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Shall I write one more?

As I wrote my first come back to my blog after a long time whilst I was trying not to fall asleep in class (which happens a lot), I realized how much I missed writing. My “desk mate” looked at me inquiringly and asked what was it that I was writing, and I just ended up replying “you know what, I really love writing”. Well, readers of this post could truly say: ”oh really, I can’t tell!”. As I got home, prepared not to leave my thoughts half way through this time (as I did the last two times I wrote something that I never published) I got an email complaint. Bruno really is having too much time off as an analyst in banking and likes to get entertained with my brain leakages but went to my blog to find out that I had not been there for a while. And he attacked me bluntly.
First, he went on as how I should not ever have started a blog if I was not a geek, because the ability to keep it going required me to be a geek and as such I was not up to the task. But he just did not leave it there did he? He is learning his ways and his second attack was clearly the one that made me call him names (through the screen) and laugh at how right he was. He claims “you are not one to leave behind something you have started right?”. Ok, with that one I just told him he should have a look this weekend because I promised to do something about it. These bankers can always find their way can’t they? As such, I decided to give him credit for my come back and thank him to make me keep going. I might even learn in time what exactly to write on it.

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