A Dose of Normality

T’was university years when I met him. I did not notice him on the first day as I barely notice anyone (because I am not that good remembering faces and names).

Just a normal day.

It’s on my second day that I became aware of his presence. He was not wearing glasses then; and one thing I remember about him is his backpack. Yeah, I wonder what’s inside this guy’s bag. I even asked myself what kind of student would bring so many things on his second day of school?

The next day, I saw him wearing glasses. Just the normal guy~ average in intelligence with squirts of genius during certain times. He would shock you that he knew what you are thinking. He calls that instincts, I call it luck. He is one of the weird-type students walking the catwalk university munching some words, talking to someone. But he is also one of the jerks that would enter your classroom taking some chairs with him outside and sit down during the changing of classes.

He is a regular 2K3 student with a few slip-ups along the way. Specifically, 2K3-015887-7 student (now, this would give you an idea what university he came from).

He enjoys french fries talk. If you wanna know his life’s story, go and buy him french fries. He would talk until the fries is gone. It’s his weakness, BTW.

His mind is more of a night sky: deep and blank. And his student life is more of a meteor shower: rushing of deadlines and cramming of projects. But this guy’s unbelievable. He would pull off a thesis skeleton that he made overnight.

But he is not special. He would receive failing scores in quizzes. Sometimes, he would perfect the exams. He sometimes study. He sometimes not.

He loves rooftops. He quit being a writer for the school’s yearbook publication. He doesn’t care a thing. And he doesn’t know why.

That’s it. He is Akso.

And this is Chello. Signing off!