Nothing takes your mind away from the myriad minor stressors in life better than a close-up of who you are and what you're dealing with on a daily basis. Now concentrate the drama of your teen years in a span of two hours, and no doubt you'll be dealing with puffy eyes like what I dread come the morning after I sleep. Come to think, you don't really have to parallel the stars. You just have to have heart.

Now all of these things are so vague, but the important ones know what I'm blabbing about.

Gosh, I'm so dying for 2++ months to zoom past by me.

And along with your hair went your sense. Tsk. Tsk.

Post overflowing much? I opened a dam, dammit.

Nothing beats a bad waking-up from the best dream you've had in ages than a good ol' stroll. Which suddenly becomes a shopping spree. Ohoi.

When I want to clear my head, I walk. And because I wanted to walk at noon without the infernal sun blazin' on my nape, I decided to walk inside a mall. After a hearty lunch. So I walked.

Then bam! I spot this perfect, perfect piece that suddenly assembles into a whole outfit in my head. Perfect piece + clothes I have in my closet = Perfection. But then I have yet to get gifts for all those people and I'm broke, and fat, and I guess I have to walk away to prevent myself from burning a hole in my pocket(s).

But. Do you know those two bowling balls on a mattress? That's how it felt like. And the farther I got from it, the stronger it pulled and damn that r^2 is on the denominator of the equation. I flew towards it like I would towards my puppies- blissful abandon with a hint of trepidation lest I lose a limb in the process.

And so I completed my outfit. And another one. There goes my dinner for the next few days. And my Starbucks trips, too.

As I walked home after having spent a week's worth of allowance, I finally got to thinking- what the hell did I just do? But then, come to think of it, I deserve this. I've been through a lot, we've all been, and I think we deserve a little bit of compensation every now and then. Just to keep us afloat.

And what's more perfect than an afternoon with a full heart knowing that for the next few ___ it'l l be all good + banana cue + Coke? None, in my book.

Now I wonder if it's at all like riding a bike...