i have 50 essays and application questions to mark this weekend.

sometimes, i think it's tragic how my life has come down to. numbers that entail mind-numbing marking.

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i want to explore where my life is going, philosophise about my identity right now but i have neither the words nor the mood for that. like, i wanna write a lengthy post but i am now hesitating and think, "what is there really to say anyway?
i hope this doesn't mean that i have lost the fire within me. hahaha.

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direct instruction (aka spoonfeeding) does help. i see tangible results of how some students have applied those insights in their mock papers. it's comforting, i suppose.

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i don't think that the worth of a life is measured in terms of the projects he has to show for his labour at the end of the day. i wanna do things-meaningful, impactful things-but i don't think every day is meant to be full of adrenalin and excitement. i don't need to be consumed within a passion to prove to myself that i am living. i can be-and am-quite contented with the mundane. watching House and Grey's Anatomy. reading Playing for Pizza. receiving my daily dose of gossip on realitynewsonline.com. going for Remedial Training.

i think my days aren't half-bad. but i feel a void.

it's like i wanna watch my dvds but also wanna attend more enrichment courses so as to expand my repertoire of knowledge and skills. i'm quite glad that i signed up for the translation diploma. if only there is one more thing that i am embarking on.

that's it, isn't it? the continual hunger for this one more thing

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i like the cover of this one. glad that i recently finished this.

Like Steve Jobs says, "Stay hungry. Stay foolish." :)