Mother: where’re my specs? (she’s said it a total of four times ever since saturday)

Bro: where’s all the charcoal pills? I’m still having diarrhoea! Who ate my charcoal pills…

Father: where’s my handphone huh? LQ did you take it? WQ quick return my phone to me, you’re smsing on it again rite?

(he then proceeds to use the home phone to call his mobile, which bursts out in it’s staccato-mechanical nokia tune…)

Father: where’s the phone? Where’s that ringing coming from?

Me: where’s my new mice? Mouse? TWO mouse, no mice… Anyway, who cleared the boxes from my room? They’re my new mouse! I have two new mice and I need them now…