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Who am I?

Or maybe not.
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who cares.

Who am I?
apparently people come to an age where they ask themselves who they are.
and because they dont know, they go and travel the world and find their true selves in the bushbush in africa. Right.
Well I wanna travel the world, not necessarily find the true me in the bushbush but just travel and actually SEE the world.
But after I thought of the proces 'Who am I?' I thought I could pretty much answer that question.
so.. -->
Hi im Selina.
Im tuf
and funny,
bit of a pestimist,
don't do stress,
and curious (way more than you think)
. and thats all.
thats who I am.
C'est tout.
easy.
maybe a bit TOO easy.
but what in the world can tell me who I really am.
I dont believe some trees and spiders will reveal the true me.
well maybe to my friends (who think I'm fearless haha)
cause if I see a spider I aint so comfortable anymore. haha
but dont tell anyone. thats our secret.

talk to ya later alligator.

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  1. Pauline20 September, 2009

    Si si si.

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  2. Sal22 September, 2009

    as in si si si go bore someone else with your stupid blogs or as in si si si i am laughing and cant say anything else?

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