People who are up to no good, trying means and ways to make my life miserable shall be condemned to the 18th level of hell.
During dinner, big sis came over with the baby and my dad's friend was there. Well, something really amusing happened and my second sis was the living joke. Big sis and I had a hard time controlling our laughing fits and so, our bodies were just vibrating silently, in harmony. Until, she stifled a giggle and that was it. I couldn't help but burst out laughing in the typical psychotic way I usually do when something highly amuses me or that I'm laughing at myself. It's the former this time.
The crap excuse big sis gave when everyone gave us quizzical stares was that "oh.. *hahaha* an and I saw Ianna raising her legs. hahahah" Er... Yeah right.
I see that 9 months of pregnancy and 2 months of breast feeding has done permanent damage to her brain. Now, she can't even give simple directions i.e, turn left=go straight etc, and she used to be so quick in thinking of good excuses. Now, I'm sad to say that her title of being a bullshitting queen has to be stripped off, and handed over to me.
So many irrelevant details but the lesson to be learnt is that, Debbie, justice will be done. Humiliation in front of others is merely a small price she has to pay. I'm sure there's more to come.
The weather is friggin good to sleep in and I certainly almost went into lala land during GP again. The cure for this bad habit is to participate. It doesn't really matter if whatever suggestions I come up with are incoherent. I mean I gain nothing from the bitch's lesson anyway. Only Victor sings her praises. Hur hur.
I'm warmly wrapped up in my trusty pullover. It has been with me through thick and thin, i.e, the easy and also the mind boggling papers in the exams. Although I bought a new Roxy sweater, neglecting the current Speedo one by shoving it to the back of my cupboard and burrying it in heaps of old clothes was never my intention.
Is there OC tonight? I missed half the show already anyway.

*If love had been smooth sailing, then how do we know the pain of finding true love and appreciating it?