however, that didn't work too.
don't ask me why. (",)
15.10.05
oh shoot. i never knew until now that writing recalling happy thoughts require such herculean efforts, or maybe at least for me... i hope this is only part of a transitional phase in the long journey to real happiness...
anyway, speaking of happy, happy birthday to fellow "writer" and boxing/wrestling simulator jason. he turns (sweet) sixteen tomorrow.
classes resume (for me) on monday, and i've got a lot of catching up to do (not counting the missed lessons), no thanks to the chronic fever boon. let me show you how much...
ENGLISH: start the day right. DON'T BE LATE. CHEMISTRY: quiz? (maybe i can go on unnoticed until the end of the quarter... hopefully...) FILIPINO: uh, oh... this IS trouble. finish summary notes - to be passed on MONDAY. and another quiz (shoot.) MATH: some quiz again... i automatically got a 70 on the last group game. A.P.: formal and straight ENGLISH debate on monday regarding cancellation of foreign debt. and a very long summative test. ASTRONOMY: i have no idea. short term goal is to be present for his class (and on time, if possible). PHYSICS: every second you're away from a physics class would cost you dearly. i still have yet to do that high tower activity. PEHM: this is a no-brainer. NOTHING (significant... hohoho.)!!!! RESEARCH: according to sources, i missed one test. i can manage that... try not to imitate the teacher's frequent "OK?" habits.
uhmm.. so much for that. it doesn't make me happy in anyway...
but i DO feel happy. inexplicably happy. exhilariated? maybe. but... it's way different from how i normally felt the past two-or-so years. seriously. maybe i'm exaggerating... but, one thing for sure, i feel strangely... strange. different? oh, let time tell whatever.
i now end this entry with a very common quote in the verncaular: "ngiti na lang!" (",)
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erratum: the philippine science centrum is located near the marikina riverbanks, contrary to what was stated in the other october 15 entry, a wild guess by the mentally challenged writer. very sorry for the lapse.
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it was just about now when i noticed that people write things about themselves in the profile section of their online diaries. then i looked at my former blog sites, and, it was like... whoa, am i really that weird?
so maybe it's time for a bit of change, a touch of conventionalism. for once, at least.
well, you see the guy in the picture? yeah, that spectacled boy running in haste? that's supposed to be me, j. gabriel de leon y limpin... what does j stand for, you ask? it's for me to know and for you to find out if you still don't know.
i'm a 16-year old boy who wears a pair of glasses, sports unkempt hair, and usually dons loose clothes. i might look a bit plump in the drawing, but in actuality i'm a tall, dark, skinny, frail guy who always forgets to drink his milk and take his breakfast. up to know i still wonder how come i stand at five-feet-eight-inches but weigh only 102 pounds...
way back then, i was a small, plump kid who showed a lot of promise. during parties, my mom and dad would usually strut around and boast of how intelligent, how healthy, how handsome i was. for eight or so years, that had been the case. i got my share of respect, like this little prince...
then came a heartbreak, and high school.
inexplicably, i suddenly became a complacent and idle guy who fell in love with my personal computer too much, even to the point of forgetting if i already had dinner. i was transformed into a student ridiculously full of potential but never getting to use the stuff. i developed a very healthy sleeping habit that made me garner the honorable distinction of being the student earliest for the nth class.
high school went on, heartbreaks pursued at will, and down to oblivion went that once promising young kid. so much for the pride of my parents.
today, i still look back to him. in fact, i'm trying to revive him, after four years of dormancy, or something more like stagnation. impossible, yes, but it's worth a try. too late, maybe, but i'll prove that it's not.
