‘Bilisan mo ah,’ My younger brother issues the same statement each and every time he accompanies me to the supermarket. And I respond, half-jokingly, ‘How dare you command your older sister to hurry up!’ We haven’t even started going around the place yet and here he is, telling me to grab and go as quickly as I can. And if there’s anything he ought to know by now, it’s that I hate being rushed when I’m in a favourite place of mine, chief among them: book stores and supermarkets.
