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Without saying a word, Queequeg, in his wild sort of way, jumped upon the bulwarks, from thence into the bows of one of the whale-boats hanging to the side; and then bracing his left knee, and poising his harpoon, cried out in some such way as this:—<br />
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"Cap'ain, you see him small drop tar on water dere? You see him? well, spose him one whale eye, well, den!" and taking sharp aim at it, he darted the iron right over old Bildad's broad brim, clean across the ship's decks, and struck the glistening tar spot out of sight.<br />
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"Now," said Queequeg, quietly hauling in the line, "spos-ee him whale-e eye; why, dad whale dead."<br />
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"Quick, Bildad," said Peleg, his partner, who, aghast at the close vicinity of the flying harpoon, had retreated towards the cabin gangway. "Quick, I say, you Bildad, and get the ship's papers. We must have Hedgehog there, I mean Quohog, in one of our boats. Look ye, Quohog, we'll give ye the ninetieth lay, and that's more than ever was given a harpooneer yet out of Nantucket."<br />
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So down we went into the cabin, and to my great joy Queequeg was soon enrolled among the same ship's company to which I myself belonged.</blockquote>
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When all preliminaries were over and Peleg had got everything ready for signing, he turned to me and said, "I guess, Quohog there don't know how to write, does he? I say, Quohog, blast ye! dost thou sign thy name or make thy mark?"<br />
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But at this question, Queequeg, who had twice or thrice before taken part in similar ceremonies, looked no ways abashed; but taking the offered pen, copied upon the paper, in the proper place, an exact counterpart of a queer round figure which was tattooed upon his arm; so that through Captain Peleg's obstinate mistake touching his appellative, it stood something like this:—<br />
Quohog. his X mark.<br />
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Meanwhile Captain Bildad sat earnestly and steadfastly eyeing Queequeg, and at last rising solemnly and fumbling in the huge pockets of his broad-skirted drab coat, took out a bundle of tracts, and selecting one entitled "The Latter Day Coming; or No Time to Lose," placed it in Queequeg's hands, and then grasping them and the book with both his, looked earnestly into his eyes, and said, "Son of darkness, I must do my duty by thee; I am part owner of this ship, and feel concerned for the souls of all its crew; if thou still clingest to thy Pagan ways, which I sadly fear, I beseech thee, remain not for aye a Belial bondsman. Spurn the idol Bell, and the hideous dragon; turn from the wrath to come; mind thine eye, I say; oh! goodness gracious! steer clear of the fiery pit!"<br />
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Something of the salt sea yet lingered in old Bildad's language, heterogeneously mixed with Scriptural and domestic phrases.<br />
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There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to itself, 'Oh dear! Oh dear!<br />
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I shall be late!' (when she thought it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural); but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT-POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on,<br />
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Alice started to her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.<br />
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In another moment down went Alice after it, never once considering how in the world she was to get out again.<br />
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The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well.CB Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788684849400740675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689910714561874156.post-4497998806995322022018-08-30T15:56:00.004+07:002021-09-08T13:56:45.348+07:00Foto Bu Guru Cantik, Name Please...!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Maudy Mikha Maria Tambayong (lahir di Jakarta, 15 September 1994; umur 22 tahun) adalah aktris, model dan penyanyi Indonesia.<br /><br />Ia merupakan anak semata wayang dari pasangan Michael dan Deva Tambayong. Tahun 2013,. Mikha lulus di Morning Star Academy dan melanjutkan kuliah di Fakultas Hukum Universitas Pelita Harapan.<br /><br />Mikha mengawali kariernya melalui ajang pemilihan GADIS Sampul pada tahun 2008. Debutnya di dunia sinetron adalah sebagai "Tasya" yang merupakan tokoh utama di sinetron berjudul Kepompong yang tayang perdana mulai tanggal 17 November 2008 produksi Frame Ritz Productions yang ditayangkan oleh SCTV.<br /><br />Setahun berkarier di dunia sinetron, Ia kemudian diberikan tawaran untuk terjun di dunia musik. Single pertama yang diluncurkan oleh gadis manis ini adalah Cinta Pertama yang juga merupakan soundtrack Kepompong. Kepopuleran Kepompong membuat nama Mikha Tambayong dan Cinta Pertama menjadi populer di kalangan masyarakat. Singel perdana ciptaan Partitur dan diaransemen oleh Randy Pratama ini membuat impian Mikha menjadi penyanyi terwujud. (Wikipedia).*<div>
