As I mentioned in the About Page, my ridiculous sister has a habit of attracting and maintaining relationships with unstable people. I am not sure if it is an odour that she gives off or just that she has an odd way of seeing how absurd the situation is. When I first arrived in Phnom Penh, we stayed at a place that included laundry to be taken away to be cleaned, something like 100 pieces per month. We stayed for just longer than a month and by the end of it, I could not be part of the laundry protocol. You might think that having someone do your laundry is easier, but when you have to count everything out and mark every different piece of clothing down in different categories, it can be quite time consuming! My sister is more adamant about cleaning clothes than I am, so I let her take this responsibility. Since then, every time our laundryman came to visit he was ecstatic about counting our dirty stinking clothes. So much so that when the time came for us to leave he was dev...
Okay so it’s been a while since I have been told this story, but all I remember is that I could not stop laughing when my ridiculous sister just kept throwing more embarrassing moments on top of one another. Let’s begin…. My sister and her best friend in the country go out to party frequently enough to crash at each other’s apartments when need be, or whenever to continue the after party. Unfortunately for my sister, her friend is an avid smoker, exerciser and energetic first thing in the morning. Unlike my sister (and myself) she is quite a sloth every morning, whether it was a late night or not and staying overnight with an early bird can be quite unpleasant. After a good evening with friends, my sister awakes to hard core dance party music and second hand smoke filling the air around seven in the morning. Her friend wonders why she is still sleeping and urges her to get out of bed and join her at her gym downstairs since she doesn’t want to go alone and needs to smoke a ...
I remember the day that my sister returned from Egypt. My mother and I were waiting for her at the airport terminal when the last person out was a little munchkin covered in a makeshift headscarf and headed straight for the toilet – my ridiculous sister. It was her first time in a non-western country and by the time she returned the thing she valued most was that porcelain shrine. Even if there was no need to visit the washroom, she went, just because she could. Never had she been anywhere before that planning a pee break was mandatory and never again has she let us forget it. Four years later is the next time I really spend more time with her than a few weeks. I am aware of her annoying necessity of using every toilet possible, yet do not let it bother me. Only when I live with her do I learn that this obsession is contagious (although thankfully I have not been infected). Among the people we regularly hang out with, I recognize that they are also somewhat shocked at how o...
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