however, that didn't work too.
don't ask me why. (",)
4.12.05
chestnuts roasting on an open fire... tis' the season to be jolly! goodness, it's just 21 days, 2 hours, and 30 minutes before christmas... and i really feel it, no thanks to the blazing lights engulfing the abode next to us, to the green-and-red color combinations that's part of the latest fad, the long queues formed on every place necessary, and the constant reminder of our adviser *pfooey* about the classroom decorations.
and knowing that the advent of this season brings economic skills and thriftiness, maybe i should present my personal wishlist this yuletide... later. but before i start about the difference between "kris kringle" and "exchange gifts", which is essentially nothing, maybe i should tackle on more serious matters, like...
"4 o' clock sa covered court na ha!" "lakad na lang tayo papunta!" "game, first note!""joooooy.... joy!" "ayyy! wala sa tono! eto, pakinggan niyo... *pindot sa mini-piano.* ayan gets nyo na?" "gab, libre naman ng fishball diyan o?" "ano ba wala munang gagalaw!" "hala, paos si arvie!" "ano, tatanggalin na ba natin si ceña?" "avo! makinig naman kasi kayo diba?" "teka, ayusin natin yung dynamics natin, kasi puro pa-pa-pa lang yung naririnig sa recording..." "o wala munang uuwi, hanggang 6 tayo!"
yes, you heard it right; this is the time when we sing our voices out to oblivion, when we fine-tune ourselves for the welfare of the whole body. welcome to our fourth (and probably, last) carolfest practices, held on the pag-asa covered court during weekdays, 4 to 7 in the evening.
the venue itself is a problem; first of all we hired the place for 100 pesos per hour for 10 days, which is quite.. costly. then the resident people are other factors as well. they come to the court to play streetball, only to find out that they will not be allowed to enter the gates... that kinda sucks for them. so rather, they force their way in the court and spit on each other...
but besides that, everything is on smooth sailing, i presume. as of yesterday, wednesday, we've just completed the english and tagalog songs, and are currently on the polishing and choreographing process. excluding some minor casualties to voice loss (it won't really affect the overall performance) and memory gaps (concerning lyrics), we're on the right course... hopefully.
of course, this is all made possible by our dearest instructor, ate tin, from the UST observatory of music. a full-pledged soprano, she had amazingly little difficulty in teaching the basses and tenors. if she'd been more consistent, however.... i mean, forget it.
and by the way, she knows her German (where w's are stressed as v's, and r's are commodities) too... proved by her flawless version of Ode to Joy by Friedrich von Schiller/Ludwig von Beethoven...
freude schoner gotterfunkin tochter aus elysium wir betreten feuertrunkten himmlische dein heiligtum deine zauber binden wieder was die mode streng geteilt alle menschen werden bruder wo dein snafter flugel weilt
and another thing - i'm a bass, so don't be surprised if i ever include in my wishlist my aspirations of being a tenor (go ahead, laugh!). just kidding...
i'm just hoping that we'll be able to steal a win from our counterparts, because the fishball peddler consumed twenty pesos of my daily allowance, and it really was worth it... too bad we won't be heading there anymore... i think. that said and done... good luck to everyone.
*coming up: my personal christmas wishlist. prepare yourselves... hahaha. (",)
g_b got tired of senseless ranting by 18:03. |
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.
