Emptying

I've been feeling dull lately. Have nothing to talk about, but always keep trying to have something to say - as a result I end up talking about those trivial things - gossips, old stories being told again and again, works, complaints, ... I realize it must be very boring to listen to. The problem is I've stopped working on my hobbies and personal interests because I'm so drowned with works and problems. It's been ages since I watch movies, listen to any music, draw, write, cook, or anything. I wonder where have those spirit and curiousity gone. I remember a few years ago talking to O, "I don't get it why people getting boring as they're growing old - we people shouldn't stop pursuing our interest and not let the daily chores take away our colourful life. I'm sure I wouldn't be one of those people when I'm older." Yet, I feel I'm becoming one of them. I've joined the squad. But hey, not too late to withdraw. I'm emptying the old stale stuffs in my rucksack to make room for the new. I promise not to be the one who brings the dark clouds into the room but instead I will be the sun, as sunny as it can be!

Btw, it was O's mom's birthday this week. I remember a few years ago - back when we just met - he called me late in the evening, asking if I could accompany him to find a birthday cake for her. I agreed, I thought he's somewhere around my area, it turned out that he came all the way from his house to pick me up, and back to the cakery in his area. How sweet! He could have done it by himself if he didn't bother to include me. I think we ended up having one piece of cake for ourselves there. :-)