however, that didn't work too.
don't ask me why. (",)
25.4.06
[sheesh. it's hard to expand one's daily dimensions without bringing one aspect into the brink of non-existence. my dear blog has just testified to that... for about a month, i guess.]
so... hello again. this will be my first *gasp* entry as an alumni of quezon city science high school. and for starters, i don't feel like an alumnus. maybe it's because when i hear the word alumni, the next thing i think about is gray hair... and obviously, i don't have gray hair. or maybe i fell in love with high school life a bit too much.
looking back to... hmmm... my last month as a non-alumni scientian... err... gosh... things just happened in a very fast pace, i can't remember what had happened... time-warped, i guess...
there was miles, my dear sister, glued and dextrosed to her bed, midway of march... then i lost my cellphone somewhere at sm, dunno where... there was our homeroom, so neat, so clean, yet deserted and empty... followed by a picnic in our so-called soccer field... pratices for the commencement exercises... i, lawrence, and justin exploiting the unlimited dsl and aircon in the computer labs... regular trips to quantum and club synergy... a testimonial dinner (?)... click, click, and flash of cameras and cellphones here and there... scrapbooks, dedication books, letters and post-its... me taking my last haircut as a highschooler, partly because my hair was shaped like an overgrown mushroom... and yes, the graduation rites... a midnight-sharp graduation ball... giving out of report cards... then...
finally, vacation. and eventually, college. there you have it. and of course you should've noticed how dense i've become during the course of those events. everything was just too quick for me, not giving me ample time to cry (let alone shed a tear), be depressed, shocked, or even surprised... no time to emote, nor to react...
well, it's over. nothing much that i could do. no use regretting. thus, i could go on with my life without any sour aftertaste or bitter candy lingering in my mouth.
until next time. (",)
p.s. this is so uncharaceristic of me. i'll promise that next entry'll be a bit more of the usual me.
[yeah, i love this "tough cookie" at "cloud-9" state of mind. i don't just like it, i love it. but that's another story for another entry. ciao!]
g_b got tired of senseless ranting by 19:21. |
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.