light me up

There was a blackout at my housing area yesterday noon. I suffered a lot 'cause it was just too hot and i find it impossible to tolerate.

It was 7 and the power was still not here, thus it got darker. Therefore i went lighting up the candles, in case there's a break in or any unpleasant invasion of terrorists, i would have known. But no there was none so there's nothing newsworthy to write about, and I'm sorry if this disappoints you.

So i was lighting up the candles with.. my flashlight.

Jesus no, i lit it up with fire and you know it. Moving on. I was lighting up the candles with the fire from the stove, and i felt sort of excited. 'Cause i don't light things up too often you see, and i find fires very amusing, well 'cause it's FIRE, they're practically the reason why people dies and there it was, just a tiny distance away from me. So while i was lighting up the candles, the fire and i had this sort of connection which i find very gratifying. It lit me up from the inside as well as it did to the candles.

I think i just like fire. But not in any wrong ways.

Oh and the blackout lasted for about 3 hours. Screw whoever is in charge of the electricity department. Seriously, screw you.