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Lea Licerio. 15. 16. 17. Piscean.couch potato. drama queen. has a tendency to be OC. bookworm. weird. your average everyday sane psycho. dreamer. petite. Is never too old for dolls. tends to get woeful...like Wednesday Addams. perpetually miserable. Neil Gaiman/Jessica Zafra wannabe.

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"Perhaps if we saw what was ahead of us, and glimpsed the crimes, follies, and misfortunes that would befall us later on, we would all stay in our mother's wombs, and there would be nobody in the world but a great number of very fat, very irritated women."

-A Series of Unfortunate Events Book the Thirteenth: The End by Lemony Snicket



wake me when the hour arrives...




best friends, ex-friends 'til the end...
acey
andy-multiply
andy-blogger
shandre
chrysol
paola!
kimlech
bernice
rica!
coreen
sam a.k.a. poca
gerome

ADAM

my multiply

...and then there's friendster(add me if you want)

Jessica Zafra
Neil Gaiman
Lemony Snicket



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i feel stupid and contagious



Get busy living, or get busy dying...

6.05.2005
Geometry. Statistics. Chemistry. I think I could die now.
I scanned my new textbooks yesterday. And as usual the contents of the Math textbook gave me the nerves, as it always does. We are going to study Geometry this year, but who knows, maybe I might even enjoy it. Maybe. Majority of the grown-ups I've talked to said they enjoyed Geometry in their youth. I am in doubt, though. I never enjoy any topic that deals with numbers. Except when I was in grade 6, my Math teacher is excellent. But now, there's Statistics and Accounting... and Chemistry...which I have been told is a complex one. I admit I'm bonkers when it comes to Math; I didn't inherit dad's skill.
I wish I could talk to the blokes who invented Algebra and others. I mean maybe visit their graves and shout "What in the name of King Arthur's boxers is the POINT?!?" It's not like everybody can use them in the real world! I mean I, for instance, won't need it when I'm in Hollywood...or announcing world crises in CNN...or when I'm in tour with The Smashing Pumpkins, perhaps? It's not like everybody wants to be doctors or engineers, right? So why don't they just let the students pick what subjects they would like to study. So that the Math teachers will not have any problems with clueless students. The ones they'll be teaching are students who actually likes the subject and who can be smart enough for the friggin' subject. Then they can all live happily ever after.
If that happens, I'll choose ENGLISH, Social Studies, Science perhaps (but maybe without me solving problems), French, Mandarin, Spanish, Korean...anyway, I can only complain and complain and hope, but nothing will ever happen. That is the sadness of life. I know I can never escape from numbers. They won't let me, they'll just surround me and look at me with evil eyes and give me headaches. UGH.

they gave us two shots to the back of the head and we're all dead now @ : 1:20 PM