however, that didn't work too.
don't ask me why. (",)
1.12.05
now, where were we?... ahh, yes. enter. day three, science week.
so you might ask - what IS sci-dama? well, technically it is a game of reverse checkers with a touch of math and thermochemistry concepts. with every capture one might garner points; the one with the lowest points after the end of the game wins. sounds fun, do you think?
anyway... there were six players, one from each section sans fleming. the end result: me, reynan (becquerel), nikko (curie), and don (darwin) garnering identical 3-2 scorecards, lorenza (einstein) at 2-3, and raul (edison) with 1-4.
so technically, it was a four-way tie for first. however, due to persistent demands by the organizing teachers, they instituted another round-robin stage. i was stamped out by default because i was called to practice for the carolfest, thus i ended at 4th. not that i cared...
next day was scheduled for the local science quiz, me being part of it too. i was assigned to group 5... which consisted of me, kristian (avo-3) and two others, from the first and second years. after two-and-a-half hours of not-so-easy questions, audience participation, and mild scoldings by environmental science teachers, we ended up in fourth, missing by a few points. [now you see the beauty of the number "4".]
lastly, there was this typical search-for mr.-and-ms. science model students. we weren't able to join the said event because we lacked trash; the ones who were able to get in had lots of junk stacked somewhere, most probably...
it was a three-to-four hour event, and we spent half of it ridiculing the master of ceremony (a homosexual biased freak named sir diaz) the flimsy costumes made of indigenous materials (in layman's terms, trash and trash bags; name it? they have it - from glistening bottle caps to scratch papers to cds to betamax film reels), and lastly, the contestants' certain... uhm, talents. ever heard of a fully-out-of-sync version of crazy for you, or seen a trio of frustrated ballerinas, i mean, dancers? how about out-of-the-question answers from supposedly intelligent science models? i did, and it gave me some heartful fits.
so basically, that's my last science week here in quesci. the best thing is, there was no research involved in anyway, maybe except during the awarding ceremonies... but i'd rather not say anything about it.... see, my keyboard's having spacebar problems, though you're not seeing anything of the sort... ciao! (",)
g_b got tired of senseless ranting by 20:50. |
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.
