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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.
Sunday, September 28, 2008

Dad comes into my room to check out the new phone he bought me.

Dad: *examines the phone cautiously, holding it as if it was some priceless ornament* "Buy you this phone,must take good care of it okay! Promise me ar!"
Ivy: "Okay I promise." *beaming, feeling grateful and all*

I really meant it okay. 
I really thank my parents for buying me this phone. But the next thing I know, when I was fiddling around with it to show dad how awesome the camera is, when suddenly, the damn thing just slipped out of my palm and went crashing down on the table. And bounced off onto my chair. And sprang from the cushioned seat to the metal shelf. And finally, went tumbling down onto the ground. Jeez. Dad and I just watched the scene in horror; I swear his eyes were huge and round as saucers. 

Hoho. So much for TAKE GOOD CARE OF IT. My heart literally broke inside. Oh lord. I think im still recovering from shock now. And Wanyu's pissing herself off with biology. Typical. Humph. Oh wells.

School tomorrow! I'm psyched. Hahs.