Honestly, you'd think that World War Three had broken out outside my room. It's barely Sunday (1 and half hours after midnight) and that's 4 more hours to Subuh Prayers, but no ... Father had to start vaccuuming the house in the middle of the night, complaining that his room was full of dust. What a sad person, he is.

Yes, very sad indeed.

And he's forcing me to go Qilamulail with him. Sighs, I hope Ustad Topetity Love will be there.


I shall sneak into the kitchen again, am still vair hungry.