however, that didn't work too.
don't ask me why. (",)
7.12.05
monday, tuesday.
one might think one simply follows the other, but i'd say that is not the case.
the truth is, monday is the exact opposite of tuesday. or maybe that's the case for this week. let's put it this way... nothing happened in monday, but at least i'm happy. and seemingly, everybody was...
but, alas! here come tuesday. a big event took place... the last major event for the year '05, and how do i feel thereafter? plain sick 'n tired... oh crap!!!
hmmm... maybe something did take place last monday, like the last flag ceremony for the year, part of that the re-institution of the haircut rule for boys, a filipino long test, the coming-out of "voyz avenue", and the practice-for-polishing of different sections for their respective chorale presentations.
but, likewise said earlier, no untoward incident, no major and direct concussions (but there was a second year boy reported to be under coma, God lay His hands on him)... no unlikely event whatsoever. you get the point, right?
tuesday? tension. stress. near-breakdowns. christmas carols, all through happy tunes, and merry tidings, but it makes one think, what are we supposed to be merry of?
some try to find it in the songs, hoping to gain success, but in the end they find out that they weren't really given the chance to succed... they were just a fill-in, a mere intermission number, a group who will be rejected the moment they reach the first note, or say their first word...
and everyone you tell about the misfortune will wave you off and just say...
silenzio! por favor.
which is definitely not the right thing to do. forgive me, but i'll stuff all the words in the next entry. it's just too much, for now.
maybe later, a couple of fellow classmate bloggers will voice out how they feel, and believe me... there's no difference between my opinion and theirs.
did i hear anyone say technicality? shush... trash.
g_b got tired of senseless ranting by 19:07. |
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.
