however, that didn't work too.
don't ask me why. (",)
14.3.06
when you want something, all the world conspires in helping you to achieve it... i reminisced that rainy sunday afternoon, within the confines of a second-floor palma hall room. my hands were numb with cold, yet violently trembling. when the papers were given to each of the fifty-some students seated inside. it was when i said, with half-confidence and pure nervousness...
Lord, alam ko po na itinakda niyo na makapasa ako sa UP. then, looking at today, a few weeks after the results came out, i still marvel at the impact of those words, considering that back then i still had my doubts. but so it happened, and i'm really thankful...
but, when one would usually breathe a sigh of relief afterwards, mine is a real different case, and i don't want to think about it. not now...
for the meantime, i am student 2006-07148, a future up diliman student that will engage in a four-year bs psychology course in the confines of the college of social sciences and philosophy building, better known as palma hall annex.
praise the Lord. (",)
g_b got tired of senseless ranting by 19:27. |
10.3.06
[j.s. promenade '06 special correspondent's report: part 2 of 2]
meanwhile, at table number 4 on the left wing of the hall, there was a little commotion, as the seating arrangements were seemingly sabotaged, resulting to some heated discussions. eventually the dissent died down, as everybody started queueing up for servings of fish fillet, buttered vegetables, chicken, rice, and dressing... taste? tolerable, because we have to thank God for the grace. but honestly, my mother's cooking the next night was better...
at centerstage two seniors were broadcasting our very own last will and testament. surprisingly i didn't hear my name strung together with forever-late club, or the likes - a sign of good things to come, or so i thought... then followed the nomination of the royalties and cotillion de honor. the former went unnoticed; the latter, quite spectacular.
then everything else drowned when the lights went out... and when people screaming their uvulas out of their throats. but hell, i stood there at the sidelines, not interested at those fast beats. i walked to the balcony, where one could enjoy the serenity of the night stars... my right pocket started vibrating violently - someone was calling...
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take me as you are... push me off the road... the silence, i need this time to be with you...
hey, what's wrong with the sound operators? they should understand that the event was not a promenade, not a children's party! but at least they consented to play slow songs. signs of life for 30 minutes, that is, five songs... until... *flash.*
two teacher-attendee-prom organizers appeared at the podium, telling us that they have a few announcements to make, that it would take little but ten minutes. all the students obediently returned to their seats.
an eon and forty-five minutes later, the royalties were selected, the teachers were gleefully clapping as the night celebrities danced on the floor, and the students were busy eating nachos and pasta, waiting for the long night to end...
my watch told me it was 10:50, as they turned off the chandeliers; thus we had one hour to dance who we want. but then mr. dj started racking up these fast beats once more. i managed to stay away from the crowd and call a friend through the haywired sun cellular network. then i had my picture taken. nothing interesting.
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oh no, what happened to the mellow aura of the promenade? drowned by the noise, revived thirty minutes later. what the hell is wrong with these guys? add to that a small third year girl making noises on the microphone. well, i couldn't blame her if she was concerned with others' lost apparel... but announcements for photo shoots? cut it out please!
through the rest of the night a freakin' fast song would be played, as if for intermission. why do you think should they put a cueshe song on the playlist? how about a pinoy big brother theme song for a last dance? crazy. and finally, three "last" dances. right, three. what a mess. the gorgeous outfits of people didn't fit the environment... not at all.
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what's worse is i didn't get to dance a few people, no, make that a lot of people, due to time constraints. ever heard of a thirty-second dance? yeah right. i had to apologize to that person a gazillion times...
oh, forget it. yeah, it was a mess, but at least i was able to utter some special words to some exceptionally special people.
and yeah, we did have a promenade, though the country outside the halls were in deep turmoil and... anarchic reign? whatever.
p.s. the editor apologizes for not being able to emphasize on some intricate details. he blames it on mental fatigue and long-term memory loss.
g_b got tired of senseless ranting by 09:54. |
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.