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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.
Tuesday, June 01, 2010

Ben and Jerry's reminds me of the second night of class chalet where I hogged a whole tub to myself; I devoured it under the moonlight, Blackberry in one hand and a fork in the other.

At 2a.m. too; since there wasn't room between the room of drunktards upstairs for me to sleep in.

These remind me of the Orange Fruti Popsicles they sell at Caltex.
Which remind me of those Windows 1998 Microsoft Office Word/Powerpoint Cliparts. Boy, those were cute.

Oh, Miss Kim has said okay to helping me write my appraisal letter! :D Although she says to send it in to me by email, but that way it won't have her signature. And since the both of us are busy and pressed for time in our own ways, then I guess I'll figure how to get the hard copy from her if she replies.
Other than that, this is pretty much a meaningless post.
Might add in stuff later.

P.S. Tomorrow's Wednesday! Going to march over to Mediacorp at night with Vani to see if she really won some weird meet Patrizio Buanne up-close-and-personal tickets from this Mediacorp lady who emailed her. :/ I suppose this ought to sound like a big deal, but it seems like girls/guys our age haven't even heard of him. ._. HAHAHA Vani says there shouldn't be much of people our age goup there, but rather more of people in their twenties and thirties, though it seems kind of funny to me; I definitely wouldn't be mad chasing some idol at that age...

...with the exception of Josh Groban of course. :D

Anyway, she got hold of 4 tickets and I'm the first she called! (well, probably because everyone else seems to be more keen on Pitbull; I was the only one rooting for Buanne)
:D STOKED.
But I'm starting to think it might be a scam though; she mentioned she didn't take part in anything, except when the both of us happened to join the Facebook official fan page. Ahh well. We'll see how tomorrow goes. Hahaha hate to say it but I'm pretty psyched :>

What should I wear, what should I wear...

Brb;
-Chores to do.
-Appeal letter to finish up.
-Chemistry revision.