs look dangerously shaggable in a suit.

Extremely mortified to be so shallow as to buy something on account of a man's good looks, I had to retain some minimal semblance of dignity by adding a few other quality CDs onto the stack to disguise the shameful lot. Thank God, this budding jazz crooner doesn't sing all that badly since my reputation has evidently been much in question after the Pussycat Dolls debacle.

Even Big Bicep Barry hasn't stopped teasing me about it. Hell, if he playfully sings along to Don'tcha again, I'm gonna leap up and smack him atop his head. :)