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Lorem Ipsum adalah contoh teks atau dummy dalam industri percetakan dan penataan huruf atau typesetting.<br />
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Lorem Ipsum telah menjadi standar contoh teks sejak tahun 1500an, saat seorang tukang cetak yang tidak dikenal mengambil sebuah kumpulan teks dan mengacaknya untuk menjadi sebuah buku contoh huruf.<br />
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Ia tidak hanya bertahan selama 5 abad, tapi juga telah beralih ke penataan huruf elektronik, tanpa ada perubahan apapun.<br />
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Ia mulai dipopulerkan pada tahun 1960 dengan diluncurkannya lembaran-lembaran Letraset yang menggunakan kalimat-kalimat dari Lorem Ipsum, dan seiring munculnya perangkat lunak Desktop Publishing seperti Aldus PageMaker juga memiliki versi Lorem Ipsum.<br />
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Tidak seperti anggapan banyak orang, Lorem Ipsum bukanlah teks-teks yang diacak. Ia berakar dari sebuah naskah sastra latin klasik dari era 45 sebelum masehi, hingga bisa dipastikan usianya telah mencapai lebih dari 2000 tahun.<br />
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Richard McClintock, seorang professor Bahasa Latin dari Hampden-Sidney College di Virginia, mencoba mencari makna salah satu kata latin yang dianggap paling tidak jelas, yakni consectetur, yang diambil dari salah satu bagian Lorem Ipsum.<br />
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Setelah ia mencari maknanya di di literatur klasik, ia mendapatkan sebuah sumber yang tidak bisa diragukan. Lorem Ipsum berasal dari bagian 1.10.32 dan 1.10.33 dari naskah "de Finibus Bonorum et Malorum" (Sisi Ekstrim dari Kebaikan dan Kejahatan) karya Cicero, yang ditulis pada tahun 45 sebelum masehi.<br />
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Buku ini adalah risalah dari teori etika yang sangat terkenal pada masa Renaissance. Baris pertama dari Lorem Ipsum, "Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet..", berasal dari sebuah baris di bagian 1.10.32.<br />
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Bagian standar dari teks Lorem Ipsum yang digunakan sejak tahun 1500an kini di reproduksi kembali di bawah ini untuk mereka yang tertarik. Bagian 1.10.32 dan 1.10.33 dari "de Finibus Bonorum et Malorum" karya Cicero juga di reproduksi persis seperti bentuk aslinya, diikuti oleh versi bahasa Inggris yang berasal dari terjemahan tahun 1914 oleh H. Rackham.*<br />
<br />CB Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788684849400740675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689910714561874156.post-84921021996117953722017-04-17T16:58:00.003+07:002021-09-08T14:13:36.182+07:00How to Boost Your Company Web Traffict<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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How to Boost Your Company Web Traffict. Bagaimana cara meningkatkan jumlah pengunjung website perusahaan Anda?<br />
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1. Advertise<br />
2. Get Social<br />
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4. Write Irresistible Headlines<br />
5. Pay Attention to On-Page SEO<br />
6. Target Long-Tail Keywords<br />
7. Start Guest Blogging<br />
8. Invite Others to Guest Blog on Your Site<br />
9. Go After Referral Traffic<br />
10. Post Content to LinkedIn<br />
11. Implement Schema Microdata<br />
12. Link Internally<br />
13. Interview Industry Thought Leaders<br />
14. Don’t Neglect Email Marketing<br />
15. Make Sure Your Site is Responsive<br />
16. Make Sure Your Site is Fast<br />
17. Foster a Sense of Community<br />
18. Make Yourself Heard in Comment Sections<br />
19. Examine Your Analytics Data<br />
20. Get Active on Social Media<br />
21. Submit Your Content to Aggregator Sites<br />
22. Incorporate Video into Your Content Strategy<br />
23. Research the Competition<br />
24. Host Webinars<br />
25. Attend Conferences<br />
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Well, that just about does it for today’s post. If you’ve got your own tips for increasing traffic to your website, I’d love to hear them. (<a href="http://www.wordstream.com/blog/ws/2014/08/14/increase-traffic-to-my-website" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Source</a>)CB Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788684849400740675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689910714561874156.post-70318562365443567122017-04-16T08:10:00.000+07:002017-04-22T07:37:50.435+07:00Bu Guru Amel Cantik, Beneran Nih?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I found myself lying prone upon a bed of yellowish, mosslike vegetation which stretched around me in all directions for interminable miles. I seemed to be lying in a deep, circular basin, along the outer verge of which I could distinguish the irregularities of low hills.<br />
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It was midday, the sun was shining full upon me and the heat of it was rather intense upon my naked body, yet no greater than would have been true under similar conditions on an Arizona desert. Here and there were slight outcroppings of quartz-bearing rock which glistened in the sunlight; and a little to my left, perhaps a hundred yards, appeared a low, walled enclosure about four feet in height. No water, and no other vegetation than the moss was in evidence, and as I was somewhat thirsty I determined to do a little exploring.<br />
