a house and me

i love my ruin life. :D
yes i really do.
although its all ruined and completely shattered i still manage to like it.
despite all the damages that not even God would manage to fix it, i still love it.
because i have to live in it.

we all had one of those moment when we were little and when we were told by our teacher to draw some picture. i remember one time i drew a house, with a little me beside it, spreading my hands wide open as if i was proud with the house, because at the time i thought that, even if this house isnt as awesome as playboy mansion but it has something that no other house got.

hope and peace.
(yes its magical how a little kid could already think about hope and peace. because i had to grow up in a house where there was no peace whatsoever. it was full of tension. 2 people were fighting. one of them secretly married again, and one of them went ballistic because of it. so ive seen violence long before a normal kid should)

nothing else i wanted more than get myself out of that house.

so yes. i drew a house. because i knew i wouldnt manage to actually buy one.
so i made one.

the teacher came and saw it. of course she didnt pick my draw as the best picture in the class, she didnt think it was beautiful, nobody did.
i was the only one who did.
i smiled when i saw it. and i thought ''pfft screw those people, this picture is frikkin awesome! if Leonardo davinci were still alive he would probably think the same.''

so yes. my life. is like that house i drew.
im the only person who thinks its wonderful. nobody else gets it. but i do.
because it has the strongest foundation inside it.

hope and peace.
(although it looks like its about to fall any minute)
lol