oh, it's not a dream anymore.

2130. It's not fantastic, but then again, neither am I.

The choices I have to make about university are even more bothersome than the actual test itself. Even more bothersome is the fact that these are decisions that, perhaps, have a hand in altering the course of my life from here onwards?

But perhaps, every decision is, in some small way or another.

I am waiting for my mother to get her hair done, and I am incredibly bored.

I am trying to be productive.

Haber process, here I come.