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Springing to my feet I received my first Martian surprise, for the effort, which on Earth would have brought me standing upright, carried me into the Martian air to the height of about three yards. I alighted softly upon the ground, however, without appreciable shock or jar. Now commenced a series of evolutions which even then seemed ludicrous in the extreme. I found that I must learn to walk all over again, as the muscular exertion which carried me easily and safely upon Earth played strange antics with me upon Mars.<br />
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Instead of progressing in a sane and dignified manner, my attempts to walk resulted in a variety of hops which took me clear of the ground a couple of feet at each step and landed me sprawling upon my face or back at the end of each second or third hop. My muscles, perfectly attuned and accustomed to the force of gravity on Earth, played the mischief with me in attempting for the first time to cope with the lesser gravitation and lower air pressure on Mars.<br />
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I was determined, however, to explore the low structure which was the only evidence of habitation in sight, and so I hit upon the unique plan of reverting to first principles in locomotion, creeping. I did fairly well at this and in a few moments had reached the low, encircling wall of the enclosure.<br />
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The roof of the enclosure was of solid glass about four or five inches in thickness, and beneath this were several hundred large eggs, perfectly round and snowy white. The eggs were nearly uniform in size being about two and one-half feet in diameter.<br />
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Five or six had already hatched and the grotesque caricatures which sat blinking in the sunlight were enough to cause me to doubt my sanity.<br />
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<li>with little scrawny bodies, </li>
<li>long necks and six legs, or, </li>
<li>as I afterward learned, two legs and two arms, </li>
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Their eyes were set at the extreme sides of their heads a trifle above the center and protruded in such a manner that they could be directed either forward or back and also independently of each other, thus permitting this queer animal to look in any direction, or in two directions at once, without the necessity of turning the head.<br />
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The ears, which were slightly above the eyes and closer together, were small, cup-shaped antennae, protruding not more than an inch on these young specimens.<br />
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There was no hair on their bodies, which were of a very light yellowish-green color. In the adults, as I was to learn quite soon, this color deepens to an olive green and is darker in the male than in the female. Further, the heads of the adults are not so out of proportion to their bodies as in the case of the young.<br />
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I was soon appraised of the subject of their conversation, as, calling to Sola, Tars Tarkas signed for her to send me to him. I had by this time mastered the intricacies of walking under Martian conditions, and quickly responding to his command I advanced to the side of the incubator where the warriors stood.<br />
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As I reached their side a glance showed me that all but a very few eggs had hatched, the incubator being fairly alive with the hideous little devils. They ranged in height from three to four feet, and were moving restlessly about the enclosure as though searching for food.<br />
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As I came to a halt before him, Tars Tarkas pointed over the incubator and said, "Sak." I saw that he wanted me to repeat my performance of yesterday for the edification of Lorquas Ptomel, and, as I must confess that my prowess gave me no little satisfaction, I responded quickly, leaping entirely over the parked chariots on the far side of the incubator. As I returned, Lorquas Ptomel grunted something at me, and turning to his warriors gave a few words of command relative to the incubator. They paid no further attention to me and I was thus permitted to remain close and watch their operations, which consisted in breaking an opening in the wall of the incubator large enough to permit of the exit of the young Martians.<br />
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On either side of this opening the women and the younger Martians, both male and female, formed two solid walls leading out through the chariots and quite away into the plain beyond. Between these walls the little Martians scampered, wild as deer; being permitted to run the full length of the aisle, where they were captured one at a time by the women and older children; the last in the line capturing the first little one to reach the end of the gauntlet, her opposite in the line capturing the second, and so on until all the little fellows had left the enclosure and been appropriated by some youth or female. As the women caught the young they fell out of line and returned to their respective chariots, while those who fell into the hands of the young men were later turned over to some of the women.<br />
