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Friday, May 18, 2007

So naturally after a painful 3 hours of class on Thursday, I rushed to chill out with the mates. Snooker is the new game, babes. I'm trying to make the step up to the snooker world.

School has reached 150 km/minute so I don't assume there is going to be alot of free time after this weekend. Sorry to all the chaps that I can't meet during school or after school. You should know that I hardly smile or get happy in school these days.

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I need a reason to wake up every morning and the fact that I'm studying something I feel is artificial. But I cannot run away again. I don't want my kids in future to know that their dad was a coward. It will scar my life.

Is this my destiny or fate?

Carrying your name, close to me.
11:51 PM