Blogging

okayokay. the truth of the matter is this.
I’m keeping two blogs at the same time. And on top of those two blogs, I also keep a journal.
Why? I’m not exactly sure. But it’s definitely the reason why none of them are getting quite enough attention.
But I do admit, each blog/journal holds its own little purpose. Each one has a different audience.
This wordpress has a stranger audience, so I use it to blog about more general thoughts and feelings. My xanga has a community of close friends, so I use it less formally and blog about more intimate things. I write poems. Or I ramble. And then I have my journal. An audience of myself and God. It’s where everything big and small goes, whether it’s personal or gossip, worries or excitement… I think it’s this journal that documents the real me. What I really feel. Because there, in those pages, there’s nobody to judge.

So this whole keeping-two-blogs-and-one-journal thing. It doesn’t really help me very much. But then again, I also don’t get too attached to any of them, so it’s easier to stop. Or should I say neglect? But those journals have really held a place in my heart longer than any blog has, since I’ve been journaling since fourth grade. And I can’t quite go for a full month of no-journaling without feeling empty.

But the point is that sadly, I’ve started to lose the intimacy with this blog.
And I suppose I’ll just get this thing going again whenever I feel the need to, yeah?

PS so for the past two days, I’ve been sitting outside painting scenery for four hours straight. And I’d just like to say that it’s a very relaxing thing to do, especially when the breeze feels like mingling for a bit and the mosquitoes aren’t nagging for some food. It’s just nice to get lost in all the shades of greens, with nothing on your mind except for how to mix the perfect color. And even though I’m not exactly exceptional at art in general, I liked painting those trees quite a lot. I could see them dancing. Can you?