screaming over who gets to sit in the front seat.
arguing over who has to ask for more tissue paper.
whacking each other after saying stupid things.
eating supper in McD's and making fun of ah-peng.
trying to throw rolled up wads of tissue down the V-neck of my blouse.
turning heads everytime we walk together since we talk so loudly and look so alike.
singing along with the radio at the top of our voices.
cruising along to KL city in the middle of the night just because we feel like it.
driving home with my sisters asleep in the car.
it feels good to be home.
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