stories from the land of the rising sun

yesterday, i came back from the post office holding the trolley we have at home. it’s a small foldable trolley that we use to move boxes or heavy things. i was putting it back into the storeroom when my dad saw me.

dad: eh, where you go?

me: holiday lor.

dad: *silence*

then after that, i took the rubbish out to throw.

dad: where you go?

me: shopping!

dad: *silence*

yeah. sometimes, i can be so childish. it’s usually for my amusement, and if you can take it, then, our amusement.