I could never deal with sleep deprivation properly. I envy my friends who could do an all-nighter then go off to work or school in the morning. Normally, after a night of no sleep, I’m a zombie. And by zombie, I mean I will tear your living heart out if you try to keep me from sleeping. However, that all changed a few weeks ago. I spent not one, but two nights without sleep and managed to function fine (ish) the next day. And as in situations where I manage unusual resilience and fortitude, cute boys were involved. The first night was the one before Big Bang was flying into town for their concert. I couldn’t get two seconds of sleep, I was too excited. (It wasn’t the first time I was in the same city as them, but it was the first time they’d be in MY town, Metro Manila. It was a totally different set of expectations.) The second night was the one before the concert itself. We were camped out outside the MOA Arena so we could be some of the first in line for the moshpit.

So my point is, I paid for all that: I got sick exactly a week ago. I’m still sick now. I hadn’t gotten sick in months, something I think I could attribute to the large quantities of kimchi I’d been eating. But that week of the concert totally did me in. I have the flu and I’m still trying to recover.

The whole experience has been so boring. Don’t get me wrong — I love staying home. So long as I have my laptop and a fast internet connection, I am loathe to go out. The problem was I couldn’t read without getting a blinding headache. So I couldn’t work. Or reply properly to emails. Or blog. I could watch TV, but after I’d run out of episodes of Supernatural, Last Resort, and the Daily Show, among others, there was nothing else for me to do.

So the other day, I found myself looking through the online shop Zalora. This was either a good or bad thing, depending on how you look at it. I found myself checking out a pair of Art’s Brasil heels which I’d seen days earlier, and which I couldn’t stop thinking about. And it was on sale! In fact, it was now priced at about a fourth of its original price. Oh boy. I was broke, but I had some money in my Paypal, and because I saw there was only one pair left in my size, I clicked on the Buy button. It was the first time I’d ever bought shoes online.

They arrived early yesterday. The housekeeper had to wake me up, and I knew instantly it had arrived. It was kinda exciting. Like Christmas. The shoes were in its Art’s Brasil shoebox, which came in another one, a huge Zalora box (it was pretty).

Zalora box

{Read the full post in A Girl’s Guide to the Apocalypse.}