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I didn't expect it. I couldn't even guess it. My b'day gift. It's a blog created by my wife with few interesting articles absolutely free. And the theme is also unique. It's 'Unique'. Meaning whatever I see/observe which is distinct, first of its kind, la la la la lala. Interesting na.

Hey isn't a blog as a birthday gift unique? See great start already. Thank you baby!

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interesting mix
lot of good conversations and comments about life and blogging here even though it is somewhat eclectic
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