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What a great Monday today! The sun is up and the weather is good. I feel like I am very energetic. Maybe because I have enough rest last weekend. What I did was, I sleep all day, sometimes just lying to relax my body from a week stress.

And now, here i am, sitting in my swivel chair with pc in front browsing the latest news and information, checking my yahoo accounts and my other "social network" accounts. What I opened first was my tagged account. I was amazed by the comment I received from my best buddy (we never seen each other in person but I consider him as one). I was flattered because I can imagine that he can do it for me. He made a personal saying that though we see each other yet, i was very special to him. What a touching ! I clicked the link below where that E card was from (the site). I found this sit named http://cardluv.com/. The site was cool. You can really made your own personalize E card. Best thing in that site was the games. I find it very enjoyable (for me). I had fun playing games in that site...really cool!

I'll show an example of a personalized E card. I'll just attach my e card in my next post.

I really hates what happened to my life lately. Friends left me for there are some problems occurred. I also don't have a good relationship towards my family. I wonder why these things happen to me...

During the hectic night of mail processing at the post office where I work, a number of letters fell off an elevator conveyor belt and scattered on the floor. Before the area supervisor had a chance to pick the, up,the facility manager. Who had the reputation for being stern, came upon the scene. “Why is this mail on the floor?!” he demanded angrily. With the hesitation the supervisor replied, “Gravity, sir.”

“Hello, welcome to the Psychiatric Hotline.
“If you are obsess-compulsive, please press 1 repeatedly.”
“You are co-dependent, please ask someone to press 2,”
“If you have multiple personalities, please press 3,4,5 and 6.”
“If you are paranoid-delusional, we know who you are and what you want. Just stay on the line until we can trace the call.”
“If you are schizophrenics, listen carefully and little voice will tell you which number to press.”
“If you are manic-depressive, it doesn't matter which number you press . No one will answer.”


“Determined to take it with when died, a very rich man prayed until finally the Lord gave in. There was one condition: he could bring one suitcase of his wealth. The rich man decided to fill the case with gold bullion.
The day came when God called him home. St. Peter greeted him, but told him he couldn't bring his suitcase . “oh, but I have an agreement with God,” the man explained.
“That's unusual,” said St.Peter. Mind if I take a look?” The man opened the suitcase to reveal the shining gold bullion.
St. Peter was amazed. “Why in the world would you bring a pavement?''

His cup of tea went cold and unnoticed.

Kurapika stared in disbelief at the computer screen. He had only been searching for news on the whereabouts of the Scarlet Eyes. That he had stumbled across an article on some newly discovered ruins was not the surprise; it was the fact that these were the ruins of an ancient temple located in his homeland.

Racking his brains, Kurapika could remember a story he had heard once about lost treasures. He and the other children, captivated, would pretend to look the hidden items, but as they grew, it remained a story and only a story. But it could be real after all, he mused. Imagine what that would mean...

The Mafia would certainly get a kick out of it. He would persuade Nostrad to send him investigate matters, seeing as the man could not pass up the chance to rise up in the eyes of his underworld peers. As for Kurapika himself, this was an opportunity to study his heritage and history. And there was always the possibility of finding some more information regarding the Eyes.

He scanned the article again. It was a very short paragraph, not even worthy of being called an article. The source was anonymous. The story could be complete fallacy for all he knew...there was only one way to check.

Kurapika typed in the address for the Hunter's website. As the page loaded, he took a sip of tea, grimacing at the cold, bitter liquid. Quickly downing the rest, Kurapika swiped his License, and entered the Hunter's Cafe.

He would have to ask the bartender.