Well

You know how the successor is always a better version of the predecessor?

I always used to be excited to go home and write a blog entry. There were always uninteresting turned amusing things to say when I was younger. I used to write about drops of rain, beams of sunshine, scoops of ice cream, and really-- those seemingly meager things suddenly came alive and became worthwhile topics to share. Long walks made me think that being older (and hopefully being more mature) probably made me find such things too trivial to even write about. Who would care about raindrops anyway when everybody was too preoccupied with deadlines and how to maintain less obvious eye bags? That was until I found the culprit.

Microblogging, yes, Twitter mainly. I have run out of things to blog about because I just end up tweeting them. Reducing thoughts to 140-character statements seemed more convenient, more real-time. If I find something interesting while I'm in class I just tweet it, and then that's it, shared.

I miss my old school confidante. There's nothing quite like writing prose.

But I'm not ready to quit tweeting as well. It has become part of my routine, and it's so hard to get it out of my system!