This is the near end of week 7 going on week 8.
One more week till the long waited for holiday.
6 more weeks till the long dreaded exams.

Freak show. Time is flying yet again.

Daddy asked when I will know my results. For a spilt moment, I thought, " But, I haven sat for any exams yet" and then, he proceeded to ask, " When are you going to California?".

Daddy has never been the one bothering over our school work. Actually, mummy too. I don't remember them forcing us to study, not ever.

Thats why it stresses me much when daddy starts asking about school stuff. Cause I know I am not doing extremely well this semester and I should really start panicking like, now.

( they said time heals, but im still missing you much gin)
xoxo