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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...

8.28.2006
He's not around he's always looking at men
The first part of this entry was meant to be posted yesterday. But since time is verrrrrry short and our PC is as bulok as ever, I wasn't able to post it yesterday. *snorts* Our PC needs to be anointed now, it's dying....

I hate school. I hate those stupid seatworks and homeworks our unreasonable teachers make us do. I hate our Filipino teacher, our Physics teacher, and the subject Math, but not the teacher. Iwant to graduate already. Last Saturday me, Miguel, Kat, Tetang and Des went to UST. Ang daming chinito! Weeheee.....I really hope I'll pass there, asa naman kasi ako sa UP at ADMU, noh. But if I miraculously pass in UP, of course I'd go there. Duh. But right now, I feel like UST is my only hope. I'm going to take the USTET on September 24, THE week after my ACET. Whew! Haggard yun! We watched Click afterwards. Ang ganda, todo bigay! Nakakaiyak na nakakatawa. I thought Miguel was crying in the part wherein Adam Sandler's dad left his office crying. He was sniffing a lot, sinisipon lang daw siya. WEEEEE....hehe.....
It was a really good movie. I liked it.

We watched SummerSlam on Megamall a while ago. DX rocked Boston! Astig, man! But Shawn Michael's right shoulder was dislocated but it looked like it was nothing to him. Immune? Basta astigin talaga! Yun nga lang, Sabu lost to the Big Show and John Cena wasn't able to reclaim HIS title from Edge. TAE nga eh. But don't worry, John, you're still cute. Nothing can change that, not even a black eye. *wink*

Shoot! I haven't done my English homework yet.
Sige, toodles!

Today

The ending of A Rose for Emily creeped me out! It was close to midnight when I read it yesterday...it was weird, gruesome, macabre...I didn't know it was a horror story...

I felt irritable all day at school that I decided to go home early. I hate school. Hate it, abhor it, despise it. Right now, I'm doing my homework in CLE while listening to the clear, loud voice of the balot seller outside. I hate my life so much right now that I'm (suddenly) actually loving the idea of migrating to Australia.
I wish I have the ability to fly so that there would be no need for a visa. I'm not making sense here, I know. I can't think of a symbol for the sacrament of Reconciliation. Gosh. I wonder if something interesting will happen to me this year. Will an alien come and abduct me and whisk me away in a flying saucer? Will I see pigs fly? Will Jonathan Malen (new crush...) or JAKE GYLLENHAAL or Topher Grace surprise me at school and profess his undying love for me?
*makes tongue-clicking sounds*
Life's a bitch.

they gave us two shots to the back of the head and we're all dead now @ : 10:35 PM