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Salut. The name is Ivy. She gets a year older every 18th November. Butterflies aren't really on her List of Nice Things. She loves her BFFs and TENNIS :D. Okay, and she doesn't know what else to say so she will stop here.
Friday, April 06, 2007

imagine my delight when i saw this tree. as sunburnt as me. [[last time after cross-country]]. i HAD to take its pic. and i practically squealed and stoppied in the middle of my tracks just to take it.
i dun think anyone saw me bahs. HOPEFULLY.