Meet me at the lake

There was a three-quarter moon out last night, very bright, in a clear sky.

After walking around looking at possible gift ideas for various people, I decided to watch The Lake House. Keanu still doesn’t quite look fourty but almost.

I enjoyed the movie, mostly because of the two main actors. The story was not too bad, assisted by the dog and other supporting casts. I wonder how the original Korean film, which The Lake House was based on, is like.

On my way out of the theatre, I realised that maybe 90 per cent of the crowd were couples. I sat between two. But I didn’t mind it much. It was good be out alone, a bit of ME time.

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I guess there is nothing wrong in being ordinary. There’s a Japanese word heibon 平凡 which, in my dictionary, translates into commonplace; mediocre; common; ordinary; undistinguished.

Maybe not mediocre but more undistinguished. That’s not entirely bad but that was how I felt about someone I’ve not seen in a very long while. And it scared me a bit, because I thought to myself I never want to end up like that. Even if I’m not a successful anybody, I should at least have a bit of character. Something people would notice, eventually, if not right away.

That sounds like vanity talking.