My name is Lemuel. Several calls me with the whole.
Im a total crap. One frustrated dancer. I eat humans. I love reading.
I always stay at home. Watching either sleeping. I studied at THS. PUPian Freshman, currently.
Im an insomniac. Time-pressuring. Somewhat obnoxious.
Usually sleeps at 2 in the morning then wakes up at 7.
I love azures. Green and yellow, as well. I heart star gazing. I can even spend my whole day staring at those little thingy above. Bright and twinkling.
Any food will do. But better, if it’s steak. Either, beef or pork or burger patties.
I love dancing more than dancing loves me. I love singing more than singing loves me.
I love Facebook.
I love Twitter.
I love Plurk. 

I love those people who are adorable. Caring and very biotic.
A person who is very worthy to be with. Someone who makes me smile. Someone who seems very interesting.
While I hate those slick. Feeling-Slick.
Pretenders. Jerks. Breedless.
Backfighters w/ stabs. Non-cooperative. Ground strokes.
“I am Me. In all the world, there is no one else exactly like me. Everything that comes out of me is authentically mine, because I alone chose it — I own everything about me: my body, my feelings, my mouth, my voice, all my actions, whether they be to others or myself. I own my fantasies, my dreams, my hopes, my fears. I own my triumphs and successes, all my failures and mistakes. Because I own all of me, I can become intimately acquainted with me. By so doing, I can love me and be friendly with all my parts. I know there are aspects about myself that puzzle me, and other aspects that I do not know — but as long as I am friendly and loving to myself, I can courageously and hopefully look for solutions to the puzzles and ways to find out more about me. However I look and sound, whatever I say and do, and whatever I think and feel at a given moment in time is authentically me. If later some parts of how I looked, sounded, thought, and felt turn out to be unfitting, I can discard that which is unfitting, keep the rest, and invent something new for that which I discarded. I can see, hear, feel, think, say, and do. I have the tools to survive, to be close to others, to be productive, and to make sense and order out of the world of people and things outside of me. I own me, and therefore, I can engineer me. I am me, and I am Okay.”