Exactly a week later after euphoria and excitement, ennui sets in. Boredom. Restlessness. I'm always wary of myself when I feel this way. 'Cos I usually end up committing myself to a lot of trouble just trying to stir myself up a bit. Know what, I'm thinking of volunteering/helping out with a theatre group, preferably and probably Drama Box, if they would have me. Still considering. Do I really have the time; Is it something I really want, really believe in; Do I have something better to do nonetheless? Yes to all three. I just need a distraction to occupy my time. Work is a great substitute. But when I slow down to think about my life, I feel let down by myself.

Is blogging taking time way from writing? Yes, and no, 'coz I might not even do random and relatively decent writing on paper if I don't do it the simple electronic way.