The sun is shining. The birds are singing. Typical factors of a great day, right.
Wrong.
You look around to grasp your surroundings. You see people running and all hell breaking loose. Some appear to have blood dripping from their mouths, fragments of their skin torn. You wonder if the president has legalized cannibalism.
Wrong again.
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I am reading something I am not supposed to read.
I am still reading and I don’t know why.
I am about to peep through a blogger’s secret.
I know I might humiliate this blogger but I do not care.
My inquisitive side is killing me.
I am hyped up to know this secret.
I am about to know.
I am about to.
I am about to realize that I am fooled.
Note : Some, I think, are not ironies.
10. I have this phobia named hipopotromonstrosesquipedaliophobia which is fear of long words.
9. I generally like mellow songs but my Song Library consists of songs by Fall Out Boy, Eminem, Macklemore, and others with the same genre.
8. Some bloggers who never commented and liked any of my posts, suddenly nominate me for an award and claim they are a “huge” fan of my blog.
7. I’m not a writer but I fancy writing stories.
6. I don’t use the dictionary to define words, I use it as a thesaurus.
5. I have a specific writing format for this blog but I never proofread.
4. In school, I don’t wake up early but I never had a mark of tardy in my class card.
3. I am an introvert in the social media world. I don’t like or comment on posts. I prefer to stay offline.
2. I intend to make this part long but it’s shorter than number 3.
1. I went to a kindergarten that never taught English but instead they translated it to Bisaya (which is the Mother Tongue here).
My “first year” in elementary was the hardest part of my school years, I had to admit. Since I was accustomed to Bisaya, I had great difficulty as they taught the lessons in English.
Fastforwarding to this date, I graduated elementart as 1st Honorable Mention and joined English Campus Journalism Competitions and won some. I am even writng this blog in English (but with terrible grammar).
If you’re wondering about highschool and college, I’m still 12.
Extra Note:
Yes, with 1, I just shared with you the biggest irony of my life and my incomplete life story.
I apologize for the long post too.
¤AsilandtheKeyboard¤
On Monday, I will move to my dorm. My highschool is located some place far away from my home. It’s a boat and a bus ride away so we (my Mother and I) need to stay in a pension house.
It’s still Thursday here. That means we’re stranded here until Monday.
Okay, so the awkward situation is :
My mother is upstairs chatting with a schoolmate of mine. That leaves me alone in the room. To avoid, let’s say, ( paranormal activities) stuff, I open the door.
Then, this kid from somewhere pops up and starts staring at me while typing this. She’s still doing it right now. *shivers*
I’m trying my best to avoid eye contact.
¤Leo Knalb¤
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