however, that didn't work too.
don't ask me why. (",)
12.12.05
at long last, i've recovered from my previous entry. i'm not supposed to be evil, right? and so should you. but you should know what we tried to do about it...
after that disastrous tuesday afternoon misfortune, we went straight up to the fourth floor and apparently conceded to defeat through prayer. i was wrong, because after letting go of interlocked hands... aw, man, forget it. half the class were down in tears, a few were venting their frustrations on the blackboard, and all of us were clamoring for vindication and justice. *wow.*
meanwhile, i was pondering about having ice cream, when i met two of my classmates, both sporting unhappy looks. a light bulb flickered to life inside my psyche...
"oy! gusto niyo ng ice cream?" i shouted at the twosome.
they, at an instant, agreed. i was thinking whether to continue with this good deed, when two more. i offered them the former, and i got the same response. with a light heart, i gave away seven more... maybe i was just trying to make them happy, or what, but it gave me a very nice feeling...
then the group went to mcdo, where a pack of classmates were silently and sadly munching fries and sundaes. we joined them and engaged in a long discussion regarding the past few hours' events. then a french fries-barrage ensued, followed by a heartwarming signature parade. this is avogadro-four we're talking about, ladies and gentlemen...
the next day, becquerel-4 ran away as carolfest champions (congrats!) and darwin-4 ended up third (congrats too!). all the fourth-year presentations were exceptionally excellent... forgive me for being biased, by the way.
errr... now what?
uhmm.. did you know that i was once a chubby, cute, and adorable boy? NO? hey, that's an insult. for your information, yes i was... once.
when i came out of my mother's womb, i weighed 6.6 pounds. by the age of two, i had a well-rounded face and physique. age four? i looked like someone who's feeding an alien entity inside me.
so what did happen? mommy and nanny started spoonfeeding the well-rounded person. the round boy almost nearly forgot how to eat on his own... by age four.
thus, the deterioration process. maybe it was all part of the so-called growth gap, from age 4-10... coupled with regular and severe bouts against asthma... age nine, i was confined half a month for pneumonia and tuberculosis.
since then i lost my enthusiasm for eating a lot, and my metabolism rate zoomed sky-high.... and, voila! the present-day gabriel. the only memoirs of my glorious days are a few photo albums...
i've shown some of these photos to my classmates, and they ended up wondering if i am really human. (",)
moving on, you might know that the two following days were regular class days, except for a few highlights, like a math group game, impersonations in filipino, a math long test and a late-night economics make-up debate.
that same night i went with my mom to the grocery to by stuff for the "upcoming" retreat. a belated happy birthday to miss inah mae s. vinluan... (",)
since i'm out of words, a joyous yuletide campaign to all of you... yeah, campaign, which reminds me; i'd like to add to my wishlist a mini-LED laserlight, a sports jacket, and a small bag which could contain my lunch box, wallet, cellphone, a notebook, and three ballpens. ho-ho-ho...
up next: retreat (",)
g_b got tired of senseless ranting by 18:46. |
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.
