Somewhere woop woop

(Woop Woop is an invented name for an unimportant town, from the moview Welcome to Woop Woop ,1997)

I reckon you guys might be a bit bored with my complains. Besides, to blame it all to my internet connection, it is really really bad... So I couldn't upload any pictures, even if I wanted to.....

Okay, just on a happy side, less rambles about unemployment and psychological behavior observatory studies, I went to Mount Dandenong last weekend with my usual bunch of mates. Hey, I do go out every weekend, I just don't see the point to take heaps of picture in Melbourne CBD, since I basically go to the CBD every other day. I do have a life, which I enjoy my days with mates......

Anyway back to Mount Dandenong. We planned to go there to celebrate one of my mates' mother birthday. Well, it might sound weird, but I don't mind joining and bring myself to the place where Scones and pancakes are to die for. For anyone who came from Victoria, they might tell you that Miss Marples's scones are the best. I couldn't not assure their statements because I have not tasted their scones......

Okay, this is how it goes, Miss Marples's tea room do not receive phone booking, and since we storm the lovely quiet town with 8 people, we are not sure how well can we get a bloody seat. So we went to another more presentable yet less populated and accept booking restaurant called Fortnum. But because of unforseen circumstances, we were terribly late, and were too full to have any of their scones.
This is the menu. I went with the "Today's special" instead.
Which is Cheesy potato pancakes with smoked salmon and capers. The pancakes weren't that good, compared to those in Lake Entrance floating restaurant, and it is way too creamy.... Oh and did I mention it is way too small and expensive for someone like me? A bloody $19.00 which I reckon I paied through the nose for that....
This is the lovely restaurant.
Then because we had too much foods, we went for a walk around the place, Sassafras.
Although it smells very nice, I just can't put them into it, cause I had the birthday cake.
That's Miss Marples, I will try to eat over there next time.
Okay, I will try to finish this entry with a very cute sign I saw when waiting for them to buy gelati. Dogs? no, HOT DOGS! hahaha.

driven to desperation?

Sometimes, I just have this feeling that I really want to go back to the outback. But now I am feeling I really want to stay in the metropolitan again. I don't know what I want now. Having headache, not because of this, but a real one.....

So does this behaviour of running away from the metropolitan to somewhere quieter and starry night means I am subconsciously driven to desperation? Am I that desperate to get a job, that I will just go after any jobs that come out offer? I know this come back to the debate saying "Beggars can't be choosers". So I did, I applied for any job that I think I am fit for the company, and any jobs that is offered in regional Victoria or Tassie.

If you are reading it right now, you might be saying this out loud" Blueh, you completed your Honours with a good grade, you have good contacts with the people outside, you have the experiences in that particular field, what more are you asking for?". I guess I should put it in the fish terminology. A fish might has a beautiful fin features, very nice scales, but it tends to sink to the bottom (no good resume), it will only be a small fry in the deep ocean with plenty more fishes. I realised that, and trying to swim up shore now!

Then, it just came to me. Am I also ready to live my life from the metropolitan? No good Asian foods or groceries, not much entertainment and not many gym options, not even a group of friends I can hang out with. I was telling myself it will be alright, cause I have stayed in Churchill before, for two freaking years, and I loved that outback. But what I has come to realise, after my aunt reminded me, that I have always go back to the metropolitan every month, to have my city-life fix. Will I be able to withstand this temptation, and will I die of boredom because I won't be able to go back to the metropolitan so often.

But when it comes to the end, the level of desperation is set by oneself, because the line of normal and desperation is so vague. If he/she thinks that by going with that particular option is up to the highest level of desperation, he/she probably might be. Or otherwise.