Busy, Busy

(The alarm clock is wailing, with neon orange numbers that reads 1205). I’m up! I’m up! It just knows when to wail when the dream is getting better… I dreamt that I was married to a regal-like man that had much of a charm of a vampire lord. He had nice looong, silky ebony hair tied to a loose ponytail, had pale complexion akin to the moonlight… wore glasses. We had a child that he adamantly called his ‘heir’. He wouldn’t let me nurse him… standing in the hallway that lead to his studies, I can hear soft coo of lullabies… I was just opening the door when I hear something wailed. The door handle turned to an icy cold hand attached to an icy cold arm of a wailing banshee… (Insert a dramatic shriek here). A wailing, banshee-like alarm clock…

…(Sigh). Well, then, no time better than the present. Time to do housework! Schoolwork! Drafts!

... And, (clears throat) a bit… no, lots of cleaning…

Books, papers, pens, rubbish and shit like that are all over the floor… (ehehe…no pictures, please…) if your lucky, you could see something smiling in the shadows near the table…8-D

Oh, before I forgot! Happy, Happy, Happy Birthday, Nik Nur Amallina and Zafirah! Love you mountains!

Abingdon Boys School’s Nephilim or TVXQ’s sweet number Love in the Ice, it’s your pick…