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Hello Spikey!

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  Believe it or not,  from the moment he was born up to his last hair cut a few months ago; it was always me or his Aki cut his hair. One consistent reason why he never wanted to go to a barber shop: he feels ticklish because of the trimmer. No wonder 'Poni Mangkok' has always been his trademark.  I don't know what is with today, when I told him to have his haircut; he immediately said "Yes". "To the barber shop?" ... "Yes" he said.  "I want to have a bald head, and so I don't have to comb my hair after shower." Hmmm, a very good reason since he always forgets to comb his hair!  So there we went to the Barber Shop Aki usually have his hair cut.  It was a nice comfy room. I liked it too because they got the classic barber shop twisting flag lamp in front. And they still got the Top Collection poster too!  There he took a peep, and smiled himself as he sit on the barbershop chair.  He ordered his pre...
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Sorry.

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Dear Titan, One day when you were 9 years old, I found this letter. You put it in between my laptop. I startled. I felt ... sad. If only you knew, every mothers in the whole wide world will always forgive their children. So that you won't have to ask forgiveness again and again. So that you won't have to kneeled down just to ask one. As much as mothers will want you to learn from your mistakes, we don't really want you to make ones. Because your mistakes mean our failure in raising you. All in all, I am proud of you. It is not easy to ask forgiveness.
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Rainbow and the magic pond

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Once upon a time, there is a little boy. He has deep hazel eyes, tanned skin and feet as skinny as a bean stalk. He is an orphan and he is very lonely. His best friends are the golden grass in the savanna. The forest ferns, the morning dew, the smell of rain when they touch the soil, the chirping birds, the bright blue sky and blinking stars, the marching ants and caterpillars, and other beautiful creatures around him. Every morning, he wakes up and greets those wonderful things. He walks slowly as chanting beautiful prayers to those beautiful creatures he met.   One day, it was raining. And the rain washed away the colors of his surroundings. The green leaves, the shocking pink flower, the soil, the deep black tarantula even his own skin had became dull and gray and monotonous. What was happening? The boy wondered. Not long after that, the rain stopped and the sun came out. He came out of his shelter and looked up the sky. ...he saw a colorful painting in the sky he had neve...
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