My bro is out of the country.
I am the only Singaporean who knows it.
Enters dramatic music.

It is early in the morning.
It is a Sunday.
Mother is shouting into the telephone; she always doesn't talk normally into the telephone; her siblings and her communicate by SHOUTING to each other.
I am mildly annoyed by the shouting.
I raise my voice to get myself heard across the door.
It doesn't work she doesn't hear me...

KORKOR WHERE ARE YOU (OK FINE I KNOW WHERE ARE YOU)
BUT COME BACK (OK FINE I ALSO KNOW THAT YOU ARE ONLY COMING BACK AT 8 TONIGHT)

OMG I DIE WITHOUT MY BRO.