I am a very smart person. I am not bragging. I know a lot of things about a bit of everything. Again, I am not bragging.
Even though I know I how smart I am, I know my limits. I don't like pretending to know something when in reality, I don't. Whenever I encounter something I have no idea about, I quickly ask the people around me about it to have a bit of knowledge about it.
I am NOT good in my native language, which is Tagalog. Screw me right? But at least I'm honest.
This past weekend, I was playing a game which was in Tagalog and it was eating me up because there were some words I don't understand. I admitted to my friends how dumb I am and even gave them some English words that I don't know in Tagalog. Suddenly, one of my bastard friends decided he wanted to crack a joke about one of my questions.
I asked everyone what was 'kamalig' in English. Everyone in the room said that the English word for it was 'barn'. Then my bastard friend entered the scene and this transpired:
Vlake: "Ang tanga mo naman, yun lang di mo alam. Barn yun." (You are so dumb, you should know that. It's barn.)
Brix: "Oo na. Sorry ha?" (Fine. I'm sorry.)
Vlake: "Barn! Alam mo na, nasusunog! Barning!" (Barn! You know, burning! Barning!)
Everyone in the room exploded with laughter then killed my friend for being such a smart-ass. ^0^v
About Me
- Jing
- i am dull. i laugh at my own jokes. i have insatiable insecurities toward almost everybody for having almost everything. yes, dude, insecurity. that’s one of the few things i have. i feed on self conceit. i fear almost everything. i try hard. i have this impulse that stops me from using my brain (if i really have one) properly. i am unreasonably kind. i easily give trust, yes, even to strangers. i love to start sentences with pronouns, especially on a first person basis. i am a horrible writer. i suck at making criticisms. i cannot even polish my grammar. my memory of the significant past is constantly deteriorating. the parcel of intellect that i have left is continuously diminishing. i’m sorry, i’m plain negative. i need a psychologist. i think i’m paranoid. there are weird voices in my head. i’m always famished. my thoughts are unorganized. i write too slowly. my penmanship is horrible. i suck at computer games.as always there’s a “but” at the middle of it all. i’d rather not specify what follows.
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