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Wednesday, April 14, 2010.

Just finished my Problem Based Learning 2. Decided to come here.

Nationals. Sigh, I had such high ambitions. Did not hit what I expected to hit.
Definitely going back with a vengeance next year.
Time flies, its the third year of my shooting career, one last year left to go.
School sucks. If only I could run away and live by myself for a month, or even a year.
Oh yes, I make things sound so easy.

I remember how some random girl added me on friendster like eons ago. Visited her wordpress super long ago, and accidentally clicked the link again. Her posts are hmm, kinda meaningful. And she's pretty to hit it off (:

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