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      <title>Happier - sweeter</title>
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      <published>2017-10-27T10:13:14Z</published>
      <updated>2017-10-27T10:13:14Z</updated>
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              Indeed in general I hold that there is nothing truer than happiness, and nothing happier and sweeter than truth.

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      <title>.....</title>
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      <published>2017-10-22T20:02:09Z</published>
      <updated>2017-10-22T20:02:09Z</updated>
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              When we hurt each other we should write it down in the sand, so the winds of forgiveness can make it go away for good. When we help each other we should chisel it in stone, lest we never forget the love of a friend.

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    <entry>
      <title>。。。</title>
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      <published>2017-10-17T13:20:42Z</published>
      <updated>2017-10-17T13:20:43Z</updated>
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              Life is like a camera lens. Focus only on what’s important and you can capture it perfectly.

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    <entry>
      <title>Nếu…thì vẫn còn sống…</title>
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      <published>2017-10-06T10:25:12Z</published>
      <updated>2017-10-06T10:25:12Z</updated>
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               <br />
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Lại nói về Trương Liêu…<br />
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Lữ Bố và Trương Liêu die cùng lúc và gặp nhau trên thiên đàng…<br />
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LB: ủa, sao mày chết thế??? tao nghe nói SIDA 10 năm mới đi ăn cắp cơ mà???<br />
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TL: Ặc, Bố đúng là ngu, chỉ có thằng không biết comdom là gì như Bố thì mới chết vì SIDA, tao bị chết ngạt…<br />
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LB: Trời, sướng thế!!!… trong thời chiến mà chết độc đáo như mày thì không đụng hàng rồi (???)<br />
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TL: thế sao mày chết hả Bố (Bố là Lữ Bố)<br />
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LB: ah, tao hộc máu mà chết…<br />
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TL:????? i dont understand???<br />
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LB: Tao biết con Điêu Thuyền nó cặp bồ nên hôm nay tao về sớm bắt quả tang… về đến nhà tao nghe có giọng đàn ông bèn đạp door xông vào nhưng không thấy thằng chó nào, tao lục tủ… soi gầm giường… chạy lên gác vẫn không thấy ai thê là tao tức quá hộc máu chết…<br />
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TL gào lên: mk…<br />
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LB: Hả, mày sao thế??<br />
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TL: Nếu lúc đó mày mở ngay cái hòm cạnh cái tủ thì có phải bây giờ tao với mày vẫn sống không thằng Ngu…

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    <entry>
      <title>Because..You&#039;re my friend</title>
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      <published>2017-09-28T22:12:42Z</published>
      <updated>2017-09-28T22:12:42Z</updated>
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              The rain may be falling hard outside <br />
But your smile makes it alright<br />
I’m so glad that you’re my friend<br />
I know our friendship will never end.

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      <title>...</title>
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      <id>http://q-eng.com/diary/20751</id>
      <published>2017-09-19T19:29:28Z</published>
      <updated>2017-09-19T19:29:28Z</updated>
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              There are only two ways to live your life. One is as though nothing is a miracle. The other is as though everything is a miracle <br />
- Albert Einstein

