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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



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8.18.2005
Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory: My Utopia
Last August 14, URC celebrated its annual Family Day. And since my mom works there, we were given free movie tickets to Charlie and the Chocolate Factory and free ride-all-you-can tickets to Dreamscape. So I grabbed this opportunity to enjoy myself since we're going to have our First Periodical Exam on Friday and Saturday(damn!)...and Monday.
But anyway, pushing exams and school aside, I would just like to share with you guys how well I liked the movie. It is highly recommended for kids and... well, kids at heart. But if you're neither, well, you'll completely miss the point of the movie.
The movie shows how a simple boy from a very poor family won Willy Wonka's (surprise) prize and how he had made the seemingly stoic Willy Wonka relive his (bitter) childhood memories. The movie didn't fail to entertain me from beginning to end. It served as a relief after seeing other movies which apparently took a million dollars to make and promised a lot but turned out to be completely pointless. I especially liked the Oompa Loompas, the little workers in the factory who offered a song and dance number each time a kid got in trouble because they insisted on what they want. This movie will teach the kids that being bratty wouldn't always help them get what they want. Instead, it can get them in trouble.
I most especially loved the room where, according to Willy Wonka, everything is eatable(even the grass!) This made Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory the ideal paradise for me. Just the thought of those unique candies and the endless supply of chocolate made me wish the factory exists.
Sometimes, escaping from reality can be a good way to get away from everything that's bothering me: school work, school work and uh, school work. Just imagine if I leave and just go and live with Willy Wonka and the Oompa Loompas on the factory, then I will be able to escape from school, from unreasonable teachers, from heartbreaks...
I will just stay there all day, eating chocolates, listen to my mp3, write, (stories, poems, articles) blog, chat, watch TV, read, ponder about life sometimes...everything I enjoy doing! Then perhaps my life will not be as complicated and hard as it is now.

they gave us two shots to the back of the head and we're all dead now @ : 10:15 AM