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Recent software updated on Network Rebusnet web site.
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Miraplacid Text Driver 4.0 by Miraplacid (Dec 24 2004 03:41 GMT) - Miraplacid Text Driver (Text Printer Driver) extracts text from documents and saves it to file. Text Output can be formatted as plain text or text with layout, previewed and saved in Unicode or specified code page. When auto-save mode is on, the software saves extracted text to file with no user interaction. Software can insert current date, time, print job and page number into output file path and name. |
Photo Matt
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WordPress Lists (Dec 24 2004 03:41 GMT) - There's a new WordPress list manager and plugin that looks pretty swank and nicely integrates into the WordPress admin pages. |
.: The Poetry Showcase :.
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A Holiday Sad Storm-Look- Alike (Dec 24 2004 03:40 GMT) - It was the last of the daysWhen animals walk stranded with hayStraws of paleness over your eyesAnd glaring standing here besidesI do not know what happenedBut a holiday sad storm-look alikeThen the lady came and asked me for breadLots of food I have desired but the light did not spare meI gave the lady some bread and kept on goingTook some food and put my foot on rollingHowever, as the table turns out in lifeWith the legs standing upIt is the reason why backwards is goodWhen wind blow your wayDuring the path, I learned many thingsFew is more, when more brings painAnd more is love, when love brings a roseAnd hiding is not a solution, but the beginning of a riddleNevertheless, a holiday sad storm-look alikeKept me wanting more and more of the same placeDont go, I heard, and I listened very carefullyAlthough pleasure awaits, hope will be just as fulfilledMoreover, sometimes one thinks that storms bring destructionBut in my case, it brought truth and tearsThe reason of writing on a paper with no nameIts the only one that keeps me hanging on to fearSadness will not harm but make strongerAnd time will make a strong rock a harder oneAnd tougher to break in times of desperationOne path, one can liveBut many there are to chooseAnd there lies the answer to my questionOn one day like any otherWhat can make difference to my dears?Is it the hope of a better day?Is it the future that shines again?Or is it that while we are still together we can still enjoyWhat we do every year, every minute, every second, every momentI dont know the answer to my questionI guess it cannot be answered in the endEvery one has its own reason, its own whileOne single thing to live for, but a day to celebrateNot because they have told us, but because our journeyIt is one called faith. |
Winds of Change.NET
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Eyes on Korea: 2004-12-24 (Dec 24 2004 03:40 GMT) - Winds of Change.NET Regional Briefings run on Tuesdays & Wednesdays, and sometimes Fridays too. Today's Regional Briefing focuses on Korea, courtesy of Robert Koehler in Seoul. Top Topics Prof. |
.: The Poetry Showcase :.
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A Holiday Sad Storm-Look- Alike (Dec 24 2004 03:39 GMT) - Tis was the last of the daysWhen animals walk stranded with hayStraws of paleness over your eyesAnd glaring standing here besidesI do not know what happenedBut a holiday sad storm-look alikeThen the lady came and asked me for breadLots of food I have desired but the light did not spare meI gave the lady some bread and kept on goingTook some food and put my foot on rollingHowever, as the table turns out in lifeWith the legs standing upIt is the reason why backwards is goodWhen wind blow your wayDuring the path, I learned many thingsFew is more, when more brings painAnd more is love, when love brings a roseAnd hiding is not a solution, but the beginning of a riddleNevertheless, a holiday sad storm-look alikeKept me wanting more and more of the same placeDont go, I heard, and I listened very carefullyAlthough pleasure awaits, hope will be just as fulfilledMoreover, sometimes one thinks that storms bring destructionBut in my case, it brought truth and tearsThe reason of writing on a paper with no nameIts the only one that keeps me hanging on to fearSadness will not harm but make strongerAnd time will make a strong rock a harder oneAnd tougher to break in times of desperationOne path, one can liveBut many there are to chooseAnd there lies the answer to my questionOn one day like any otherWhat can make difference to my dears?Is it the hope of a better day?Is it the future that shines again?Or is it that while we are still together we can still enjoyWhat we do every year, every minute, every second, every momentI dont know the answer to my questionI guess it cannot be answered in the endEvery one has its own reason, its own whileOne single thing to live for, but a day to celebrateNot because they have told us, but because our journeyIt is one called faith. |
Niutopia/Jouebs
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stuts : Snif (Dec 24 2004 03:39 GMT) - Ils m'ont tous oublis. Pas un signe, pas un geste. Personne ne m'aime et moi j'aime plus personne. Mais qu'est-ce que j'ai mal fait? Je dois me jeter du haut d'un pont pour que vous ralisiez que j'ai besoin de vous? |
.: The Poetry Showcase :.
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A Holiday Sad Storm-Look- Alike (Dec 24 2004 03:38 GMT) - Tis was the last of the daysWhen animals walk stranded with hayStraws of paleness over your eyesAnd glaring standing here besidesI do not know what happenedBut a holiday sad storm-look alikeThen the lady came and asked me for breadLots of food I have desired but the light did not spare meI gave the lady some bread and kept on goingTook some food and put my foot on rollingHowever, as the table turns out in lifeWith the legs standing upIt is the reason why backwards is goodWhen wind blow your wayDuring the path, I learned many thingsFew is more, when more brings painAnd more is love, when love brings a roseAnd hiding is not a solution, but the beginning of a riddleNevertheless, a holiday sad storm-look alikeKept me wanting more and more of the same placeDont go, I heard, and I listened very carefullyAlthough pleasure awaits, hope will be just as fulfilledMoreover, sometimes one thinks that storms bring destructionBut in my case, it brought truth and tearsThe reason of writing on a paper with no nameIts the only one that keeps me hanging on to fearSadness will not harm but make strongerAnd time will make a strong rock a harder oneAnd tougher to break in times of desperationOne path, one can liveBut many there are to chooseAnd there lies the answer to my questionOn one day like any otherWhat can make difference to my dears?Is it the hope of a better day?Is it the future that shines again?Or is it that while we are still together we can still enjoyWhat we do every year, every minute, every second, every momentI dont know the answer to my questionI guess it cannot be answered in the endEvery one has its own reason, its own whileOne single thing to live for, but a day to celebrateNot because they have told us, but because our journeyIt is one called faith. |
Scratchin the Surface...
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Vietnam, Here I come! (Dec 24 2004 03:38 GMT) - Tomorrow, Christmas Day. I am leaving for Vietnam. In anticipation of this trip I have compiled a list of the top 10 strange foods that can be had to eat in Vietnam. Sadly, many Vietnamese dishes did not make this... |
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