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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, April 18, 2009



299th post. 
I believe liwanyu has long surpassed this measley number of mine. 

Anyyways.

): To start with, thursday didn't turn out so good. We screwed up. And I feel damned guilty, because if not for us, ME, I think we would have at least secured a spot in the second round, since AR-JAY-SEE is such a definite No-No.

I shall not reveal the scores, or how we did. I think its quite dumb, and I suppose enough people already know and that those who played and lost are terribly down already. I mean, I bumped into wen the following day after bio lecture, and before we said anything near "I'm depressed" she already told me "I want to cry."

Effffff. The impact wasn't as great on the day itself please. Come to school first thing have to tell my bus buddy bout the game, then ASSWIPE of a jonathan climbed onto the seat behind me after his gf, and beamed "I heard you lost, Ivy."

I know. Its all in the name of 'good fun'. But frankly speaking I don't need that right then. I swear. I was super cranky for the rest of the day, but thank you God. I'm not alone. 

Tuesday. 
Tuesday. 
Tuesday.
Tuesday.
Tuesday.

I don't want history to repeat. 
I want to redeem myself, because this feeling effing sucks; it's like an unpleasant taste stuck in your mouth that you can't rid for days.
I want to play my normal rallies, confident relaxed strokes like when I'm goofing about with my girls. 
I want to sit on the grand stand with my partner and people of Fantastic 4 (*LOVES*) again, but this time, for a happy cause.

(: FANTASTIC 4. 
Speaking of it, this is like, one of the major things that I will really miss after stepping down. ):
We will still stay back together! I HOPE! <3~

Hmm. 
Such a different feeling. 
I don't care how little affinity we have for the sport; I know The Holy One will lead us through, whoever He is. (:

Besides, He is the reason the sky is blue. :D