MOL and me

In a previous post, I had shared how me and youngest sister love being sarcastic to each other.
I suppose it helps sharpen our wit. It helps us have the ability to laugh at ourselves and love each other more.
I think.
But anyway, this is a conversation that took place minutes ago.

I was asking my sister to help me take a photo off my passport and whatsapp me.

(btw, I call her Mol. as a short form of Kak Small. I'm Kak Big and she is Kak Small. Its a long story and that will take up another post)

Me : Mol, please help me to take a picture of my passport and whatsapp me.And make sure it's a good, clear one.

Mol : Ok.

Photo sent.

Me : Omg. Who's that girl? (referring to me) She's like wooowww.

Mol : Ya Ya.

Me : Eh not so clear lah. Send me again and use a better camera.

Mol : Ok ok I will try.

Me : Thanks babe.

Then I thought. Thanks babe? Eh eh. Who talks like that to their sister?

So I said : Eh babe pulak.
                 Sorry Mol. That happens when you have too many friends.

Mol : Ha Ha.

So my friends, that's why I love my sisters.
They are smart enought to know what's a joke.




lots of love and backache,
fiza