I have this two devils living with me. Devilish in their cute little ways. Well, I could say that, because, they always had this fight: who'll clean the cell (I mean b-haus room), who's utang of who, who'll do the dishes, where-did-you-put-my-things scraps.. actually they fight over all the things and I'm pretty sure they always find ways and reason to just get with each other's nerves. It sometimes resort to a brawl, not a brotherly brawl with bloods and broken noses though, just a sisterly pinches and yelling. No-one will give up. Everyone is right. I call it sisterly love. Yeah, I admit, sometimes I get hitched... with the... sisterly love... =)) Hello! Talking about big sis's responsibilities! Okey, it makes me feel guilty. It just that, sometimes, when we care... we fight. Now, you know that I'm talking about my two spoiled-brat younger sisters who always makes my day.
It's funny because, all the whop-whap and the hollas amused me, sometimes. It's like a stress-reliever. A change of environment. It makes me feel alive and kicking. NORMAL. RELIEVED. Freed from all the tensions of my over-competence career (char!). So, its like fatigue remedy. Therapeutic. I can't imagine life without them. There's no boring day with them. They are my own dose of therapy.
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