however, that didn't work too.
don't ask me why. (",)
4.12.05
halt... before my christmas wishlist, might as well give you an idea what happened to me the past few weeks.
you know i've just gone under a two-week blogging hiatus, so i'm trying to resurrect my stagnant internet life. i hope you understand. this won't take long.
last saturday we had our quarterly sportsfest... i mean, they had. avogadro-2 was nowhere to be found, maybe except during attendance-taking and one volleyball match.
midway past that event, the pta board called for a congregation to talk about certain expenses for some upcoming events. this resulted into an indirect verbal altercation between students and the aforementioned board. by the way, i sarcastically thank ms. awitan for siding on the parents' views but not taking into consideration our opinions.
and to those parents... thank you for undermining our capability to act morally upright due to the fact that we're mere kids. thank you for not thinking about those ill-fated students who in reality can't really pay 4,200 pesos due to more important liabilities. and lastly, thank you for taking precious time off our sportsfest.
anyway... that was my sportsfest. go ask someone not from avogadro-2 to tell you about what really happened.
then, later that night, the family ordered from pizza hut. after forty-five minutes and no pizza, my father was vociferously torching the phone mouthpiece and the receiver at the other end... maybe you've heard about that thirty-minute 911-1111 guarantee, so you get the point. when the pizza did arrive, 'pop bent his frustration on the delivery guy, who really had no fault (the call center gave the wrong directions and forgot to tell him to bring change).
in the end, i had to pay the whole package and send a blunt message ("bulok na sistema niyo!") to their call center through the motor dude. at least next time around, we have a free pizza. i just hope they won't add poison in the dough... kidding. and mind you, the quarter-hour pizza was still good...
now, for a three-in-one history, genetics, and skin tissue lesson:
asthma is a congenital disorder, and so is scoliosis, though i'm not really sure. insomnia and anemia are not, as well as seasonal depression. i don't know about astigmatism, but i have all six of them.
a stray basketball rammed into my right cheek and glasses while i was walking home two weeks ago. it left me with a scar near the right eye and a distorted glass frame. a day after, i suffered two burns after being "branded" by two of my friends, using frictionally heated metal wires.
during the sportsfest i got two small scars in my hand, as i dived for a dropping volleyball.
three days ago i acquired another scratch and two minute bruises as i was hacked by a friend while playfully "driving" to the basket on a fake reverse layup, no thanks to my already distorted glasses (which caused the deal).
this week jason and ronald remembered to do their "math assignments" and started torturing me once again with their occasional jabs and master locks, thus the return of apparently invisible but mildly painful bruises.
most recently, my right thumb is aching for no apparent reason, and my younger brother "stabbed" me at the tummy with an unused water pipe. since i had my clothes on, i only suffered a mild scratch.
add to that my recurring bouts with the six aforementioned disorders, i'm really in for a very long and happy christmas season. how do i manage? uhmm... i don't know. (",)
back at school, we have the usual: english presentations, filipino unit tests, ap summatives, and math mind bogglers. add to that the newcomer student teachers, maybe we should hope for a change, for once...
so long for now. i have to set up the christmas lanterns... *finally, after eight long years of nocturnal dimness during the yuletides...*
*up next: the wishlist. i'm dead serious...
g_b got tired of senseless ranting by 18:43. |
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.
