Reached Chicago for almost 2 weeks. It's 2am now and I'm at Christy's cousin's place. Just to blog and update you people in case you people think that I'm dead. I'm alive, and kicking and in fact feeling great. There are still times I miss the things and people in Singapore, but I'll just have to adapt, right?

Enrolment list is out and we'll start school around late January or early February. Everything is nice but Dad has became super strict ever since we reached here. It's not a good sign. I'm unable to get my return tickets for my birthday to be celebrated in Singapore. Plus, I'm going Italy from 13th December to 5th January, flying off from UK. After Italy will be going to France to visit Aunt Illeana and family.

So I'm alive and you people don't have to worry much. I'll be returning home before my Strict Dad catches me and starts yakking again. What on Earth happened to Dad, can someone fill me in about this?!