father: where's MRT sec? I'm going to watch your brother play soccer.
faezah: oh, admiralty sec ah?
father: yah. it should be at MRT right, since it's MRT sec.
faezah: I don't know. just take the train and when you go out, ask the...
father: train driver?
faezah: noooo? the control station manager.
father: oh okay. so I go down at MRT right?
faezah: i think so lah. bye. i want to sleep.

and talking about schools, my brother thinks I am in CHIJ Tiong Bahru.
and how do you explain what a marshmallow is to your father?

father: what's this?
faezah: marshmallow.
father: what's that?
faezah: YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT A MARSHMALLOW IS?
father: no, what is it?
faezah: YOU HAVE NEVER SEEN OR EATEN THIS YOUR WHOLE LIFE?
father: *shakes head*
faezah: aiyah, it's marshmallow lah. it's ... soft.

dumb marshmallow. so bloody plain. at least if it had some decorations on top or some other colour other than white, I could have at least described it as, 'a soft (insert interesting colour here) thing with decorations on top.' or something like that.
the marshmallow was so damn white and plain that.. you know, i wouldn't mind sleeping on them.

yah and wake up with half my face gone, inside an army of ant's stomach.