Foreign Accents and Crappy Handwriting

Salutations to you my dear reader! In my third blog right here, I’m going to deal with (once again) 2 subjects, the first one being my dream while the second, a nightmare my friends and mates need to face everyday with utmost patience and tolerance. (If you detect any grammar discrepancy, wrong spellings, or anything, please leave a comment. It will be greatly appreciated. Thank You)

Foreign Accents

Harry Potter, Keeping Mum, Lily Allen, The Thin Blue Line. What do they all have in common? They exhibit one of my all-time favorite accents – British/English. Aside from British, it would also be lovely to acquire the very famous French and German accents. Why do I love foreign accents? For whenever I hear one, it makes me want to mimic how they twist their tongues and grind their teeth!

Aside from being cool, it can also be used (at least for me) to stun my mates. They’ll be all like “Hey! Where’d you get that accent?”

Having a foreign accent is included in my wishlist. (Just make sure it isn’t Asian because I’m Asian myself.)

Crappy Handwriting

I truly have the most hideous form of handwriting anyone has seen. And I’m proud of it!

Most people who have scanned my written works often utter the occasional Doctor’s Prescription/Chicken Scratch/Chinese Character/Hieroglyphics joke while reading it. They state it with such pride as if they were Penmanship Experts!

This trivial (?) dilemma bloomed during my 2^nd grade in elementary. The Bisaya-speaking people were always discriminated there one way or another. My classmates as well as my adviser humiliated me everyday. The teacher was very eager to look for any mistakes that will lead me to shame and she indeed was successful! She made me stand in front and made me write the cursive “K” and its son. I wrote the big K perfectly but it was her son, the small “k” that gave me the headache. I just didn’t know how to twist and bend those curves. With satisfaction, she shouted at me and made me cry like a pig to be slaughtered in front of my smug classmates. Since then, I hated cursive so much that I tried to murder it. But sadly I can’t so I just made it gruesome! HAHAHAHHA!

Aside from being a tool for revenge, it also became a shield from people who want to copy my seatworks, assignments, and the lot.

I have the crappiest penmanship yes but it’s also very useful!

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