give a direction without a destination.

I make myself a glass of Vodka Tonic and cook some instant noodle. I packed off the post. Three things there. Hope she will like it. Well, no difference to me anyway.

Spiritually latitude and physically slack, I mechanically read half of the Raj history and reread the Politics Heywood. Shit. Mark's words in these two days often broadcasted in my brain: "The people get into cambridge, they doze and get into it." I found it depressing - albeit I am not particularly now, having a destination. Law? History? Philosophy? Damn no idea. Okay, I have to confess that, one of the reason why I would like to read law is money - shame on myself. But to be frank I would really love to find a job which can make some real contribution and change of the underprivileged with my talent (Please "talent. Fuck me, where is my talent coming from and what the hell is my talent I got absolutely damn no idea.") - okay, then interest. And then - when it comes to the this phrase - I mirror myself. Whop. No hope at all. Mediocre is the first word emerging in my mind.