In Motion

The other day, JW and I were talking about teenage angst, and I mentioned that I couldn't understand how teenagers felt like life was meaningless and dark and there were days they felt like they couldn't get up. Like seriously, how hard can teenage life be? I know it sounds insensitive of me to say so, but that was what I truly felt as a teenager. JW, however, said that I was the exception, not the rule. Apparently, he had gone through similar feelings and angst as a teen (that certainly explains his love for Avril Lavigne songs). That got us into a deep discussion about the roots of angst. Now, this is by no means a verbatim summary of what was said. The gist of the discussion was that as a teen, there's the need to fit in, there are questions about your purpose and existence, not to mention hormonal changes which make you wonder if you're attractive to the opposite sex. We also dissected how and why I managed to sidestep all those pitfalls of angst. And then I...

It's so much warmer today! You can tell that I've thawed by the fact that I'm writing in longer sentences as opposed to short, choppy ones. =P The weather outside is perfect at the moment. I can't help but hope that it'll stay like this for the rest of October, November , and December...if I really had my way I'd go all the way up to February and skip winter altogether. A girl can dream. =P Anyway! Today's post will be about a recurring nightmare of mine, and I find it very telling about my greatest fears. What would be my greatest fear, you ask? According to my recurring nightmare, at least, it's the fear of missing a flight. Or, to be more precise, failing to finish packing before a flight, and missing the flight as a result. It's odd and not so odd at the same time. The odd thing is, I've never actually missed a flight in my life . Having flown so often in college, I was always on top of things and had a very clear idea of my flight sche...

Brrr. Hurricane Matthew ushered in a cold spell, and I've been bundled up like nobody's business for the past few days. Even Jasmine spends most of the day hibernating, so it's not just me and my whiny self. A part of me is crying blue murder since I can't believe summer's ended. I even checked the weather forecast for the next 10 days, hoping desperately that it's going to get warmer. You can't blame me - hurricanes don't happen every day and this colder weather might just be a temporary thing. =P This week's not going to get much better, but I see a few spots of sunshine (read: >70 degrees Fahrenheit weather) next week. The last remnants of summer! I just bought some nice summer outfits on sale, so I'm still hoping for a chance to debut them. Speaking of which, end-of-season sales are the best time to shop for summer outfits. Summer clothes are really the only outfits that I should buy at this point, given that we're planning to go b...