i don't pick them

My younger siblings are really amusing on so many different levels.

One shouts in TESCO today; claiming that he knows what a condom is for. "DUREX is not candy. It's for the prevention of birth, stupid. HBO said so!"

Another decided to text the woman back in the house who is currently suffering from SEVERE mid-life crisis about her after-prom-party at the MOS in Sunway. And yes, the woman decided to wake me up in the middle of the night: "Mun, what is MOS? Is it dodgy?" My brief and short answer, "It's a club-lah. People dance and drink."

And the very next morning, my mom asked me, "Why didn't you tell me about your clubbing nights? You see...even your younger sister has grown up. She's sharing her life with me. She even told me about her first attempt at shisha."

Silence on my part, of course.

"So, where can we get shisha in Ipoh? I am not interested in clubbing-lah. Smokey and hot."- Ng Mei Ling.

Seriously, what's wrong with my younger siblings? No, the right question: what is wrong with my family?!