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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...

10.01.2005
Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind
I wonder why people love watching romantic movies with tragic endings? I wonder why they like to be sad? I'm thinking about the romantic movies I've seen. The Notebook made me cry. Sweet November made me sad. (Tragic! Tragic!) A Walk To Remember, uh,well, it's a bit sad. A Very Long Engagement and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind doesn't have someone who died in the end. But they're still great love stories. Shakespeare In Love has so many quotable quotes (Actually, those can be found in Romeo and Juliet). I didn't like Wimbledon that much. The Prince And Me is an "okay" movie. And there's this movie I saw in Star Movies called Deeply starring Kirsten Dunst. I can't forget it although I only saw it once. It's got a sad and moving story.
*Sigh*
But right now, I think I'd prefer to watch comedy, action or thriller movies than love stories. It'll only make me sadder and more depressed, I guess.
L O V E. It got me wishing my heart is made of stone or ice so that I won't have to feel it. But no, it seems that my heart is made of glass. Vulnerable. So vulnerable. Tsk tsk.
It sucks. Big time.

they gave us two shots to the back of the head and we're all dead now @ : 11:00 AM