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about a girl


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



credits
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i feel stupid and contagious



Get busy living, or get busy dying...

6.18.2005
Labo.
I remember watching an episode from All About Eve. Nicole told herself that everything is all right. But she started crying and scolding herself. "Ang tanga tanga mo kasi, Nicole. Ang tanga tanga mo..." I forgot why she cried but I think it's because Kenneth started ignoring her because she decided that their friendship is not a good thing. But...I'm not sure.
This is what I'm telling myself right now.
"Ang tanga tanga mo kasi, Lea."
But of course, I'm not crying.
I don't know but I know I shouldn't be feeling like this. But I can't help it. I don't understand why suddenly I'm always seeing his face in my mind. Like it was there all this time. But it's not. Why suddenly I always want to see him...?... And I hate myself 'cause I'm feeling this way. Why do I always fall for someone so easily? I hate myself. I hate him. I wish I don't have a heart.
But I don't even know why everything was suddenly like this. Was it me or is he really just a jerk?
*Screams in anguish*
My God, it's like I'm missing him!!!!!!! But I don't like him, I know I don't like him. Part of me wanted to get rid of him when, well, we're still in speaking terms. A small part of me, that is. But... I know he's not my kinda guy! So whyohwhyohwhyohwhy?
I wish I could erase him from my mind. Like in Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. So that when I see him, I could just look at him straight in the eye, totally clueless of who the hell he is.
Sana hindi ko na lang siya nakilala...
Ang tanga tanga mo kasi, Lea...
T_T

they gave us two shots to the back of the head and we're all dead now @ : 9:45 AM