the first time i wrote my memoir, I thought of my childhood days (6 or 7 yrs old) after we moved. i chose to write my relationship with my sister because we are cats and dogs personified. a day doesn’t end without us trying to argue about petty things like washing the dishes, sweeping the floor — definitely household chores. blame it to the keeper-dependent upbringing but i have to say that she is just naturally a little lazier than me. (yeah yeah, quite a bias narrative)
it’s a shame to say that i was in a state of sentimaental thought when i wrote my memoir. that day, she made me a favor of bringing my medicines even though she was already late in her first class. i half-agreed to the fact that i was actually moved with that favor because the day before we had a row. so i had this sentimental thought with myself reminiscing the years i share d with my sister, those times when she was the only playmate i had and petty quarrels still make her cry (because i’m more maldita than her).
She used to make the first move to make peace and I really appreciated the way she expressed her ’sorry’. it always comes in an artistic way of apologizing, to think that i’m the one who sinned (pano yan, sya ang panganay at ako pa ang bunso noon syempre high pride).
So that was the sentimental reason. the underlying context of writing my memoir is this: I am a subject of an authority that inclines me to write whatever I am rewuired of. It was an activity in CW101. Naturally, if i don’t write, i’ll probably fail. this situation is a concrete example of Marx’s capitalism. In connection with Marxism’s theory, I am just a ploretariat (student) under a bourgeoisie (teacher).
