Maeyonnaise

The past few days I have been struggling to come up with posts here. I had so many topics I wanted to write about but I often saw them too personal to post here. It was only recently that I actually realized that there are quite a few readers I personally know who do pass by and read. J It’s a good thing I know. It’s just that by nature I am a private person. With that in mind, I don’t know why I have been blogging for this long if I don’t like things in my life to be known to the general public. Hahaha. I guess before, I thought that my blog was read by people I don’t know in person. There is some kind of courage that strengthens me under the mask of anonymity (sp ?). Well, since I started to make the blog more personal with identifiable images of me and those who are in my life, I often find myself re-thiinking personal posts and making them more general information. Unfortunately, I cannot always do that. It’s my moods you see. There are times when I am feeling a bit senti… sometimes dramatic (hence the dramas in poems)… other times journalistic… and there are times when I feel like being WORDLESS. That is when however I force myself, I would rather watch something than say anything. Furthermore, I get easily bored so doing the same things would definitely make my mind run to the next exciting adventure. Hahaha. That would make a great post. Maybe I should be more true to myself and write about how I feel instead of how I should feel.

I totally admire bloggers who just pour out themselves into this without a second thought. I admire those who just let everyone into their minds, their hearts and even their soul through their written thoughts. I specially admire those who updates their blog with interesting reads daily, if not, at least regularly.

I guess I am just not born to be a writer nor someone whose life is for public consumption (or judgement). No wonder I always shy away from fame but would definitely wish for fortune sans fame.

I think from today, I will just write as I feel. This is by the way, MY JOURNAL. How can I call it that when I can’t even write as I feel ?!

Anyway, I’ve babbled enough. You may proceed to as you were. J