Dream On.

I have not been in good terms with my mother. And I still don't know why. She gets mad for the most unimaginable reasons. But at least it was better than a few days ago.

Anyway, POP is tomorrow. Finally, after about three or four times of being post-poned. Only that I don't want it to be tomorrow. I am so very unprepared to take over and neither are my squadmates. I think. Okay, enough of NPCC. Two weeks in a row, on the same day, there's a sad occasion.

We're doing trig now for emaths. And co-ordinate geometry for a maths.
I wonder what this has got to do with piloting and arts management in the future.
laugh out loud.

I have big dreams but I do so little.
Typical.