Highlights of living at home:
(1) My mom, the sports freak: my mom opened the paper, grabbed the sports section and say, "Che! Lost again! Goddy goddy." (And then realized it was last Sunday's paper.) Also, she's randomly obsessed with "So You Think You Can Dance". I think that says it all.
(2) My dad, Speedy Gonzales: my father leaves the car in such a rush, while I'm always rolling up the window, taking off my seatbelt, adjusting my messenger bag. Once, he rushed off so quickly that he left his door open. And forget about keeping up with him in the store - unpossible. You just have to hope that through some Brownian motion/chaos theory/happenstance you happen to cross paths again before he decides to andale andale, arriba arriba back to the car.
(3) Little bro, #2. There's no easy way of explaining this. My mom, when feeling deeply put-upon, sighs and says (somewhat phonetically) "Iswara, deva mai." Recently, Mom sighed deeply - and little bro #2 said "Sharaddi, eh Mom?" There was a noticeable pause, hangtime while Mom and I figured out what the hell he was talking about. Yeah, that was his attempt at what she always says. Mom laughed so hard she had to hold the stitch in her side, I had tears in my eyes. Really shocked that he wasn't willing to repeat it for Dad. [Incidentally, the Iswara is also a Malaysian car.]
(4) Little bro, #1. Really needs to get with the program, hasn't done anything that funny - just been nice and helpful. BOOOORING!
P.S. - 2 weeks, mes p'tits!!