I Want My Chino, Paare.
Like wow, paaare.
It didn't help that products of these exclusive schools had a more distinct accent compared to products of others where diction is less of a priority than say, determining the discriminant of any quadratic function. These boys slurred their R's, pronounced their schwas, and spoke in a manner both derisive and insulting.
It should be no surprise that someone will eventually create a running joke about boys like these, those into the manor born, they who live the Country Club life, and into whose ears the secrets and passwords to the country's wealth and power are whispered. In fact, Smart has had a ring back feature parodying this very cultural phenomenon.
However, people who've lampooned this sorry state of affairs in print are few and far between. Of late, bloggers like caffeine rush have been using the Internet to produce one of the most hilarious takes on the subject. For me, it is his irreverence and flair for the local that has gained him quite a following (read: his online persona is not only an airhead, but is also quite tactless). In fact, his post, kadiri kaya yung fete has generated around 187 comments as of this posting, some of them flattering, and some not so. In his blog, he makes an effective satire of the Starbucks-worshipping, class-splitting, self-absorbed coño crowd.
Pretty impressive for an Atenean, if I say so myself.