One Huge Snob.

It was midnight when I chatted a blogger, and this was our first meeting. As she laid down her first impressions to me, I laughed and paused for a moment. Well, I’m expecting her answer. I’ve heard thousands of people, of testimonials, of rumors, and of letters telling me that I’m a big snob. Suplado. I’m used to it.

But being snobbish in the blogosphere made me cringe for moments. Am I? Really?

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And my utmost apologies to all the blogs affiliated in this blog, for not being a responsible reader to your blogs. I myself cannot comprehend with the reason of my actions. Sometimes, the posts are too long. Oftentimes, I’m busy. Moreover, it’s STILL my fault.

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Arriving at 6:00 in the morning at school would be my routine. The dull days of studying, of tension with quizzes, of reviewing and of listening to some boring teachers (namely; Physics, English, Religious Education) lull me to sleep. But I have found a classmate that would deplete boredom and quench my thirst for fun.

Her name is Mhadel. She is my clown. I suspected that she has an autism, a slight one. An only child. She narrated me that she was actually the last baby of her Mom; two others died of miscarriage. I am thinking about the possibility of abnormal (or worse, paranormal) diseases with this girl. There are lots of instances, actually, where her autism is very evident.

• One. She sings Atlantika (you know, the ooooh-ing sound) while the teachers discuss. And worse, she’s even off-tune.
• Two. She once performed an unexpected exhibition of gymnastic talent by sitting in a chair’s armchair. Unsurprisingly, the armchair went unbalanced and tossed her – and her legs splitted. The next thing I know, she was cursing me since her butt hurts.
• Three. During the Unit Test, she asked me the answer for Question # 10 (English Test) – Test III: Anagrams. The word is ‘Enroll a Toy Scheme’ – then make this into a place where you learn the basics. I whispered the answer: Elementary School. She doubted and asked me – HINDI BA NURSERY RHYME? I laughed at her, and she was laughing at her mistake.
• Four. She told me and my seatmates that all her suitors died in a collision with either a truck or a bike.
• Five. Kapag naiisip ko siya, it’s either matatawa ako or matatae sa mukha niya.
• Six, she made a prayer in Christian Living and invented the words ‘providor’ and ’savier’.
• Seven, I asked her: pano mo gustong mamatay? She wanted to be murdered. Sucks for her, huh? It’s not impossible to happen, since her existence in this world pesters everybody.
• And lastly, her award-winning piece. It’s actually displayed in her chair (but I tore it off).

Presenting, Mhadel’s Boutique!

Regrettably, three teachers have seen her work and laughed so hard.

Today’s Vindication’s (this blog) 4TH Monthsary! Woot. And I’d be posting here irregularly since I have my personal site na. Hehe, so that’s all.

~ by utakgago on December 1, 2006.