I WANT ROLLERBLADES!!! ^-^

I want to represent the Philippines in the X-Games (I'm dreaming! But we all do, don't we?)

My dad promised me rollerblades. I hope I get it soon. :)

I'm in despair.

I'm stuck at home with really nothing to do. Not that I'm complaining about it, but what I don't like is not knowing what I can do.
*bleah*

I don't want school to start soon. I mean, I just got out of school!!! But no! We're pretty academic and all, so we have to start school early.

Anyhow, I'm really not eager to write anything. My mood swings have been really weird lately. I'm too lethargic to move. I want rollerblades.

*bleah*

Merry Christmas everyone!

I'm speechless. :)

Again, Merry Christmas! ^-^

I used to have around 9 email friends when I was 15, and two of them even became my closest friends. They were Jason Matthew Grant and Brandon Alexander Thoraresen.

Brad was half Irish & half Icelandic. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, and stood 6'3. He played hockey (and was really good at it). He was, just like most guys with the bad boy image, a very sensitive man. And just like me, he was an only child. I guess this was the strongest reason as to why The Bradster and I really clicked well despite being total opposites with our lifestyles. I emailed Brad often and confided in him, and he did this as well. Bradster belonged to a band called Grounded. I even helped pick their band name. I often called his band "The Boo Boo Dolls", which they immediately dismissed. Bradster sang well, and was an extremely funny person with a good natured attitude toward life. Bradster was my best friend among my emails pals. I miss him.

Jason on the otherhand was that classic all-American guy. Like Brad, he had blonde hair and blue eyes but he was around 2 inches shorter. He stood 6'1. He looked like a cross between Ryan Philippe, Eminem, Justin Timberlake and Johnny Lee Miller. He played basketball and was very good at it, but he had an accident that slowed him down from playing. He also had a little sister named Sarah. Instead of calling Jason, Jason - I called him Matt. It was my special name for him. Matt was a very simple person with a complicated life - and he learned how to be strong because of it. He was a very good older brother... he loved Sarah very much. He was sweet. He was the first guy who gave me a rose...

I smile at the memories of Matt and The Bradster. And I admit that I still think and wonder how they are. I remember how Bradster kept on promising that he'd sign my guestbook before but of course he didn't. Or how I would bug Matt to sign it, and ask him why he never signed it and he'd tell me that he only signs guestbooks to insult the webmaster.

Sometimes I wish that they'd drop me a line, for old time's sake. I actually miss them. I miss Sarah, Dominique, Justin, Nicholas, Nicholaa, Richard & Patrick.... they're the rest of my email pals who're actually closely related, if not very good friends with Matt and Brad as well.

I hope they do read this message. And if ever they do... I miss you all. Hope we could email just like we did before...

Anyway, Merry Christmas to all of you. God speed.