lesson learned

in a quest of finding the true calling of life, we will find that there's always the first time for everything. first cry, first kiss, first words, first day at school, first love, first job, and zillion other firsts.

well recently, i did my first movie alone. 'whattttt?' you said.. movie? alone? in a theatere?... well hold your breath, because that's the way i used to look at it. but when I finally struggled all that thoughts and pull up the power to drag myself for one of those 3-hours collosal movies, I changed my mind.

i swear to god, it's not that bad. in fact it's kind of great. the idea of not having someone to ruin your concentration is wonderful. yes, i also didnt have someone to discuss orlando's super cutie look, but believe me it's not that bad.

i dont know wheather it was because the matter of the right kind of movie, or because of my situation of great boredom, or just a matter of right timing and places, but i've decided that I should do it more often.

yeah, maybe it's only the idea of doing it for the first time that had frightened the hell out of me. but when i finally did it, this 'first time' thingy is not as bad as i thougt. LESSON LEARNED!