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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.

wed
jeudi, juillet 6

i was supposed to come online to do my PROJECT and REVISION. In the end, i did nothing. When i wanted to do my project, i realised i need my thumbie. My thumbie is placed 3 steps away from me. So i've staring at my thumbie, hoping that i'll able to use some psychic power to make it moves to my table. Because i can't get up. It's either my butt glued to the chair or my butt is too sexy and heavy. So anyway, i gave up and moved on to my revision.

HAHA. this time, i tried to do. REALLY. i swear my eyes didn't move away from the monitor for a min. I'm like staring at it for don't know how long. But i think it's look enough for my eyes to feel tired. It's not that i don't want to do. It's because i don't know what the hell its about and they seem to be a different language from what i've learnt. And my mind is filled with horrible thoughts.

I seriously have no idea that i've landed up in the same school as him. And i bounce to him SUPER DUPER OFTEN. I think i met him more often than i met adeline/fiona. To make it worst, i think our timetables are about the same. I saw him when i'm was on my way to school and back home. I tried all means and ways to avoid meeting him face to face. Still, i'm bad in luck and met him.

It was super duper awkward. Of course, it only applies to me. He seemed to be at ease. How i wish, i could transferred to other schools. He seems to know a lot about the activities i joined and i absolutely have no idea where he got the information from. I hate this feeling. I hope he'll stop greeting me whenever i met him. Seriously speaking, i don't wish to get slaughter and die at such a young age. At least not before i turn 18.

bah. i must start thinking of ways how to avoid meeting him in school. i know it's hard but i'll definately work things out.

shucks. i've been online for so long and did nothing. STUPID HIM.


(12:00 AMY)