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    <entry>
      <title>Some Things You Just Can&#039;t Explain</title>
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      <published>2017-09-07T16:58:05Z</published>
      <updated>2017-09-07T16:58:05Z</updated>
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              A farmer was sitting in the neighborhood bar getting drunk. A man came in and asked the farmer, "Hey, why are you sitting here on this beautiful day, getting drunk?" The farmer shook his head and replied, "Some things you just can&#039;t explain."<br />
"So what happened that&#039;s so horrible?" the man asked as he sat down next to the farmer.<br />
"Well," the farmer said, "today I was sitting by my cow, milking her. Just as I got the bucket full, she lifted her left leg and kicked over the bucket."<br />
"Okay," said the man, "but that&#039;s not so bad." "Some things you just can&#039;t explain," the farmer replied. "So what happened then?" the man asked. The farmer said, "I took her left leg and tied it to the post on the left."<br />
"And then?"<br />
"Well, I sat back down and continued to milk her. Just as I got the bucket full, she took her right leg and kicked over the bucket."<br />
The man laughed and said, "Again?" The farmer replied, "Some things you just can&#039;t explain." "So, what did you do then?" the man asked.<br />
"I took her right leg this time and tied it to the post on the right."<br />
"And then?"<br />
"Well, I sat back down and began milking her again. Just as I got the bucket full, the stupid cow knocked over the bucket with her tail."<br />
"Hmmm," the man said and nodded his head. "Some things you just can&#039;t explain," the farmer said.<br />
"So, what did you do?" the man asked.<br />
"Well," the farmer said, "I didn&#039;t have anymore rope, so I took off my belt and tied her tail to the rafter. In that moment, my pants fell down and my wife walked in ... Some things you just can&#039;t explain."<br />
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    <entry>
      <title>The Silly Mother</title>
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      <published>2017-08-28T17:58:39Z</published>
      <updated>2017-08-28T17:58:39Z</updated>
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              Once upon a time there lived a girl called Maya . One day when she came home from school she went straight to her mother and said ” Mummy , today my teacher punished me for something I didn’t do . The mother was very angry and went straight to her teacher and scolded her , but she didn’t ask Maya what she didn’t do.<br />
when she came home she said “I scolded your your teacher nicely for just scolding you ” then she asked “by the way Maya what is that you didn’t do” her mother asked “My homework” said Maya.

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      <title>Chance..!</title>
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      <published>2017-08-26T09:55:04Z</published>
      <updated>2017-08-26T09:55:05Z</updated>
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              Life always offers you a second chance. It’s called tomorrow.

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      <title>Education..</title>
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      <published>2017-08-06T18:54:51Z</published>
      <updated>2017-08-06T18:54:51Z</updated>
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              Education plays a great role in everyone’s life by building personality, improving knowledge and skill and providing feeling of well being of a person. Education has been divided into three categories in our country as Primary education, Secondary education and Higher Secondary education. It develops our analytical skills, character and overall personality. Education helps a person in nourishing his present and future by ensuring aim of the life. Quality and importance of the education are increasing day by day.<br />
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Every child must to go school in his/her appropriate age as everyone has equal rights for the education from birth. The growth and development of any country depend on the quality of education system set for young ones in the schools and colleges. However, the education system in every area of the country is not same so the proper growth and development of the people and society varies according to the weak and strong education system of the particular region.

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    <entry>
      <title>Ca chua va dua..</title>
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      <published>2017-08-05T17:57:52Z</published>
      <updated>2017-08-05T17:57:52Z</updated>
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              - Hung: Mui cua cau giong nhu qua ca chua, xau lắm. Phai mui doc dua nhu to moi dep<br />
- Dung: uh, dung roi, nhung "nuoc dua" dang chay kia!<br />
- Hung: !?!<br />
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#Truyencuoi

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      <title>Xa roi..!</title>
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      <published>2017-07-30T17:03:25Z</published>
      <updated>2017-07-30T17:03:25Z</updated>
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                  Nguoi em yeu hom nay da xa , xa em chon nao. !?<br />
    Nguoi em yeu tu nay da khong con la rieng em..!

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      <title>Ghet nhat.!</title>
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      <published>2017-07-25T15:02:20Z</published>
      <updated>2017-07-25T15:02:20Z</updated>
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              -Nang: Hom qua anh xem trom nhat ki cua em phai khong?<br />
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-Em ghet nhat la nhungnguoi di xem trom nhung thu cua nguoi khac.<br />
-Chang: Uh! sao em biet?<br />
-Nang: Em xem nhat ki cua anh va co ghi vu do!<br />
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#Truyencuoi

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    </entry>
    <entry>
      <title>Cho treo, meo day..</title>
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      <published>2017-07-22T14:06:18Z</published>
      <updated>2017-07-22T14:06:18Z</updated>
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              - Mo: Con Con o nha trong mam com.Nho la cho treo meo day day. Mo phai di dang nay mot lat.<br />
Mot lat sau…<br />
- Mo: The nao xong chua con?<br />
- Quynh: Dạ xong roi a! Mo bao cho treo meo day nen con treo con cho va day con meo..!<br />
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#Truyencuoi!

