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.
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