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The work of rearing young, green Martians consists solely in teaching them to talk, and to use the weapons of warfare with which they are loaded down from the very first year of their lives. Coming from eggs in which they have lain for five years, the period of incubation, they step forth into the world perfectly developed except in size. Entirely unknown to their mothers, who, in turn, would have difficulty in pointing out the fathers with any degree of accuracy, they are the common children of the community, and their education devolves upon the females who chance to capture them as they leave the incubator.<br />
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Their foster mothers may not even have had an egg in the incubator, as was the case with Sola, who had not commenced to lay, until less than a year before she became the mother of another woman's offspring. But this counts for little among the green Martians, as parental and filial love is as unknown to them as it is common among us. I believe this horrible system which has been carried on for ages is the direct cause of the loss of all the finer feelings and higher humanitarian instincts among these poor creatures.CB Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788684849400740675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689910714561874156.post-61515922661341948332017-04-11T00:26:00.000+07:002017-04-22T07:37:50.429+07:00Pesona Amanda Manopo Si Putri Duyung<div style="text-align: center;">
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All right. Well, take care yourself. I guess that’s what you’re best, presence old master? A tremor in the Force. The last time felt it was in the presence of my old master. I have traced the Rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link to finding their secret base. A tremor in the Force. The last time I felt it was in the presence of my old master.<br />
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Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him. I can’t get involved! I’ve got work to do! It’s not that I like the Empire, I hate it, but there’s nothing I can do about it right now. It’s such a long way from here. I call it luck. You are a part of the Rebel Alliance and a traitor! Take her away!<br />
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The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands. The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands. Leave that to me. Send a distress signal, and inform the Senate that all on board were killed. Red Five standing by.<br />
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I find your lack of faith disturbing. A tremor in the Force. The last time I felt it was in the presence of my old master. Hey, Luke! May the Force be with you. Red Five standing by. Red Five standing by. Your eyes can deceive you. Don’t trust them.<br />
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Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid. I find your lack of faith disturbing. The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. As you wish.<br />
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The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. In my experience, there is no such thing as luck. Red Five standing by.<br />
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I need your help, Luke. She needs your help. I’m getting too old for this sort of thing. Oh God, my uncle. How am I ever gonna explain this? As you wish. Escape is not his plan. I must face him, alone. You mean it controls your actions?<br />
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Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him. The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands. Ye-ha! The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands.<br />
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Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid. I find your lack of faith disturbing.<br />
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The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. As you wish.<br />
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Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him. The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands. Ye-ha! The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands.<br />
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The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. In my experience, there is no such thing as luck. Red Five standing by.</blockquote>
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I need your help, Luke. She needs your help. I’m getting too old for this sort of thing. Oh God, my uncle.<br />
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A tremor in the Force. The last time I felt it was in the presence of my old master. I have traced the Rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link to finding their secret base. Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him.<br />
