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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...

6.20.2007
Of NFFs and nostalgia on the LRT.
I wasn't able to update during the first three days of class. I have a long commute and it's SOOO exhausting. My insomnia days are over. I'd sleep a little after I get home and early at night. Then I wake up at 4:30 AM! WAH! So early, I know. I'll just have to get used to it.
So I'm taking up AB Literature at the University of Santo Tomas. And I have to wear a uniform, much to my utter dismay...(I guess no more Havaianas for me! huhu!) Anyway, when I got to the classroom Wednesday morning last week (panting and sweating and in desperate need of water), the classroom was already nearly full. I was surprised because I thought that there's only gonna be like, 10 of us. AND there were guys! As in, REAL 100% masculine! But none of them are cute. Except maybe one of the Korean dudes. His name is Lee-something but he has an English translation for his name and he asked us to call him "Tom". So Tom lives in Masinag, and that's also in Antipolo! Weehee! I talked to him last Thursday that's why I know that. I told him that I also live in Antipolo and he asked me where in Antipolo and I said near the Cathedral but I don't think he understood me. Oh well. And then when we (we as in me and my NFFs, hehe) were walking towards the Publishing House, we saw him with our two other blockmates who were also Korean. I saw him wave shyly in our direction so I waved and smiled back. HAHA! Lumalandi? But I think he and another one of my Korean blockmate (her name's Lee Jin-Hye chuva chuva and the translation's Diana) are gonna end up together. Syempre sila nagkakaintindihan , di ba? Sila sila mga Koreano nag-uusap dun. HAHA. Ang cute nga eh.
I didn't do our first homework in Geography. I'm so tamad.
I miss El Pauli. I always see my classmates and my other batchmates around in the LRT station, sa meh sakayan ng FX sa bayan, in UST...everywhere! There was this one time when I saw Rodolfo at the LRT station and I thought of my classroom and my teachers and how me and Kat and Tetang and Miguel wold not listen to the teachers and would just laugh all throughout the period. I was just staring that I almost missed my stop. HAHA!
Haay...
I miss high school.
I miss El Pauli.
I miss those times when I won't have to listen to the teacher because I know that I've got my books and my classmates to back me up. HAHA!
I miss rushing to the gate just in the nick of time because Mrs. Barretto's just coming out.
I miss the Tuesday mornings spent at the San Isidro teaching the kids CLE there.
I miss everything.
I even miss Mrs. San Diego. Now, I never thought I'd say that.

Well, there's no point in dwelling in the past, we gotta KEEP MOVING FORWARD.
Meet the Robinsons, hehe.
You know the feeling when you want to hate something but you can't because it feels good?
Well, that's what I feel about nostalgia.
I so love to hate it but I can't.
Ok, I don't know how to end this post.
Ok.
Bye.
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Ay wait.
Kamusta naman ang Blogger? TAGALOG?

they gave us two shots to the back of the head and we're all dead now @ : 8:00 PM