After the interview on Friday, I sat stone silent in the car with my father and let myself wonder. I imagined if the person had asked what I hope or dream for.. Would I have answered something pretentious like 'I wanna be a big shot lawyer someday' or would i have simply been truthful and said I wanna climb Mount Matterhorn and live in Switzerland?

I have thought of what it might be like if I do get into the universities that I've chosen. I have also definitely thought of what it could be like if I don't fly off at all. Honestly the latter occupies my mind the most. Pessimistic I know.

December's coming soon. I just can't wait for Morocco and Spain. And Cairo :D. I don't exactly have fond memories of the bitter cold weather in Egypt but at least I'll get to see Firdaus. I think.

I like pine trees.