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I need your help, Luke. She needs your help. I’m getting too old for this sort of thing. Red Five standing by. Don’t be too proud of this technological terror you’ve constructed. The ability to destroy a planet is insignificant next to the power of the Force. The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands. The plans you refer to will soon be back in our hands.<br />
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All right. Well, take care of yourself, Han. I guess that’s what you’re best at, ain’t it? A tremor in the Force. The last time I felt it was in the presence of my old master. I have traced the Rebel spies to her. Now she is my only link to finding their secret base. A tremor in the Force. The last time I felt it was in the presence of my old master.<br />
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Remember, a Jedi can feel the Force flowing through him. I can’t get involved! I’ve got work to do! It’s not that I like the Empire, I hate it, but there’s nothing I can do about it right now. It’s such a long way from here. I call it luck. You are a part of the Rebel Alliance and a traitor! Take her away!<br />
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Hokey religions and ancient weapons are no match for a good blaster at your side, kid. I find your lack of faith disturbing. The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. As you wish.<br />
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The more you tighten your grip, Tarkin, the more star systems will slip through your fingers. In my experience, there is no such thing as luck. Red Five standing by.<br />
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You are a part of the Rebel Alliance and a traitor! Take her away! Red Five standing by. All right. Well, take care of yourself, Han. I guess that’s what you’re best at, ain’t it? Alderaan? I’m not going to Alderaan. I’ve got to go home. It’s late, I’m in for it as it is.CB Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788684849400740675noreply@blogger.com0Jakarta, Jakarta, Indonesia-6.2087634 106.84559899999999-6.4613213999999992 106.5228755 -5.9562054 107.16832249999999tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689910714561874156.post-88038126311746049262014-07-23T04:55:00.000+07:002017-04-22T07:37:50.446+07:00Aspire V5-123 Semi Laptop AMD Dual Core<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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At the next halt Hooja the Sly One managed to find enough slack chain to permit him to worm himself back quite close to Dian.<br />
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We were all standing, and as he edged near the girl she turned her back upon him in such a truly earthly feminine manner that I could scarce repress a smile; but it was a short-lived smile for on the instant the Sly One's hand fell upon the girl's bare arm, jerking her roughly toward him.<br />
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I was not then familiar with the customs or social ethics which prevailed within Pellucidar; but even so I did not need the appealing look which the girl shot to me from her magnificent eyes to influence my subsequent act. What the Sly One's intention was I paused not to inquire; but instead, before he could lay hold of her with his other hand, I placed a right to the point of his jaw that felled him in his tracks.<br />
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A roar of approval went up from those of the other prisoners and the Sagoths who had witnessed the brief drama; not, as I later learned, because I had championed the girl, but for the neat and, to them, astounding method by which I had bested Hooja.<br />
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And the girl? At first she looked at me with wide, wondering eyes, and then she dropped her head, her face half averted, and a delicate flush suffused her cheek. For a moment she stood thus in silence, and then her head went high, and she turned her back upon me as she had upon Hooja. Some of the prisoners laughed, and I saw the face of Ghak the Hairy One go very black as he looked at me searchingly. And what I could see of Dian's cheek went suddenly from red to white.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-n3YSiFKa9oRiLH470n5Duo9flxbD9U5JpmVGWKSB8vgxD2-6wzrn5P1xyN3S-eDkOqQYrpDF7AFEq8qfIjaqHwVEtnwv4YX4Lt3Q4mQ0V22GIDCVSGADGhF6RrvRhRhQJJ6NbBoS1cA/s1600/laptop+netbook+mati.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Aspire V5-123 Semi Laptop AMD Dual Core" border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx-n3YSiFKa9oRiLH470n5Duo9flxbD9U5JpmVGWKSB8vgxD2-6wzrn5P1xyN3S-eDkOqQYrpDF7AFEq8qfIjaqHwVEtnwv4YX4Lt3Q4mQ0V22GIDCVSGADGhF6RrvRhRhQJJ6NbBoS1cA/s1600/laptop+netbook+mati.jpg" title="Aspire V5-123 Semi Laptop AMD Dual Core" /></a>Immediately after we resumed the march, and though I realized that in some way I had offended Dian the Beautiful I could not prevail upon her to talk with me that I might learn wherein I had erred—in fact I might quite as well have been addressing a sphinx for all the attention I got. At last my own foolish pride stepped in and prevented my making any further attempts, and thus a companionship that without my realizing it had come to mean a great deal to me was cut off. Thereafter I confined my conversation to Perry.<br />
