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Fuih... It's been more than a year I have been absent from here... Today I unpurposely got into my blog and relize that I have almost forgotten my blog. Hope that I can come back regularly to update my blog. Bless you all...

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Once upon a time there was a fish. And just because it was a fish, it had lived all its life in the water and knew nothing whatever about anything else but water. And one day as it swam about in the lake where all its days had been spent, it happened to meet a turtle of its acquaintance who had just come back from a little excursion on the land."Good day, Mr. Turtle!" said the fish. "I have not

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Over the past several years, we have all learned to live with IVRS - "Inter-active Voice Response System" as a necessary part of modern life. I was just wondering what would happen if God decides to go hi-tech and installs voicemail? I gave it a lot of thought and came up with various scenarios:Let us imagine a scenario. You dialed God's number."Hi! Thank you for calling God. Please select one of

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A man was strolling along the beach one day when he spotted a bottle washed up on the shore. He went over and picked it up, and noticed a message in the bottle. He popped the cork out and inside was a weathered treasure map indicating that there was buried treasure to be found in the shallow waters below. But the man thought it was a hoax, so he slipped the map back in and threw the bottle back

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Just now I received a message from one of my close friend. The message said "today is 20082008. It happens only once in a lifetime. So I wish you a very wonderful year".20-08-2008 - Sure, it's a wonderful date and happens only once in a lifetime. What a nice message sent to friends and siblings wishing the happy year in life on this beautiful date. But one thing we have to remember, everyday is a

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Hello frens.. It's been more than a week I didn't update my blog. Well, I promise I'll update it soon with the stories of my holidays. I'll also post some photos in it. So, just wait for it, and keep visiting my blog. OK!!!Thanx.. I'll be back soon...Citra_tdzJLU

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A butcher watching over his shop is really surprised when he saw a dog coming inside the shop. He shoos him away. But later, the dog is back again. So, he goes over to the dog and notices he has a note in his mouth.He takes the note and it reads "Can I have 12 sausages and a leg of lamb,please. The dog has money in his mouth, as well".The butcher looks inside and, behold, a ten dollar note. So he

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A lady in a faded gingham dress and her husband,dressed in a homespun threadbare suit, stepped off the train in Boston, and walked timidly without an appointment into the president of Harvard's outer office.The secretary could tell in a moment that such backwoods, country hicks had no business at Harvard and probably didn't even deserve to be in Cambridge.She frowned. "We want to see the

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Once upon a time there was a golden songbird that lived in a beautiful garden. It spent all its days singing the loveliest songs to the honour of its maker and the delight of all the people who heard it.But the keeper of the garden, who was a foolish and greedy man, coveted the little songster, and one day he made a cunning net in which he snared it. The little bird begged the man to release him

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"A Ship is always safe at the shore - but that is NOT what it is built for" - Albert EinsteinWell, this saying is surely true. There are storms and high waves in the sea that can sink even a huge ship. But at the shore, even a little ship is much safer, it doesn't need to fear the storms in the sea. But, what is the function of a ship if it just docks at the shore? A ship is built to cross the

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She jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: "How is my little boy ? Is he going to be all right ? When can I see him ?" The surgeon said, "I'm sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn't make it." Sally said, "Why do little children get cancer ? Doesn't God care any more ? Where were you, God, when my son needed you ?" The surgeon asked, "Would you

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A long time ago in China , a girl named Li-Li got married & went to live with her husband and mother-in-law. In a very short time, Li-Li found that she couldn't get along with her mother-in-law at all. Their personalities were very different, and Li-Li was angered by many of her mother-in-law's habits. In addition, she criticized Li-Li constantly.Days passed, and weeks passed. Li-Li and her

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On the last day before Christmas, I hurried to go to the store to buy the remaining gifts I didn't manage to buy earlier.When I saw all the people there, I started to complain to myself. It is going to take forever here and I still have so many other places to go... Christmas really is getting more and more annoying every year. How I wish I could just lie down, go to sleep and only wake up after

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Hi, frenz.. Just want to inform, I've created another blog in Friendster. In my Friendster Blog, I'll just update the info connected with my Friendster Profiles. Besides that, I'll also post some nice articles and humours in Indonesian.So, feel free to visit my Friendster Profiles (http://profiles.friendster.com/citratdz) and Friendster Blog (http://citra_tdz.blogs.friendster.com/). And I invite

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Now, when I write this, the time shows 4.45 am. I was awake this early because of the strange dream I've just had. Here is my dream. First I and one of my fellow teacher were in a jungle, we were hunted by what looked like a troop of Western soldiers with a helicopter. We hid in a river bank, n it's really cold. (I think it's because of the fan in my bedroom, he....) The dream went on. I was

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Hi.. Finally, after more than a month I created my blog, here come my first post.I will start with my plan for my blog. I'm going to share my stories, thoughts and opinions through my blog. I will also post some nice-inspiring articles and refreshing humours that I've ever read, so we can share thought and also laugh together. Just remember to leave comments in each of my posts.Finally, I hope

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