however, that didn't work too.
don't ask me why. (",)
15.10.05
this is my 11th straight hour in front of the computer. yes, i've eaten two packs of chips and biscuits and drunk six glasses of cool water, but only that for a day.
and still i'm online; however from this hour on, in the wee darkness of the living room.
every possibility of being caught doing so has been virtually eliminated. no electric fans, no giveaway traces of light (all switches covered by at least something solid and impenetrable by weak light) except possibly for the very dim monitor screen, no noisy keyboard hits (typing speed reduced to a bare minimum), no screeching bedroom doors, no noisy beeping modem.
and if ever dear ol' dad heeds the call of nature, i can always turn the monitor off and scuttle quietly to a temporary refuge. uh... well, yeah, i've been caught a couple of times before... but we do learn from our mistakes, don't we? now i can rightfully say that i've mastered this exceptional art of hide-and-seek.
but you may ask... why? is it insomnia? didn't i ever care for my eye(bag)s? and this late?
no. it's the average nocturnal person's way of life, though sleeplessness may be a factor in consideration. and i still care for my eyes, yea - that's why the screen brightness is reduced to a dim, to prevent extensive damage... and i do have my glasses, remember?
lastly, internet bandwidth sharing is at a minimum in peak hours, that would be around 11 to 5 next day. that means faster surfing and downloading... and i know i'm not the only one having the same mindset out there.
do i still sleep? of course! i'm writing this only because earlier this morning i was nearly caught... nearly. but it was a just a close shave, fortunately.
sheesh, i'm starting to feel drowsy... so much for my sixth entry in two days. i better control myself from now on.
g_b got tired of senseless ranting by 23:22. |
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.
