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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.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
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BAM!!! the results r out...and it is like the end of the world. BIG HiT MAN! so many people were traumatised...and teachers were dam hell of a disaapointed. HACK. ok maybe i do mind. i am so GENUINELY SAD for MYSELF. unlike the times when i am actually SCARED to return home to get whacked. and i figure i wun be thrown out of the window anytime til after the release of o level results, so yien and wanyu and xuejie can rest in peace first before coming over to the bottom of my block with a MATTRESS lest i fly out of thw window and die being smashed up al over.

wow. talk bout sadistic...i guess im turning into one attitude kia liao. even my mum says so.

SHE SAY its from all the going out with frenz and staying back in school things.

I SAY its my brother's sickening attitude that resulted in mine.

NEH-MIND. i shant bother. attitude doesnt really hurt anyone. its cool anyways. at least i think so..

PTC is coming too! and oh. better give mum the form. i dread it. whu knows wat saggy will say. and if there is a change of seats in class, me and buttyli will CONFIRM GUARANTEE plus CHOP CHOP CHOPP that we will get changed first. and they'd better change those pigs at the fronts too. the noise pollution and lameness is WAYYY OVER THE TOP.

oh. here r some random pics.


YAWNs**. staring at the returned OTAS sheet, our dear te-bu looks like she is going to die of heart attack any moment now..
and she vents her anger on doraemon, who cant seem to SHEN CHU YUAN SHOU [[stretch out round hand]] to save herself from this situation.

she tries to mediatate and quieten herself down after a MAJOR demoralisation...
and ends up hitting her head.

haix. LIFE IS SAD for our ever-retarded te-bu.
and i dun even wanna think bout te-bu-pei.