Oh. I have a blog. Okay. And sorry. This should be published earlier. Imagine I posted this on mm, err, sometime in April, okay? alright.
I have not been doing anything much in the holidays. I didn’t go to work. Running errands around town, and maybe sometimes I would just go out with my friends. My life’s kinda dull. And of course I’m the one to blame lah for my own boredom.
I’ve been playing the piano. I put on my earphone on one side and let my other ear hear the piano as I press the keys. Yeah, I depend on my mp3 player to tell me how’s the rhythm and such, and then my fingers just try to press the keys. I don’t know id the keys are precise, but I didn’t care, at least the sound is there, it sounds a little bit like the song, haha. I love music.
Speaking of interests, I think I’ve been neglecting my other hobby, sketching. Art. I love art since I was little. Watching home video tapes of times when I was younger, I’ll see myself on the colouring book, constantly colouring, adding details to parts that I like. I wanted to be an artist. But nowadays, the interest just dims itself like faint burning charcoal, waiting for some wind for it to burn brighter. I don’t feel like drawing anything lately. I’m afraid that I won’t draw as well as I used to. I’m afraid of that. but I don’t feel like drawing anything. so I don’t.
Reading, been reading the same book. It’s been a month now. Kafka On the Shore by Haruki Murakami. Maya bought it. I only read when there’s no electricity. or when I wanted to. Gosh I should spend my time to read more.
My interest-of-doing-anything level during the holidays is just so dim. or is it always this dim?