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Hooja did not renew his advances toward the girl, nor did he again venture near me.<br />
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Again the weary and apparently interminable marching became a perfect nightmare of horrors to me. The more firmly fixed became the realization that the girl's friendship had meant so much to me, the more I came to miss it; and the more impregnable the barrier of silly pride. But I was very young and would not ask Ghak for the explanation which I was sure he could give, and that might have made everything all right again.<br />
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On the march, or during halts, Dian refused consistently to notice me—when her eyes wandered in my direction she looked either over my head or directly through me. At last I became desperate, and determined to swallow my self-esteem, and again beg her to tell me how I had offended, and how I might make reparation. I made up my mind that I should do this at the next halt. We were approaching another range of mountains at the time, and when we reached them, instead of winding across them through some high-flung pass we entered a mighty natural tunnel—a series of labyrinthine grottoes, dark as Erebus.<br />
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The guards had no torches or light of any description. In fact we had seen no artificial light or sign of fire since we had entered Pellucidar. In a land of perpetual noon there is no need of light above ground, yet I marveled that they had no means of lighting their way through these dark, subterranean passages. So we crept along at a snail's pace, with much stumbling and falling—the guards keeping up a singsong chant ahead of us, interspersed with certain high notes which I found always indicated rough places and turns.<br />
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Halts were now more frequent, but I did not wish to speak to Dian until I could see from the expression of her face how she was receiving my apologies. At last a faint glow ahead forewarned us of the end of the tunnel, for which I for one was devoutly thankful. Then at a sudden turn we emerged into the full light of the noonday sun.<br />
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But with it came a sudden realization of what meant to me a real catastrophe—Dian was gone, and with her a half-dozen other prisoners.<br />
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<li>The guards saw it too, and </li>
<li>the ferocity of their rage was terrible to behold. </li>
<li> Their awesome, bestial faces were contorted in the most diabolical expressions, as they accused each other of responsibility for the loss. </li>
<li> Finally they fell upon us, beating us with their spear shafts, and hatchets. </li>
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"Did I not tell you that we of the ruling class owned all the land, all the forest, everything? Any food-getter who would not get food for us, him we punished or compelled to starve to death.<br />
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<li>They preferred to get food for us, and </li>
<li>make clothes for us, and prepare and </li>
<li>administer to us a thousand—a mussel-shell, Hoo-Hoo—a thousand satisfactions and delights. And I was </li>
<li>Professor Smith in those days—Professor James Howard Smith. And my lecture courses were very popular—that is, very many of the young men and women liked to hear me talk about the books other men had written.</li>
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"And I was very happy, and I had beautiful things to eat. And my hands were soft, because I did no work with them, and my body was clean all over and dressed in the softest garments—<br />
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"We did not wear such things in those days. Even the slaves had better garments. And we were most clean. We washed our faces and hands often every day. You boys never wash unless you fall into the water or go swimming."CB Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788684849400740675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689910714561874156.post-86299404156599890692014-07-06T09:33:00.000+07:002017-04-22T07:37:50.443+07:00Young Muslim Woman Seneng Blognya Banyak Pengunjung<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fix emerged from his cabin and went on deck. Passepartout was promenading up and down in the forward part of the steamer. The detective rushed forward with every appearance of extreme surprise, and exclaimed, "You here, on the Rangoon?"<br />
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"What, Monsieur Fix, are you on board?" returned the really astonished Passepartout, recognising his crony of the Mongolia. "Why, I left you at Bombay, and here you are, on the way to Hong Kong! Are you going round the world too?"<br />
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"Hum!" said Passepartout, who seemed for an instant perplexed. "But how is it I have not seen you on board since we left Calcutta?"<br />
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"Oh, a trifle of sea-sickness—I've been staying in my berth. The Gulf of Bengal does not agree with me as well as the Indian Ocean. And how is Mr. Fogg?"<br />
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"As well and as punctual as ever, not a day behind time! But, Monsieur Fix, you don't know that we have a young lady with us."<br />
