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Setting: Hotel Pool, frequented by vacationing Caucasian people and their kids.
Time: Midday, last day of holiday.

Sis: *is backstroking in the deep end of hotel pool* *suddenly goes down*

Me: I'll save you, Chuti! *swims away to the thrashing madwoman*

My Rational Brain: Not to put a damper on the heroism parade, but how ( Read more... )

The Kid Sister is usually a pain in the butt, but occasionally she does something that makes feel glad I have managed to stop myself walloping her over the head with a frying pan while growing up. Today, she's written a poem about her boy troubles, and a very good one at that. It bears traces of one who has been possessed by the spirit of Dorothy ( Read more... )

Sis: *white-faced* *trembles from head to foot*
Me: What?
Sis: My Mechanics A/Level exam was at 11 AM not 4 PM like I thought.
Time: *is 3 pm*
Me: D: How'd that happen?  
Sis: I must have copied it down wrong!
Me: Like you copied down the date of the exam payment deadline, the date of your SATs and how many other vital dates and times wrong? 
Sis: *has ( Read more... )