I had a nice convo with S over mussels and beer at monk's today. We talked about bubbles, and how JC life was a huge bubble, where all we cared about was school related. CCAs, grades, getting into a good college etc etc. Life was so much simpler back then. Now, there's all sort of things to think about- financial crises, joblessness, control issues in government, and so much more! Sometimes I feel that thinking more makes the world feel bleaker.. but that is not an excuse to think any less.. we might want to be in a bubble, to be sheltered from the realities of life, but they will still be there, whether we think about them or not. So why not think about them, and perhaps, we can make a difference.

I really haven't been blogging much at all. Reading nad's and s's blogs has made me feel like being more introspective. In the past two semesters, I have focused on getting an internship/a job- sometimes, it seems, so much that I've stopped to think about improving myself, about finding out who I truly am and really want. This is probably also due to me being in a somewhat "long-term" relationship for the first time. Being together with someone does make life less flexible in a way, but me thinks more enjoyable (for now at least). Major life decisions have to involve considering the bf and his preferences, some times so much that I feel not very me. It's good though, I suppose. Part of growing up and all is to learn to care for people and even put them above self.

Some of nad's comments have made me think that perhaps, gasps, I am boring. In some sense of the word, I am. I do not seek to hurl myself towards developing countries with a backpack. I have no obscure interests. I don't like extreme sports, or even any sports that carries a relatively high risk of injury. I like having a simple life and being happy even though I don't really know what it takes to make me happy. So far I've just amassed a list of things which I know make me unhappy, or does not make me happy, but where is that elusive end of the rainbow where all is good? Perhaps it's a figment of my imagination and doesn't really exist. Sometimes life confuses me.