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"A young lady?" replied the detective, not seeming to comprehend what was said.<br />
Passepartout thereupon recounted Aouda's history, the affair at the Bombay pagoda, the purchase of the elephant for two thousand pounds, the rescue, the arrest, and sentence of the Calcutta court, and the restoration of Mr. Fogg and himself to liberty on bail. Fix, who was familiar with the last events, seemed to be equally ignorant of all that Passepartout related; and the later was charmed to find so interested a listener.<br />
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"But does your master propose to carry this young woman to Europe?"<br />
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"Not at all. We are simply going to place her under the protection of one of her relatives, a rich merchant at Hong Kong."CB Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788684849400740675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689910714561874156.post-88547661928926543722014-06-29T06:38:00.000+07:002017-04-22T07:37:50.449+07:00Pesona Pantai Pangandaran Jawa Barat<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The rest of his body was so streaked, and spotted, and marbled with the same shrouded hue, that, in the end, he had gained his distinctive appellation of the White Whale; a name, indeed, literally justified by his vivid aspect, when seen gliding at high noon through a dark blue sea, leaving a milky-way wake of creamy foam, all spangled with golden gleamings.<br />
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Nor was it his unwonted magnitude, nor his remarkable hue, nor yet his deformed lower jaw, that so much invested the whale with natural terror, as that unexampled, intelligent malignity which, according to specific accounts, he had over and over again evinced in his assaults. More than all, his treacherous retreats struck more of dismay than perhaps aught else.<br />
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For, when swimming before his exulting pursuers, with every apparent symptom of alarm, he had several times been known to turn round suddenly, and, bearing down upon them, either stave their boats to splinters, or drive them back in consternation to their ship.<br />
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Already several fatalities had attended his chase. But though similar disasters, however little bruited ashore, were by no means unusual in the fishery; yet, in most instances, such seemed the White Whale's infernal aforethought of ferocity, that every dismembering or death that he caused, was not wholly regarded as having been inflicted by an unintelligent agent.<br />
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Judge, then, to what pitches of inflamed, distracted fury the minds of his more desperate hunters were impelled, when amid the chips of chewed boats, and the sinking limbs of torn comrades, they swam out of the white curds of the whale's direful wrath into the serene, exasperating sunlight, that smiled on, as if at a birth or a bridal.*<br />
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"This, shipmates, this is that other lesson; and woe to that pilot of the living God who slights it.<br />
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Woe to him whom this world charms from Gospel duty! Woe to him who seeks to pour oil upon the waters when God has brewed them into a gale! Woe to him who seeks to please rather than to appal! Woe to him whose good name is more to him than goodness! Woe to him who, in this world, courts not dishonour! Woe to him who would not be true, even though to be false were salvation! Yea, woe to him who, as the great Pilot Paul has it, while preaching to others is himself a castaway!"<br />
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He dropped and fell away from himself for a moment; then lifting his face to them again, showed a deep joy in his eyes, as he cried out with a heavenly enthusiasm,—"But oh! shipmates! on the starboard hand of every woe, there is a sure delight; and higher the top of that delight, than the bottom of the woe is deep.<br />
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Is not the main-truck higher than the kelson is low? Delight is to him—a far, far upward, and inward delight—who against the proud gods and commodores of this earth, ever stands forth his own inexorable self.<br />
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Delight is to him whose strong arms yet support him, when the ship of this base treacherous world has gone down beneath him. Delight is to him, who gives no quarter in the truth, and kills, burns, and destroys all sin though he pluck it out from under the robes of Senators and Judges.<br />
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Delight,—top-gallant delight is to him, who acknowledges no law or lord, but the Lord his God, and is only a patriot to heaven. Delight is to him, whom all the waves of the billows of the seas of the boisterous mob can never shake from this sure Keel of the Ages.<br />
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And eternal delight and deliciousness will be his, who coming to lay him down, can say with his final breath—O Father!—chiefly known to me by Thy rod—mortal or immortal, here I die. I have striven to be Thine, more than to be this world's, or mine own. Yet this is nothing: I leave eternity to Thee; for what is man that he should live out the lifetime of his God?"<br />
