however, that didn't work too.
don't ask me why. (",)
6.12.05
finally. my first ever official wishlist, an idiot's guide to what to give to me for kris kringles and the likes.
beforehand, i'd like to give a few, uh, er... guidelines. (and forget the idiot line...)
1. the list is ranked in descending order; the least desired first, and it goes progressively... 2. a 7-to-10 word description will be found beside the item, maybe it would help... 3. i know some of these are plainly unattainable... so plese bear with me! 4. all the items that i will not acquire after the yuletide celebrations will be carried over to graduation, then to my 17th birthday, and to next christmas...
so here it goes:
year-long yogurt supply... i'm starting to crave for breakfast. additional weight... see above; that's the culprit, see... alarm clock... abolish the latecomer moniker! go for early bird! parker pen refill... so i can use my own parker pen. new password... tired of her 9-letter irc chatnick. new blog layout... way too sad and feministic for an optimist... handfan... desired since first day at qcshs' covered court hard, cold cash... 50 dollars minimum, ok? kidding... sets of clothes... everyone's sick of me wearing oversized polos. journal subscriptions... time, newsweek, and reader's digest, for that matter. literature... see lewis, brown, snoopy, calvin and hobbes, garfield nike baller... though anklets and braclets would work out fine... head visor... a blue one, perhaps? if not, garter headbands would do... running shoes... rubber, of course; rather have flats than bulky stuff. sandals... slippers are acceptable, but something usable 'till college is nice motor scooter... i love small (and cheap?) modes of transport. student driver's license... am i too young to drive? ipod... or maybe, discman and cd collections? digicam... twenty-or-so pictures, four years. nuff' said. basketball equipment... half-court, official size and height, spalding balls, fiber glass. cellphone... need another one for my smart sim, now neglected. two new computers... 2.8 Ghz, 200 GB, 384 kbps, freecell programs for adults. swiss army knife... 10-20 valuable functions, respectable durability. silver-framed glasses... with new scratch-free and high grade lenses! acoustic guitar... baby bro' dropped the old one on the floor. own room... need suitable place for all my trash... legitimate girlfriend... a big joke, but still part of the wishlist... world peace... on the long run, this might happen... just might.
p.s. i'm not really expecting anything... so thanks, if ever. (",)
g_b got tired of senseless ranting by 19:55. |
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.
