midnight, 17th of may, 2006. the rain was starting again, but my hopes were not high on a continuous rain. it has been so for the past week - we are all witnesses of the peculiar weather; we all have heard of the nursery rhyme which goes "rain, rain, go away, come again another day"; and we all knew that this surge of precipitation will stop ten minutes after the first droplet fell.
a fortnight ago my mood won't be moved by fluctuations in the sky's condition; a week ago i couldn't have welcomed the gusts of wind and water more than with complete exhilariation and relief. any day before this night, i considered myself a resident of cloud nine, and heck-did-i-care about the rain? no.
until this one came. and like a droplet from a dark cloud above, down i went from that white puff of vapor to gravity-bound reality once more. facedown on the ground, pangs of yesterday's memories thundered in my mind. and the rain kept falling, clatter-clatter on solid cement.
then, and finally, it stopped. guess what? poof! i was immediately transported back to my haven on seventh heaven.
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alas, you have herewitnessed the wonders of mood swings. at least it's not that hot compared to the temperature two weeks ago...
anyway, business as usual. my vacation was degraded to a simple daily routine, which was not surprising:
i wake up, send a group message to the sun world, buy a broadsheet (usually the philippine star), answer the newsday crossword (that's why i buy the star), take a bath, turn on the desktop computer, launch into the information superhighways of today, make sure no pesky trojans get past the antivirus firewall, check on any upcoming nba games and let the day pass by in peace, with irregular sms, food, and cr breaks in no clear pattern. booh-ring, right?
that's why i thank God for dsl (though faulty), work, errands, and fead (yeah, i was notified through sms that i passed the first screening). suprisingly, i still gained a pound this week. and oh, yeah, thanks to the rain too, for suspending my haircut day twice.
can't wait to do the first day high! ciao! (",)
g_b got tired of senseless ranting by 21:43. |
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.
