Thunderbolt and lightning, very, very fright'ning me.


hello world. its 4.22am. here's how i spend the last 5 or so hours.

Almost Famous was on tv a week or so ago. i was exhausted that, so i asked my mom to tape it for me. i finally got round to watching it, but was spluttering curses (quietly, because at the unholy hour of 1 am, the iwaki household just needs an excuse to be roused. so i hissed, more like.) because i got cut off just as it was getting to the good part.

GRRR. switch on laptop, start a download of almost famous. avoid spreeing sites, cause am seriously killing myself down that road. money goes out, none comes in 'cause silly i wanted to do something different this time, and also a few promised jobs did not deliver. coughangie. coughben. coughcoughCOUGH! oh how very subtle..

so than i was listening to Bohemian Rhapsody over and over again. everyone knows that song. no introduction necessary.

i looove the drama of it, but after the 23rd or so time, i was getting reflective. not good. 'cause after reflection come, you know it, brooding, and then ta-freaking-dah, emo.

so i took it off repeat, and still being in the mood for some Queen, put all my Queen songs on shuffle. Love Of My Life plays. it yanks at my heartstrings. GRR. next.

well than boys and girls, i'd set you the scene.


it is in the middle of the night, 4am thereabouts. you are in your comfiest FBTs and oversized jersy, or whatever rocks your boat, the debris of late night binging scattered around you.

silence, apart from the music from your headphones.

one lone light over you in the living room, everything else in darkness in deferrence to your kind mom's complains that your insomnia is shooting the electricity bill sky high.

your irritatable, noisy family's snug in their rooms.

like me, you might as soon flap your hand at the dark, especially when you're in the safety of your home. you're feeling pretty good from the good strong dose of music. a little doozy, because you are wrecking your sleep patterns after all, but it's all still good.


still at this point...

you really would not like The Invisible Man to come on, without ample warning!

unless you have nerves of steel, in which case i am dreadfully envious, you may end up like me, tumbled on the floor in squealing, scrambling panic like someone just yanked the chair out from under me.


freakin' hell!! you may laugh, but wait til you try it for yourself!