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I think long profiles are really interesting, but everytime I type something, I just think that its not coming out how I want to, or it just doesnt make sense to me half the time. I guess I can never express myself good enough. Anyway Im Szelin, I dont update here very often cos I don't want to be a bad example (ha-ha I know right) if you know me Im @ dearestblank.lj instead, pictures will be here every now and then.

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Friday, April 3, 2009

Had free period cos Ms Soroma not here,
so much for taking a nap, I ended up talking to Joan,
rehearsal was crazy, I kept perspiring, felt so sticky and gross
went down to junior's game with sam,
they won by 1 and if they put in the last shot it'd be a tie, but nooo, so thank god.
lunch(tea) with mel/janelle/sam
good entertainments(:
took bus to douby, then train, then my aunt said she's going to pick me up
cos my godmum wants to treat us to dinner,
but she eat damn gross-ly
so, didnt eat much, reason why im a little hungry.
training tmr at 7.30
cos I got the ball, pfffft
oh well,
8:06 AM