Dancing in the moonlight.

You know those kind of people who knocks furiously at your door when it's locked, screaming obscenities and things like "Why is this door locked?! Open it now! Why do you lock your door anyway?! It's in the middle of the day idiot!"

Motherfucker I was taking a piss that's why the door's locked. What the hell is wrong with you.

I lock my doors. I prefer to do so. It makes me feel safe. It does not mean I have forbidden anyone to enter my room. If you knock politely, I will let you in. If you start raging hell and stomp on my door with a 10 feet giant carrot screaming threats, it not only reflects on your below average IQ and ill mannerism, it will also result in me not opening the door and proceed to put you in the list of names of people I will disintegrate with my mind activated heat laser, once technology catches up.

Moving on.

We're going to spend Raya in KL this year, for some unknown suspicious reason. It could just be because my Mom doesn't want to host any open house this year, but knowing this family, the reason should run deeper than that. But that's just me, highly suspicious and never happy until something bad I have predicted happens.

I couldn't sleep too well since I got back, so I've been reading in bed. Finished The Communist Manifesto, and now I'm halfway through To Kill A Mockingbird. Really, honestly, this could be the only forgiving aspect of this place, my bookshelf and my books and the beautiful, peaceful free time I have and being able to read all of them again.

When you get back from somewhere, be it a holiday or a university abroad, you never come back the same person so it takes a while for you to get your bearings, and my books help me remember why I love being at home.

Speaking of finding your bearings, a boy said to me, he turned on the lights and looked at me and said, "Damn you're beautiful." I really don't know what to do with that.

Except maybe vomit a little in my head and thank my mother's side of the gene pool.

I watched Four Lions again, and this song just caught on. It does make me want to dance all night long in the moonlight and that's when you know a song is awesome. When it makes you want to do what it tells you to do. Oh, Four Lions, if you haven't watched it, I feel sorry for your soul.

Listen to this and tell me it doesn't make you want to dance. Even a little bit. Even in your head.