"but bro, lampposts ARE bright."

 who says you can only eat porridge when you're sick?

had there been a storm this morning, in the wee hours? i remember waking up to a loud bang, coming from my bedroom door slamming shut or something. after that, i hadn't been able to sleep because of the wind howling.

and a howl it had been! you should have heard it. it was amazing and beautiful in its own way, but no doubt it did scare me. if i hadn't known winds could howl i would have thought supernatural.

had finished Happyface this morning. the book actually contains drawings as well, that's why i had been able to complete it pretty quickly. try reading it, it's a really fun book and it had made me giggle to myself numerously.

am currently watching Aliens in the Attic and it's making me laugh on my own too, still. one part baffled me, somewhere during the final battle part. Tom had called Sparks by its actual name, and i'm like, i thought the kids didn't know its real name?

anyway, i've always wondered which body part of mine do i like best. in the past, many people have admired my height (i'm 171 cm tall) and my eyelashes (they say mine are long), and i do appreciate all my features but i'm not that proud, if you get what i mean.

for all i observe, many people love their eyes. their own, and people of the opposite gender. if i like mine, it's probably not because of the way people look into them, but because of the way i look out of them.

meaning to say i like my eyes because of the way i look at the world. as syamirul would always say; you are weird in a unique way.

nobody is gonna be looking into my eyes for a while now, especially my right one which seems to be off-limits.

i once declared to the foster brother that i wanted to be a lamppost when i grow up. he said lampposts are only needed in the night, and that in the daytime, nobody would notice them. "why would you want to be somebody like that?", he had asked.

it was a good question, but the answer doesn't come as simply. i think lampposts are lucky to be alone in the daytime when everything is fine.

as night falls, they get more scared and start to cry, but at least the moths would keep them company. you know how some moths fly around the lights sometimes?

i still like lampposts though, although he had told me not to be one. he said it's because i have a bright future, which, believe it or not i had responded with a; "well... lampposts are bright." i really ruined the moment.

i'm kind of unoccupied right now, i think i'll continue with my book. it's currently The Ghost and The Goth, about the high school cheerleader who dies and ends up a ghost whom only the weird socially outcast kid can see. unsurprisingly and unfortunately, it is in american english.

currently having a Capsizing the Sea/In Waves marathon. 

a little souvenir to the hotel from me. was just doodling and then i decided to leave bloggie's address, for some reason. i guess it's a sort of ad or something. think i'll collaborate with my aunt to make tees advertising 109blackaxes. *laughs*