Hello, world.
Tomorrow's going to be a good day, even though I just got grounded for something parents usually don't ground their kids for. I got grounded for not praying. But tomorrow is ASP (IT'S AT THE PADANG, PEOPLEEEE) and there is no way I'm going to miss it for the world, so I just have to be a little sneaky tomorrow and sneak out after school for ASP and then get home early so my parents won't smell a fish.

I FEEL LIKE GIVING SOMEONE A CELEBRATORY FLUSH. Flushes are so cool. And cheap.

"You won't hear a word of the subject."

I made a promise, and I am keen to keep it. I'm absolutely missing many many people.

It's funny how we get stuck in similar sticky situations, go through almost-similar phases, meet exactly the wrong people at the right time and the right ones at the wrong time and have such similar mothers. But the strangest thing of all is how our lives are so similar, yet we are so different. Maybe biology has a part to play.

Speaking of which, I was wondering. Are infidelity, aggression and violent tendencies hereditary? Because it seems like it is. And if it is, perhaps it would be the basis of eugenics. And how the hell do we define feeblemindedness? ANSWER ME.

I am reading My Bestfriend's Girl and Marshmallows For Breakfast back to back but I won't be sick of Dorothy Koomson. She's second to Picoult, Steel and Coelho (because they're my first-tier favourites, haha). READ DOROTHY KOOMSON, I LOVE HER.