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Le FemmeY
jacelyn
(jacie)
1598.
God's child.

i am totally in love with chocolate, cake, ice cream and candies.

bohemian like him, makes me want to fall in love.

au revoir Y
adeline. chengsiong. gary. hanwen. tracy. daph. junnie. zen. Yanling. monica. cynthia. leqi. Heidi. qianting. bernice. Padro. treecloudian. sharon. van. weiming. benji. linette. john. melissa. kahyih. amaryllis. gladys. charissa. matt. josh. meijun. joshua. kailin. dawn. caren. DTRM02.

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wednesday's blue
jeudi, décembre 1

Wednesday BLUE.

Working's never fun. It's extremely so when it comes to working with that aunty. she's torturing me. I felt that i'm being bullied. I can't retort back to those unrightful sarcastic remarks and etc. I've the urge to let my tears flow but i didn't. I yearned for a boyfriend (for once) so that i could seek some comfort from him. ( that's a stupid reason) i wish that my girls were with me... I miss my girls )=

i don't feel lyk working .......
seriously , i don't.....
not with that aunty....
i've to work with her for a total of 108 hours. omg. how am i going to survive. can someone save me please. i'm willing to be attacked by thousands of those nasty pest ( cockroach) than to work with her...


(1:24 AMY)