<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136534660312236128</id><updated>2011-09-29T04:46:20.242+07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Time Never Changes People, Just People Themselves Whose Change With Time"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lynever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404991482175632274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/S0Kw8hcmfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mL9rCh4nSC0/S220/DSC_00048-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136534660312236128.post-1509227751451802897</id><published>2011-09-05T17:25:00.002+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T17:29:51.305+07:00</updated><title type='text'>If Tomorrow was Yesterday!!</title><content type='html'>If you were mine, &lt;br /&gt;If I was yours, &lt;br /&gt;If you were her, &lt;br /&gt;If I was him, &lt;br /&gt;If we were belonged to each other, &lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't saying anything began with If, &lt;br /&gt;If you'd understood all these then I would have confessed to you that you're the only one now not her, and this seems like.... &lt;br /&gt;If TOMORROW WAS YESTERDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lynever (4th Sep 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136534660312236128-1509227751451802897?l=lynever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/feeds/1509227751451802897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136534660312236128&amp;postID=1509227751451802897' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/1509227751451802897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/1509227751451802897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/2011/09/if-tomorrow-was-yesterday.html' title='If Tomorrow was Yesterday!!'/><author><name>lynever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404991482175632274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/S0Kw8hcmfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mL9rCh4nSC0/S220/DSC_00048-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136534660312236128.post-3508677385085281230</id><published>2011-09-01T14:32:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T14:44:45.017+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fact</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Part1,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Please give me one last chance, I promise everything, I promise to change I promise you're my life, please don't leave....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I don't know what could I believe you again or not, are u sure u will change?&lt;br /&gt;(exactly I always love you, chance is always yours)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I promise I swear You're my life my everything, I always Love You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :) ......... giggling :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Part2,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friend-A to GF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What? you gonna give him another chance? WTH is wrong with you? Ain't the way I hear u weep again dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GF to Friend-A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I just don't know should I, or shouldn't, but I really can't see his pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friend-A to GF:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; NO, please don't, You err... {conversation interrupted}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friend-B to Friend-A:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hey Stop, STFU, it's non of business buddy, u know what? you can't stop a heart which is not belong to their owner, And if sth went wrong, U might be treat as a trouble maker to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GF to Friend-B:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hey we are friends why you said that to him(Friend-A) &amp; also me XD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Friend-B:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I'm just stating the fact :D, since your heart has belonged to him(BF) long ago, so No Deny, Chance is always his!!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lynever (1st Sep 2011)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136534660312236128-3508677385085281230?l=lynever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/feeds/3508677385085281230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136534660312236128&amp;postID=3508677385085281230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/3508677385085281230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/3508677385085281230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/2011/09/part1bf-please-give-me-one-last-chance.html' title='The Fact'/><author><name>lynever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404991482175632274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/S0Kw8hcmfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mL9rCh4nSC0/S220/DSC_00048-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136534660312236128.post-6610770354378466605</id><published>2011-08-22T21:56:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T21:58:38.455+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken' Heart.........</title><content type='html'>EX-BF: why u being with him? (Dear, u already stop loving me?)&lt;br /&gt;EX-GF: let me loving other is that what u wish when u dumped me? Forget? (Come on, say again that u still love me please)&lt;br /&gt;EX-BF: i’m so sorry I just afraid he might hurt u, but :) m wishing u from ma heart (I really can’t forget you babe)&lt;br /&gt;EX-GF: thank u for ur concern!! (I think no one could ever hurt me as u, but there i miss you a lot)&lt;br /&gt;EX-BF: (just thank? can u give me one last chance?) you’re welcome, take care dear!!&lt;br /&gt;EX-GF: (sigh he really stop loving me) ok!! u too take care!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Words in the bracket ( ) are just heart’s speech, unspoken!! &lt;br /&gt;*To me, This is what often happens in reality*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lynever (22nd Aug 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136534660312236128-6610770354378466605?l=lynever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/feeds/6610770354378466605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136534660312236128&amp;postID=6610770354378466605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/6610770354378466605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/6610770354378466605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/2011/08/unspoken-heart.html' title='Unspoken&apos; Heart.........'/><author><name>lynever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404991482175632274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/S0Kw8hcmfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mL9rCh4nSC0/S220/DSC_00048-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136534660312236128.post-3943084490396354024</id><published>2011-08-12T21:27:00.003+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T21:39:44.315+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart's Speech............</title><content type='html'>EX-BF: Hi how are you? can we meet?&lt;br /&gt;EX-GF: (WTH you wanna hurt me more? please i haven’t recover yet, Hell No) hmm it’s ok, when?&lt;br /&gt;EX-BF: This evening at ..... , is that ok?&lt;br /&gt;EX-GF: (No, i can’t out that time cus....) hmm ok see u there!!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------​------------------------------​-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;EX-GF’ BFF: What’s wrong with you? why u gotta meet him again? don’t you pity your eyes enough? your eyes are exhausted u should notice it!!&lt;br /&gt;EX-GF: (I really miss him a lot, just wanna see his face) No lah Just meet, it’s ok i just wanna know what he gonna do with me!!&lt;br /&gt;EX-GF’ BFF: Trust me u can never recover by that. Guys won’t let you go easily though they already dumped you. That’s mostly the worst part of men, because I am also a man (A Man who also love you) !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Words in the bracket ( ) are just heart’s speech, hadn't been spoken!