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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



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i feel stupid and contagious



Get busy living, or get busy dying...

8.06.2005
Girls? Make the First Move? I don't think so...
Her day is already ruined. She was saying over and over again in her mind: Sister Felicitas must die. She's now convinced that their principal is a fraud. She's not a real nun. She's a fraud. And she must die.
This is the worst field trip ever for her. It was the first time she cried in a field trip. Cried! When she's supposed to enjoy. She merely frowned at their next destination: The Rizal Shrine. She had been there, once, and she reckons nothing had changed about the place. As she got off the bus, she noticed that the van with a group of fourth year students including "HIM" is parked just in front of their bus. So, that means she'll have to go around the place with "HIM" and his group close by.
So she went around the musuem/house with people she know. She was busy texting her best friend through Audrey's cell phone since her own cell phone is lowbatt. While they were in the balcony of the house, she caught sight of "HIM" below under a tree. So she continued texting, trying hard not to stare at him, trying hard to remember that his face is not worth staring at.
She and her group ended up just a few feet away from where "HE" is standing. So she acted as if she hadn't seen him and proceeded in texting Des and laughing with Germaine and Angelica. For some reason, she took her cell phone(which she had turned off) out from her pocket. A text message came in. It was from an unregistered number. It said, "You're not talking to me!" To which she replied, "Who are you?" She stole a glance at him, he was texting. Could it be...?
Her cell phone vibrated from her pocket. She read the message, and she nearly fainted. The sender of the message is "HIM". She sort of hid behind a girl whose name she had forgotten. She didn't know what to do. She quickly texted Des, asking her what she should do.
In the end, her reply to "HIM" was, "And why should I talk to you?" She looked at "HIM". He had recieved the message. And for a moment, their eyes met. Then he replied, "Nothing. Tsk Tsk Tsk" She knew what she did was wrong. But girls shouldn't make the first move, should they? She's not that kind of girl. He never texted back.

THE END

---Okay, that is not exactly fiction! That's something that happened yesterday in that "horrible, horrible, horrible" field trip! Thanks to our dear Sister Felicitas once again. May God bless her(not).
---Anyway, last Saturday, I finally bought Tori Amos' The Beekeeper! And it's only for 395 pesos!
---A while ago, our adviser told us that maybe God allowed us to be transferred to another bus for some reason. Well, what was the reason? I got to see him everytime we reach a destination? Puh-leez. I'm trying to forget him already. Trying...trying.

they gave us two shots to the back of the head and we're all dead now @ : 11:35 AM