however, that didn't work too.
don't ask me why. (",)
20.11.05
Q: What is the only constant entity in reality? A: Change....
...and a whole lot of change for this week. due to the arrival of a relative guest who'll stay in our house for three months, things have gone haywire in our beloved abode since last week.
the old white floor tiles were replaced with new white floor tiles. the pipes wre reconstructed. the bathroom went through an extreme makeover. all the stuff at the master's bedroom (except the bed, its sheets, the drawers, fan, and curtains) were stacked at our bedroom.
from seven in the morning to five in the afternoon, the population density in our territory doubled.
my mom frantically scurried here and there to do floral arrangements and prepare sumptuous dinners on nightly bases. my dad was more paranoid, as our car suddenly broke down while skidding to a halt in the garage. i was relegated to house sentry, eyeing all the workers inside our gates.
come the day of this uncle's arrival, things only went worse; noise pollution had doubled and so did air humidity.
Q: What do I do when I'm depressed? A: Eat chocolate.
Uncle John finally arrived, officially ending the paranoia, noise pollution, and population explosion" all at the same time... which is good news. and more good news? yes, were you thinking along the lines of "nestle" or "cadberry"?
as of "crunch" time, i've had 7 Crunch mini-bars, 4 Butterfingers, and 5 BabyRuths. and i'm not experiencing any burnout from such, which helps (as i tear open another Crunch bar) because I'm in my recurring state of delirium as I write.
g_b got tired of senseless ranting by 21:56. |
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.
