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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.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008

And how is it that she only realized, after turning away, after flipping through that stack of notes and all, what just happened? That tinge of a smile lingering by the lips. Hallucination? Perhaps.

AHHHHH. Life really sucks. Today inter-house was exciting. IVY! SERVE NEEDS HELLA LOT MORE PRACTICE (:

I wonder.