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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, February 08, 2009



Dark. Dark-er. Dark-est.

:D HAHAHHAAHAHHAA.


Friday, February 06, 2009

ARUGH.

Hectic hectic ): Rushing tutorials, breaktimes wasted, used for consultation, rushing through last minute work, etudying for tests, eating, stoning, etc. Lot of test. Lots of training. Lots os tutorials and worksheets. Lots of exercise. Lots of muscle. Lots of everything nasty ):

FAT NERD FAT NERD FAT NERDDDD.
Huiwen was just telling me bout this ytd after j1 tryouts, while we walked over to the market just outside jj. UGH. I FREAKING CAN'T WAIT FOR NATIONALS TO BE OVER.

On a lighter note (actually not quite so), huiwen and I got terribly defeated ytd -.- DEPROVING YO. WHAT HAPPENED TO "Let's kick ass?" All the serves went wrong, double faults; all the forehands became disgusting OVER-lobs, landing out of court; backhand's deproving and footwork all messed up! Jumping all over the place. ARUGH. And now, some nice ultraman/buddha pose. -.-!

J1s came in, and I dn even know most of them. Which is pretty much a good thing. Okay. Enough nonsense. I want to do tutorials now. TOOOOOOOOOOOODOOS.

P.S. Tennis tmr. Stay for matchplay? Or head home? Hmmmmmm.

Sunday, February 01, 2009






J2 totally sucks. Its SUNDAY NIGHT.
Friday went to SAJC for some stupid promtion of the MOE/MILO TRYathlon thing. And yes. We were the only other JC that went. Yeap. We did stupid things. Uh huh we were filmed. AND worse. We appeared on the friday news. Crap loads of nonsense.
After returning home from SAJC, me mel and fangqi headed out again to Frontier for history project, which wasnt VERY fruitful. I only found research, thats about all. HOHO.
Saturday tennis in the morning as usual, then lunch with huiwen and lingling. CRapped and gossiped and talked and laughed (Ling's cheena is HILARIOUS) and then went to chamelon to buy rubber bands. COLOURFUL AND CHEAP :D Anyways, had a splitting headache and sore throat. Oh, and runny + blocked nose. Ultimate combination. So popped a couple of panadols and hit the hay. When I woke up, it was night and I barely did anything except math.
Sunday. Basically I wasted the whole day on history project. Yes. retarded I know. Now Im sitting here after dinner digging for mendalian.
Probably heading for UN program. Note: it's not US anymore. So what if it clashes with training. I treat this as free tuition if I get in any. Math, jeez I have to redeem myself. So much for Good progress award in alphabets -.- Anyhowss.
FAT. FAT FAT FAT.
J2=Nerd
Tennis=Fat
J2 Tennis player = FAT NERD.
Yeap. I can't wait for nationals to be done with. Atleast I can scrap the 'FAT'.
SLOWLY.
Nerd? Hmm.
I might need some time on that.
P.S. This year is going to be like...like running on the SA fields; bumpy road ahead.