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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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Images: Self-drawn by paperlove
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i feel stupid and contagious



Get busy living, or get busy dying...

9.03.2005
This thing called "love"
August 25
*Sigh*
What a tearful day that was. I cried first during lunchtime, because of "HIM". Then after dinner that night when my dad scolded me for being so thin. But I guess the real reaon why I cried (again) that night is not because I was scolded but because of "HIM" again. Well, what can I say? I can't hold it any longer. You know when you're just crying your eyes out and you know you should stop because everybody's looking at you already but you just can't stop? Well, I had that. During lunchtime that day. I just broke down. I guess the pain is just too much, as exaggerated and dramatic as it may sound. And, there, at that moment, I realized that what I'm feeling for him is real. Surely, I wouldn't have cried over him if I'm just crushing on him, wouldn't I? It's...I don't know, I'm confused. I mean, what was that? Why am I doing these crazy, stupid things for him? Like, calling him "Skittles", announcing that I'm gonna be a nun all because he's already got a girlfriend, vowing to myself that I'm never gonna have a boyfriend unless it's him. See? I'm going crazy! He sucks! He's ruining my life! I shouldn't have let him walk into my life in the first place, and, into my heart. 'Cause now, he had ruined my life and had totally made a complete mess in my heart. But I know there's no escaping from this "spell" he had bewitched me with(although he is totally clueless about it). I've been dealt by this now. Now, I'm stuck on him. *Sighs hopelessly* Love sucks. It definitely sucks.

Text messages that striked me smack in the heart(even though they may be a bit corny):
From Ethel...and D.Lynn:
"When you love someone,
You'll fight for what you feel..
But if the one you love, loves someone else,
"LET GO"...
Be like a soldier
Who knows when to fight and
When to surrender.."

From D.Lynn:
"Isn't it sad
When you have so much pain in the heart
And the only person
You want to talk to
And can make you stop crying
Is exactly the same person
Who made you cry..."

From D.LYNN(again and again):
"Nasabi mo na ba sa sarili mo na sana hnd mo siya nakilala?
Na sana hindi ka umasa? Na sana di ka nasaktan?
Ako madaming beses na pero
Pag naaalala ko kung paano niya ko napapasaya
Bumabalik ako sa pagiging tanga!"


---God! I promised I'll never post another entry like this ever! Grr...curse this thing called "love"...

they gave us two shots to the back of the head and we're all dead now @ : 10:30 AM