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Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Where are my happy moments? Answer: With my family

I can go on and on about stupid sad soppy stories here but I haven't given any happy ones have I? I'm not a bouncy person around my friends anymore, I feel.

Well, I don't hang out with my friends a lot - only occasionally. So I'm mostly with my family, out and about. I'm not complaining - rather I love the moments I have with them because not many families have these moments like I do.
         Everyday we're talking and accompanying each other. We make fun of each other and crack jokes. I do it with sarcasm sometimes. But it's only because my sisters or my mum or dad that make silly statements or questions which kicks it in. While my elder sister does jokes with silliness and younger one is just feisty.

I help my mum out a lot because she's always stressed about work moving very slowly and she has to think about food, paying bills, loans, etc. So I sort out her receipts to be sent to the accountant to be claimed. And they're quite a necessity to her 'cause every quarter a year she'll say "I have to sort out the receipts" - repeatedly. And if they're not done she'd be worried - so I'm the solution; patient enough to sort things by dates, places, stores and things.

And,

This' what happened yesterday. My lil' sister was hungry after school so my elder sister followed her to the shop to get a snack using my mum's purse to pay. That purse only has shopping member's cards, receipts and a few bucks, not more than 40.
           We went home and they left my mum's purse in the car. I saw it, took it out of the car and at supper I told them off that they left it in the car.
          "Yeah, that's dangerous to leave it in the car, you know? I've got important things in it", my mum exclaimed. I said "Yeah! Like RECEIPTS!!!", and everyone burst out laughing, including my dad. My mum meant her member's card containing points and discounts while I was stressing on pieces of paper.

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