I sometimes wonder where I get my kadaldalan.
I remember when I was in Preparatory school in CSA. I was 6 years old. Papa picked me up from school and was able to talk to my class adviser. Paguwi namin pinagalitan ako. Ang daldal ko daw kasi sa class. The next year, I was in first grade, when my parents talked to my adviser again, same ang comment. Ang daldal ko daw. Pinagalitan na naman ako. I can’t forget that because while pinapagalitan ako, I went to the room of the kasambahay. Nandun ako sa may ironing board. Kasing height ko siya kaya alalang alala ko pa. I was scared and crying kasi pinapagalitan ako na madaldal ako. Simula nun, I get scared whenever my parents are able to talk to my class advisers. Lagi kasi sinasabi na madaldal ako.
Fast forward to 12 years after, I was already in college. The teacher made me and my 3 other classmates go out of the class. Ang daldal daw kasi namin. In fairness to me, tumatawa lang ako. Hindi ako dumadaldal. Pero since kakambal ko na ang kadaldalan, napalabas din ako. It was so embarassing that time but I only laugh about it now.
At least I am able to use my kadaldalan in a productive way. I blog and now I’m vlogging!
Here’s one episode of Ask Mommy Fleur. You ask the questions and I answer as honestly and candidly as I can =)
May mga Ask Mommy Fleur questions pa kayo? I shall not screen! I will answer all! =)