i shouldnt feel proud. no. i shouldnt at all.
why?
1. my tagboard's funeral would be held no sooner
2. i have barrels of pending tasks
3. my mission has again failed *though my backup worked well*
BUT this burning spirit of blasting pride in me can never be drowned out, not even by the world's widest, deepest oceans.
i feel proud merely because i should be - proud of her.
i look up to her, with certain depths of admiration, mulling over the fact that she'd actually done it, with a perfectly laced end.
she's gotten half the world adulating her. yet, she doesnt seemed like she'd bother much. perhaps she's too used to those blarneys.
i feel proud because, virtually, everyone loves her, treating her as though she's some extraordinary creature materialized.
i feel proud because she is awesome for the fact that she is, capturing attention of the floor with just swift waves of her imperative tool.
though i must say that these pride leads to jealousy in the end.
im envious towards people around her.
im envious for the fact that im treated so coldly.
im envious because everyone wants to be like her.
im envious because those people dare expose their thoughts to her.
im envious for my sheer pride for her.
but i just cant construe why am i proud of her pride.
ahh..
im not desperately concerned over that.
