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heh fellow members of sol.
Its two weeks into my new term of this new year. an exciting one i'm sure.
life's path of late has been like closing a few doors and opening new doors. and some doors that had been there for 10 years now, reopened again.
and some friends who wouldn't understand that I'm in a position where time spent a lazing and at home seems like pure bliss to me. sigh.

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Mich's saying chances of her continuing her academic adventure in the clump of land known as the U.S.A. is highly probable.
I wonder, if thats gonna become. for does that spells the end of the start of this blissed recent existance i'm so contented with now. or is it gonna be like a struggle of restrain minds and hearts seperated by hurricanes tsunamis and fish-filled voids. its gonna take many months. or it might only be a shortlived lesson for something do break when pulled over long distances too hard.
i dun know 'bout that man. ain't keen at all. but guess like she says,"whatever happens, whatever happens.".

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school's a freaking time bomb i think. wonder engineers and scientist form part of the occupants of woodbridge mental hotel. could be linked by some mathematical function inversly proportional to the average grades of the undergrads like me of any particular year. started when dad mentioned that when i told my family that its pretty natural to laspe into conversations with fellow campus dudes about jokes involving equations and stupid lecture jokes by the damn egg'heads sometimes, -shrugs- been like that since i was in sec.3. but it got me through maths lessons then...maybe its good after all.

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reading up my black book mind vault never fail to put a smile on my face riding that all so routine bus' to campus. am i a daily product now. where lesson time governs my life rather then the sun and occasional moonrise.

oh btw da Rock Fingers® are back. rockin and may soon the churning begins.