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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, October 15, 2008

Two Round Faces Together, Make An Ass.

Wani: "Life is good, talala~!" -shifts head left and right with rhythm-
Ivy: "-.-!"
Wani: "IVY! DO WITH ME!"
Ivy: "Okay!"

The uncle on his bicycle behind us at the pedestrian crossing gave us a look of disbelief. I don't even dare look at the couple of teachers who just exited the JJ gate just across the road from us. It was freaking hilarious man.

Oh. A whole lot of us wet back to help some of our classmates get their school uniforms so we could go for the excursion to the Subordinate Courts. Wani followed me back to get mellisa's from her cousin.

So we happily went to the GO, got early dismissal forms, then followed CTMCKCT in a whole group out of the school gate. The sight was super funny I assure you. It was like, SO DARN SNEAKY. The chief looked as if she was smuggling a whole bunch of foreign immigrants through the customs (security). AHAHAHA.

So Wani and I talked and talked on the bus, and when we reached mellisa's block, and entered the lift, I suddenly remembered that I didn't ask for mel's floor number. LOL. So we loitered at the lobby trying to contact her but she didn't pick up. So I tried to remember which floor she stayed on, and hit '9'. 

The unit didn't seem right, so we went down. It looked too clean to be like her aunt's flat, since I remembered a lot of potted plants there the last time I went. So we swent up to the 10th floor.

Ivy: "Hey! This looks like it!"
Wani: "Really? Ring the bell!"
-Presses bell and knocked on door-
Wani: "Eh, no one at home?"
Ivy: "Shouldn't be? I thought she said her cousin at home."
Wani: "Try again!"
-Attempts for another 5 to 10 minutes-
Wani: "OMG. How? She not picking up also!"

I proceed to climb up one more storey. And approached the unit. I thought it was not her aunt's place, cause i saw some indian looking decorations. But then, I saw her pair of slippers. So i pressed the doorbell. There was a shuffling of steps, and the clicking of a lock. A teenage boy opened up the door, and smiled. Apparently he was mellisa's cousin, and he ran to get her unifrom. 

"WANI! I FOUND IT! HAHAHA!"
Wani: "Omg, YOU!"

Mellisa's cousin, put the uniform in a bag where u hang ur clothes after dry-cleaning. HAHAHA. Darn funny! :D So we carried it back to school and met the others, and set off for the courts :D

Overall it was a very fun day I guess. A bit freaky. But oh wells, everything went fine. Pictures up soon! (I hope)