I love to sit and talk under a tree, When there is no lightning. :)

Today's mood is well, moving up the ferris. Yesterday was really bad!Quite strange. I have this analogy of a Mood Ferris. When the mood feels really good, this mental image of a ferris pops in my head, and i think to myself, okay. So this is the top of the Mood Ferris. Tomorrow will only mean going on the downway path. Quite a dank grey thought. But when the mood is black, it can only mean One positivity. See, our world is governed by opposites. ;)


The 2 hrs sleep from the previous night was such a disappointment. Of course it didnt stem from raw studying (i hardly do more that what is required). I was reading a book by Scott Fitzgerald, titled, Tender is the Night. I got it off the rack from Borders last week, courtesy of random browsing. The cover caught my eye. It is in grayscale, and the girl in the picture looked trapped in her vulnerable thoughts. Anyways, the title was cheesy enough. Was thinking to self that this must be another forlorn love story, till i did a prata flip to the book.


It says.."desolation is a precondition of the lyrical....a beautiful novel about failure." How warped. But sounds intriguing. Yeah, so i scooted to the counter, with book in hand. :)


I digressed. Class was a-okay. Met Joanna out of pure coincidence at the free access. The girl was saying that she is pretty worried about not securing a job post-graduation. But her worries were not totally ungrounded. From what i learnt from her, accountancy grads usually secure a job placement with the firm they were interning for. Jo's sources? Her jc classmates rather. Haha..the hcjc-overachievers. :)


We plonk our arses at Cafe Quad, talking about the randoms. Like how in Spore, there is tax relief for wife support if your wife/ex-wife earns less than 2k a month, but apparantly, there is no husband support for that. Talk about gender equality. hmm! How a guy in his 50-s was paying 50k in taxes. Monthly, mind you. Not annually. And about backpacking spots. That really did psyched me up. :) Hee, and the taxable income for a typical fresh grad (assuming a salary of 2k) will be 3%, which works out to be 60 buckaroos. Hehh..Talked about how in fact, men are emotionally softer than the females. And that elderly suicide rates are climbing, where our sweet island got a 2nd placing for that. Something is really wrong! Elderly depression they call it. I'm a little afraid to venture my thoughts to there. Cause i really cannot attach a thought to that. Should i think happy line-dancing? Knitting furiously? Or?


Its good how we meet coincidentally everytime, and we yak and it brings us back to the good ol' Rv days. Sitting at staircase corners, without caring a little hoot that we were having white skirts on. Ah, miss those times so much. Who would want to do random things now? The Per/hr timings seem to be relegated to equate to a certain dollars, with a certain cents. With scant regard that you cant buy any happy sappy emotions at any cost.


The Heart bank is like an debit account. With no beg balance, no transfers in, only transfers out! This is SO Sad. Just thankful of the 2 hrs we spent.