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1. I never made notebooks because in 1990s, notebooks meant scribbling down the exact words as in the textbook. Instead, I used to read books or even play video games. I was scolded by many, but appreciated just by a few teachers. This appreciation was enough for me to courageously question the conventional way-Still an asset. Also, I started writing poetry because of one such teachers.
2. I am an SOS Village volunteer. Later in my life, I want to make a similar house. We could live with a few homeless old people and a few orphan kids, as one family. The old people raise the kids as grandparents.
3. I want to pursue deep sea diving as a hobby, and win against my phobia. Although just 3 dives old, experience I have had is beyond words. The

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