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http://360.yahoo.com/ziklila
It's most accessible to friends, though I've been thinking of TypePad. Probably when I really need it later.
You have to be a member of Y!360 (if you have an account with Yahoo! you can open a Y!360 page easily) to comment on the blog. Hopefully it won't discourage you from reading and commenting. 
Many thanks to those who are still reading these stuff... I appreciate it a lot.
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| Hi everyone,
I don't celebrate Thanksgiving back home. However, now that I'm here in the US....
 HAPPY THANKSGIVING!
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I got you the present today. Hope you'll like it 
Called you though I know you had no reception. 2 reasons:
1) You might have happened to stay outside and get reception. (Which wasn't the case)
2) Well, at least I could hear your voice - "Hey I'm not here right now...." (Which I didn't listen to the end of the message or bother to leave one because I know you wouldn't check.)
How should I let you know? I should have said something to respond to what you told me, yet I couldn't 
I need to see you...
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| I still keep the habit of checking
out the PostSecret blog every once in a while. Sometimes the postcards
make me laugh, sometimes I can't hold back my tears reading them just
because I feel to related to experience of people whom I probably will
never meet in my life.
Those secrets make me realize that
every individual has so much to keep inside, and each of us has this
need to reveal some of our secrets to the outside world; otherwise, we
would explode like a balloon.
I just don't make postcards, not
because I am not artistic enough to make a good one (and I don't have
to make it pretty anyways - truth is the most powerful aspect of the
postcards sent to PostSecret), but because I've already written so
much. There may be one or two secrets that I still haven't been able to
publicize in a blog or somewhere else, yet most of the time I will
faithfully confess about the things that made me so upset. It just
makes me feel less burdened and urges me to move on.
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Dear you,
I miss you...
Um, that's all.
- Me.
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