Me: Is Melvin (my brother) taller than you?

Dad: Yeah. But it isn't the height that matters. It's what inside here. (taps at his temple, indicating brains)

Me (incredulous): Wah, you so smart hor! Your brains too much until your hair dropped out hor!

Dad: Hahaha, yah lor!

Hahaha. My dad's receeding hairline is always something I can dig at. And the best thing is, he doesn't mind. Muahaha. I realised that my dad hardly ever gets offended at my insults. He can really take a joke. And I realised that I take after him in that aspect, unless you say something really degrading to me.

If there's only one place I could choose to go to, there'd be no doubt it'd be London.

Watching The Lakehouse has re-ignited something in me I never realised I lost. I don't know what it is, but the film awoke a part of me that was dormant. It's a funny feeling.

Hello Emma-line (sounds quite glamorous hor), we'll study together till late from next week onwards okay! Whenever you can. :D

94 days to A Levels. I know I'll be stuck here all day long if I don't do something now. So bye!