nothing beats winding down on a friday night with some colleagues and delicious pastries after yet another week of absolute madness brought on by the tumbling financial markets. it's so ironic how everyone has so much to say about everything yet no one can be concretely certain about anything. but one thing's for sure, the markets have spoken: postulation gets us nowhere, much less resolutions built upon postulations.
market woes aside, i'm left with saturday to collect and ready myself for our upcoming getaway trip where only 5 star luxury awaits. perhaps this is what they call life after death..