And I shall remain silent.

Considering the fact that I am not even halfway through with The Kitchen God's Wife (and the English exam is already on Tuesday, along with Chemistry), and that I have been receiving a lot of signs that I am in terrible need of sleep, I won't be posting anything for a while. I doubt that this would be a loss to anyone since people have better things to do than read my blog.

Since this is going to be my last entry (for a week), I might as well make it a bit longer. And perhaps it should be more -- what's the word? Meaningful?

The topic of this entry is based on what one of my friends is going through. In fact, it is this friend's fault that I am still awake (since I had planned to sleep fifty minutes ago). Perhaps some students can relate with this friend. I say 'students' because they don't have to be in Pisay in order to experience this: being compared to other students by one's parents.

I know how it feels like. My mom has done that to me lots of times in the past. She would always say that I could have done better. And she would always add, "Why did you get this score when got this score?"

And how does it feel? It stings. But as time passes, it doesn't sting as much as the first time.

Then again, I still don't see why some parents do this to their children. What good will comparing their kids to others' do? What's the point of bringing their own children's self-esteem down? Don't they realize that it makes their children feel that they're not good enough? That they don't deserve to be called their children?

No two people are exactly alike. Everyone knows that. Parents who love to compare should just keep quiet. There's no need to rub it in.

I really don't know if this entry makes any sense. I'm too tired to check my grammar. Forgive me for any possible mistakes.

Till then.