Laugh all you want, God.

Sometimes I think that God enjoys playing jokes on me/us.

 

I wonder why is it that the honest, straight-as-arrow people like me and HB seem to be the victims all the time.

 

If it is said that people are inherently good, why is it that most times we seem to be dealing with the shittiest of em all?

 

Due to some stupid error made by some people back in Msia, HB and I may have to end up driving 7 hours to the embassy in Rome. Sigh. Waste more $$ on fuel, toll, and likely, hotel   Under normal circumstances, I’d try to cheer up and look at this from a positive side, maybe as a fun trip to Rome. But no, we definitely wont be sightseeing, and at a time when MORE paperwork needs to be done coz of the house thing here, we simply cannot afford the time.

 

I tell you, when it rains, it freaking pours.