Sanctuary
I've kept a diary ever since I was in Form 3, and I used to take it everywhere I went. I kept nice things in my diary, ticket stubs and little photos of my life. There's little packets of soil that I took from places I went to, and newspaper cuttings and short advertisements that strike my fancy. I sped through 4-5 books, and in some of books I typed my entries and pasted them into the pages. One particular volume, half an inch thick, was and still is my personal favourite, because of the speckles of blood that I left in the pages.... dried up of course. I think I cut my finger once and the diary was within reach, so I decided to stain the pages. There's the long long love letters that I would write to the people I was secretly in love with, and the horridly slandering thoughts I would write about the yucky people whom I seem to attract all the time... There's bitching about the evil friend who messes up my life and the sad sad jottings about the quarrels I use to have with Mama and Papa and my favourite people in my life.
Anyway two years ago I found my blog. You think its a diary but its really not. Its a public place for me to talk about things that matter in life to me. Some people think I'm very honest here... well maybe I am but honestly not nearly like how
she is—now she's so honest she scares me sometimes... but very nice.
Minishorts is me of course, but I have space for myself.
I have this little diary besides minishorts.net; its this place I call my 'Hideaway Sanctuary' its a place where I go really, really honest and tell all about the things that happen in my life. I don't hide there everyday, its not a place where I go as regularly as I do to minishorts.net. What I do do is go there when I feel like going there, and you know of course, if I do feel like going there, there must be something intriguing enough to push me to hide there and tell my little invisible friend who never replies what's happening in my life and what makes it so cute.
I went there today and I read the jottings and I felt joyous today. I mean I FEEL joyous today. So I wrote another entry there and you know there's something intriguing to push me there today. But you won't know what.
Happy Weekend, folks.
