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.