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He said no more, but slowly waving a benediction, covered his face with his hands, and so remained kneeling, till all the people had departed, and he was left alone in the place.</blockquote>
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Returning to the Spouter-Inn from the Chapel, I found Queequeg there quite alone; he having left the Chapel before the benediction some time. He was sitting on a bench before the fire, with his feet on the stove hearth, and in one hand was holding close up to his face that little negro idol of his; peering hard into its face, and with a jack-knife gently whittling away at its nose, meanwhile humming to himself in his heathenish way.<br />
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But being now interrupted, he put up the image; and pretty soon, going to the table, took up a large book there, and placing it on his lap began counting the pages with deliberate regularity; at every fiftieth page—as I fancied—stopping a moment, looking vacantly around him, and giving utterance to a long-drawn gurgling whistle of astonishment.<br />
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He would then begin again at the next fifty; seeming to commence at number one each time, as though he could not count more than fifty, and it was only by such a large number of fifties being found together, that his astonishment at the multitude of pages was excited.CB Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788684849400740675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2689910714561874156.post-2131576455720781652014-06-16T09:33:00.001+07:002021-09-08T14:14:20.725+07:00Cherrybelle, is an Indonesian girl group which was formed from an audition<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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He opened the big box, and Dorothy saw that it was filled with spectacles of every size and shape. All of them had green glasses in them. The Guardian of the Gates found a pair that would just fit Dorothy and put them over her eyes.<br />
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There were two golden bands fastened to them that passed around the back of her head, where they were locked together by a little key that was at the end of a chain the Guardian of the Gates wore around his neck. When they were on, Dorothy could not take them off had she wished, but of course she did not wish to be blinded by the glare of the Emerald City, so she said nothing.<br />
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Then the green man fitted spectacles for the Scarecrow and the Tin Woodman and the Lion, and even on little Toto; and all were locked fast with the key.<br />
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Then the Guardian of the Gates put on his own glasses and told them he was ready to show them to the Palace. Taking a big golden key from a peg on the wall, he opened another gate, and they all followed him through the portal into the streets of the Emerald City.<br />
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Even with eyes protected by the green spectacles, Dorothy and her friends were at first dazzled by the brilliancy of the wonderful City. The streets were lined with beautiful houses all built of green marble and studded everywhere with sparkling emeralds. They walked over a pavement of the same green marble, and where the blocks were joined together were rows of emeralds, set closely, and glittering in the brightness of the sun. The window panes were of green glass; even the sky above the City had a green tint, and the rays of the sun were green.<br />
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There were many people--men, women, and children--walking about, and these were all dressed in green clothes and had greenish skins. They looked at Dorothy and her strangely assorted company with wondering eyes, and the children all ran away and hid behind their mothers when they saw the Lion; but no one spoke to them. Many shops stood in the street, and Dorothy saw that everything in them was green. Green candy and green pop corn were offered for sale, as well as green shoes, green hats, and green clothes of all sorts. At one place a man was selling green lemonade, and when the children bought it Dorothy could see that they paid for it with green pennies.<br />
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There seemed to be no horses nor animals of any kind; the men carried things around in little green carts, which they pushed before them. Everyone seemed happy and contented and prosperous.<br />
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The Guardian of the Gates led them through the streets until they came to a big building, exactly in the middle of the City, which was the Palace of Oz, the Great Wizard. There was a soldier before the door, dressed in a green uniform and wearing a long green beard.<br />
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"Here are strangers," said the Guardian of the Gates to him, "and they demand to see the Great Oz."CB Bloggerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06788684849400740675noreply@blogger.com0