I know my siblings write, and I know they are excellent writers - grammar, composition and content-wise.
Even Daniel has surpassed my number-of-posts.
I am not entirely done grumbling about my blog's... errr.. weakness. And since seeing Chantal and Daniel engrossed in writing and reading online, I asked for a topic to blog about, and Daniel suggested "frogs". Chantal added "love".
And so. I remember writing an essay about highschool and relating my experiences to that of a frog's life cycle. The significance of that particular essay is not on the clichéd content, but on that silly fact that I wrote and completed that essay using my left hand. Apart from my MANY categorized and uncategorized diaries and journals – I have, since then, long kept a separate journal strictly for my left hand. Interestingly, the flow of thoughts and the degree of contemplation actually differ for each hand used.
When Daniel suggested “frogs”, I thought of Lej. I remember Chantal recalling earlier today a Lej-chasing-frog episode. I have been home for two days already, and I conclude that Lej is a manifestation + extension of true, selfless love.