the perks of being nocturnal

i hate it when i feel like complaining that i'm bored especially in an ungodly hour such as this. yes, i am sleepy already but i feel like making the most out of the short Holy Week break before i go back to school for exams.

if i were an animal, i'd probably be the nocturnal kind. i like nights especially when i'm the only person awake. i used to go stargazing while seated on the cold cemented ground in front of the house. i'd stare at the navy blue skie and admire the stars. i'd sit there for an hour, hugging my knees and let the peacefulness of my surrounding envelope me. i enjoy serene moments so much. they are precious to me.

i thought about taking star gazing seriously once but never got around doing so (or maybe because the equipment is just too expensive). there's something peaceful about the sky be it night or day. sky gazing makes me wish that i knew how to fly so that i'd be off playing with clouds or star gaze from there. but that's just wishful thinking. someday i'll make a purchase of a telescope and maybe if i'm lucky, i'll watch stars fall from the sky just as Tristan Thorn did in Neil Gaiman's Stardust. only, i wouldn't be as crazy as he was when he tried following the fallen star just to prove his love for a lady, even risking his life crossing the border from his village to Faerie. although i must admit that it's a pretty romantic thing to do to prove your love for someone.

now i'm inspired to finish the rest of the book.

i'm almost done with The Bell Jar (Sylvia Plath). spent the entire day reading it. the book went with me everywhere around the house. i fell asleep in the afternoon with the book on top of my chest and when i woke up, i continued devouring every single page hungrily. i think it's quite refreshing to read something that depicted reality rather than read novels that have happy endings and perfect storylines all the time. i'm about three chapters away from finishing it. if i could pick out the best quotes, i'd quote the whole book because everything that was written by Plath was genuine and realistic. i feel her pain, her depression, her feeling of failure and her loneliness. that's how the book got to me and thinking about how she ended her life makes me depressed. she had such great talent.

three more up next:



oh, look at these pictures. we bought amidala her little bed a month ago and obviously, she's very "at home" already:


what a chubby non-shih tzu looking puppy!

have a restful Holy Week everyone and may we all be reminded by what He did for us.