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    <entry>
      <title>Tuong than ve nu..!</title>
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      <published>2017-07-20T12:56:04Z</published>
      <updated>2017-07-20T12:56:04Z</updated>
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              Vôva đi vào lớp và ngắm nhìn tượng thần Vệ nữ. Hôm sau cô giáo hỏi cả lớp.<br />
- Các em thích những bộ phận nào trên bức tượng kia?<br />
- Cô ấy có cánh tay đẹp.<br />
- Cô ấy có đôi chân dài<br />
- Cô ấy có khuôn mặt khả ái<br />
- Cô ấy có bộ ngực đẹp<br />
Vasia, em thích cái gì?<br />
- Em thích cặp mông của cô ấy ạ.<br />
- Biến ngay khỏi lớp học và không có bố mẹ đến đây thì đừng có quay trở lại lớp.<br />
Vasia đi ra khỏi lớp. Theo sau là Vôva.<br />
- Vôva, em đi đâu?<br />
- Đằng nào mà cô chả đuổi em. Trên tượng kia chỉ còn mỗi 1 bộ phận là chưa ai nói.<br />
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#Truyencuoi

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    <entry>
      <title>Dam..!</title>
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      <published>2017-07-16T16:24:51Z</published>
      <updated>2017-07-16T16:24:51Z</updated>
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              Hai vo chong cai nhau:<br />
- Ong la cai do biet an ma khong biet nau<br />
- Ba tuong ba ngon lam ha. tui con do hon ba, cai do biet nau ma khong dam an..!!<br />
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#Truyencuoi

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    <entry>
      <title>Sad...!</title>
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      <published>2017-07-15T10:05:33Z</published>
      <updated>2017-07-15T10:05:33Z</updated>
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               What&#039;s happend?...<br />
I don&#039;t know what am i have to do right now?<br />
I need your shoulder..<br />
i need warm your hand..<br />
I need sweet your kiss...<br />
I need You miss about me..<br />
..But...I haven&#039;t anything more.. now and forever.. so..<br />
Mybe..I give up!...<br />
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Goodbye Mydarling..!

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      <title>Sad...!</title>
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      <published>2017-07-15T10:05:29Z</published>
      <updated>2017-07-15T10:05:32Z</updated>
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               What&#039;s happend?...<br />
I don&#039;t know what am i have to do right now?<br />
I need your shoulder..<br />
i need warm your hand..<br />
I need sweet your kiss...<br />
I need You miss about me..<br />
..But...I haven&#039;t anything more.. now and forever.. so..<br />
Mybe..I give up!...<br />
<br />
Goodbye Mydarling..!

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    <entry>
      <title>The Top Bunk</title>
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      <published>2017-07-09T21:33:30Z</published>
      <updated>2017-07-09T21:33:30Z</updated>
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              He and his brother slept in a bunk bed. He had the bottom bunk. His brother had the top bunk. The top bunk had a guard rail. The rail kept the sleeper safe. His brother didn&#039;t like the rail. He always left it down. One time his brother fell out of the top bunk. He hit the carpet and woke up. He said, "Ouch!" Then he climbed back into the top bunk. When he woke up the next day, his back was sore. Mom took him to see the doctor. The doctor examined him. The doctor said he was okay. He said to keep the guard rail up. His brother said he would do that. That night his brother climbed into the top bunk again. He left the guard rail down. He said the guard rail was like jail. He didn&#039;t want to feel like he was in jail. He fell asleep. Then he fell out of the top bunk again.

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    <entry>
      <title>My life is a story..!</title>
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      <published>2017-07-08T14:35:55Z</published>
      <updated>2017-07-08T14:35:55Z</updated>
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              My life is a story..!<br />
when I was a young, I want to be came a tour guide.. because my hobbies is travel around of the world...<br />
4 years ago, when i was a student at high school, everything was terrible, my english too bad and everytime when I had to studied english..I alway felt scared.. But at present, everything no problem with me, I listen to english, read english newspaper.... It&#039;s intresting and i really really enjoy it right now..!

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