If you’ve read the description I wrote about myself that I have placed at the sidebar of this weblog, you’ll see that I described myself as a frustrated singer, frustrated artist, frustrated everything. This is true, considering that I’ve never been best at a specific thing. I’m only a moderate kind of person, somewhat like what they call the jack-of-all-trades. It has always been this group of things that I do (and try to do) but I’ve never been actually superior at doing them. Not even one of them.

If only I could actually be great at just one thing, then I’ll feel that I’m actually be useful to myself and to other people.

And right now, once again, this is what I feel. Argh. There’s just so much I want to learn. I browse through the web and see what amazing talents and skills some people are blessed with and I envy them so much. I realize that my senior year in college was a big waste of time too. I think that, maybe if I hadn’t spent so much of my time on some crappy things (that should be left unmentioned), I would’ve learned much by now, especially the field I chose to be in.

There’s just so much I want to learn. And so little time. I know I’m not that old yet, but I can’t help but feel frustrated right now and feel the I’ve just wasted my time unlearning things. I have to get back on the learning track. I owe it to myself.

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No, this is not about the movie. This is about the novel. I didn’t expect to like it at all, but i looooved it so much! Last year, when I saw her reading it, I was kinda feeling indifferent towards the book. And even more apathetic when it’s movie premiered this year. But recently, a friend lent me her copy and I read it last weekend. I honestly didn’t know it would be better than I expected coz I thought it was just some cheesy teeny novel, a Now-&-Then-friendship-adventure kinda plot (though, the Now & Then 90’s film is also one of my favorites! hehe). I was surprised to see myself not able to put the book down (well, i did, a few times for bathroom/food/TV/text break). And was even more surprised when a few parts in the book’s plot actually made me cry. (Ugh, I hate it when i get overly sensitive.)

I was supposed to watch the movie in DVD with my friends, but I saved it after I’ve read the book. It’s always better that way. Paperback first, before the actual film. You get a lot critical that way and you get to say things like, Hey! That doesn’t how it goes in the book! Heh, mind you, I do that a lot. It irritates some of my friends. haha.

Examples of movies-based-on-novels:

• A Walk to Remember - so inaccurate.
• The Notebook - slightly inaccurate
• The Bridget Jones Diary - almost accurate

Pardon me.. the bookish side of me is babbling profusely hence this spontaneous book (and, uh, movie) review.

Last night should have been a good night. I was my wearing sneakers and was all set for it. I wanted to walk all the way from our office building to Shaw Blvd-Edsa by myself. You know.. walk in the cold night.. maybe sing a song.. talk to Him.. assess life.. feel sad, happy.. those kinda stuff (hehe. I’m so boring, aren’t I?).

So I set off. Walked. Smiled at (kind-looking) strangers. Drank from my water bottle. And softly sang a song.

I haven’t been walking halfway yet when it started to rain. And considering how it is nowadays, it won’t be long until the rain gets a little hard. Then harder.

True enough, a few seconds later the entire dark sky fell down on me. I had to walk my fastest. (I didn’t wanna run as I’m still recovering from an embarrassing experience of slipping in front of many people). The nearest roofed establishment was not at all near! My shoes and my white t-shirt (yes, it was white) are semi-drenched. And it happened that night, of all nights, when I decided not to bring a sweater!

Waaaah.

So, I went home wet and shivering. So much for a nice night for walking.

Oh well. My disappointment was compensated for immediately after as I sat comfortably and ate in front of the TV at home while talking with someone on the phone. Then later read myself to sleep with a good book.

There’s always a next time. :)