November 9
This is clearly NOT my day. A string of unfortunate events happened. And the highlight today: I was elected as the president for our Developmental Journalism class. I do NOT LIKE responsibility. My goal this semester is to pass all my subjects. THAT'S IT. I never put being a president on my goal O.o I just hate it. I hate it, I hate it, I. HATE. IT. ugh. KMN please. Gahd. So long for a moderate busy semester, hello very, VERY busy semester :(
On a lighter note, . . .
I was walking on our street earlier when I saw kids playing. I remembered my little brother, my shoti liit. I miss him. And I just don't miss his being malambing, and being gullible (sometimes), and having someone to boss around (kidding Ü); I also miss his being annoying sometimes, being stubborn, being disobedient sometimes. Simply put, I miss the totality of him, and I realized that what I felt for my little brother, and the other brother (shoti laki), too is pure love. This is the unconditional love that is always found in families. And soon, I would like to feel this kind of love to another human being that is not biologically related to me. Then, we'll create our own family to whom I'll show the unconditional love that I feel towards my family and to their old man :)
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