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lynever (11th Aug 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136534660312236128-3943084490396354024?l=lynever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/feeds/3943084490396354024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136534660312236128&amp;postID=3943084490396354024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/3943084490396354024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/3943084490396354024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/2011/08/hearts-speech.html' title='Heart&apos;s Speech............'/><author><name>lynever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404991482175632274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/S0Kw8hcmfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mL9rCh4nSC0/S220/DSC_00048-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136534660312236128.post-9100372329723392641</id><published>2011-08-11T05:59:00.004+07:00</published><updated>2011-08-11T06:10:08.162+07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BF:&lt;/span&gt; Sorry that i hurt you, sorry for everything, sorry that i have to leave.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GF:&lt;/span&gt; It's not your fault It's just all my mistakes, I am just in love with the wrong guy, I admit it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GF' BFF:&lt;/span&gt; It's not all your mistakes neither! You were not in love with the wrong guy but just the guy you have been in love with, He's already transformed &amp; not exists in this world anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lynever (9th Aug 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136534660312236128-9100372329723392641?l=lynever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/feeds/9100372329723392641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136534660312236128&amp;postID=9100372329723392641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/9100372329723392641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/9100372329723392641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/2011/08/bf-sorry-that-i-hurt-you-sorry-for.html' title='The Truth........'/><author><name>lynever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404991482175632274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/S0Kw8hcmfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mL9rCh4nSC0/S220/DSC_00048-1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136534660312236128.post-955980608374229110</id><published>2011-07-23T14:36:00.001+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T14:44:39.238+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face The Fate.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXnSVTo3rFM/Tip67PTTjoI/AAAAAAAAADY/zwpGakvAM1g/s1600/DSCN1478a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 144px;"http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXnSVTo3rFM/Tip67PTTjoI/AAAAAAAAADY/zwpGakvAM1g/s200/DSCN1478a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632449442118602370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/lovepasswords"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we feel pained, We just have to think that the one we love doesn't deserve to Loved by us.........&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136534660312236128-955980608374229110?l=lynever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/feeds/955980608374229110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136534660312236128&amp;postID=955980608374229110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/955980608374229110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/955980608374229110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/2011/07/face-fate.html' title='Face The Fate.......'/><author><name>lynever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404991482175632274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/S0Kw8hcmfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mL9rCh4nSC0/S220/DSC_00048-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WXnSVTo3rFM/Tip67PTTjoI/AAAAAAAAADY/zwpGakvAM1g/s72-c/DSCN1478a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136534660312236128.post-4966442596434840167</id><published>2011-07-21T18:52:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T19:23:48.519+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate of March / Fate of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqKaImrdsVM/TigZGWEV5XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pRcFR7Qa_8w/s1600/DSC03202a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqKaImrdsVM/TigZGWEV5XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pRcFR7Qa_8w/s200/DSC03202a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631778930820506994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came up with no ideas what should I start to write the sequel to my previous blog since what I have predicted becoming true in just a short while after I wrote it. It sounds dramatic, isn’t it? Or maybe it’s pathetic instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had been told not less than hundred times because it’d repeated daily since before everything hasn’t been too late.... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;*Don’t turning back to the flame, Please*&lt;/span&gt; However all my words &amp; sacrifices are worthless, everything is completely just like a song lyric &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“Lonely Again by Ne Yo”&lt;/span&gt;. The more time we spent the more she would forget her past but nope, this is just a surface, a fake surface but not a real heart. Turning around her past is back with him &amp; she’d not dared to say &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;“I’m leaving”&lt;/span&gt; but there still gotta be an awful end up with her words sorry &amp; sorry which I already expect since it first started. Everything’s gone, so fast, perfectly fast, It sounds not surprised to me because I know this would happened whereas it’s just like... what I should tell? Seems like I just closed my eyes for a deep breath &amp; I opened it back I found myself in an ocean which surrounded by my own tears. Is this sound funny when you see a strong guy who came to shed tears because of love? Maybe it’s funny yet to me it’s not because everyone has a heart &amp; heart has tears!!  I’d asked myself how did I get here? How could it be like this? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;WTH’s going on, 15 hours next I were going to lose my everything?&lt;/span&gt; Smile again I looked at the mirror &amp; I kept telling myself smile again please smile. I had to masquerade the pain, I had to give her the last smile before she’s gone. Though I was suffocated, nonetheless I had to prove her that I’ll be alright, don’t worry about me. Just smile &amp; keep going on your way of happiness and here I will always keep wishing &amp; watching you from the distance. A couple weeks later her past love which suddenly becoming her current love had turn her world upside down all over again, drowning in tears!! It sounds unpredictable for her but it’s ma right prediction still that I told her your way was just like jumping back to the fire again dear, please don’t!! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nevertheless that time I couldn’t stop her from leaving appears like I can’t stop my eyes from weeping!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, last question to me myself and also everyone........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What is more to life without love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Absolutely yeah there are!! Numerous things to face, many duties to respond, so let’s forget about Love or place it in sometime later................ lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lynever (21st July 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136534660312236128-4966442596434840167?l=lynever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/feeds/4966442596434840167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136534660312236128&amp;postID=4966442596434840167' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/4966442596434840167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/4966442596434840167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-came-up-with-no-ideas-what-should-i.html' title='Fate of March / Fate of Me'/><author><name>lynever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404991482175632274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/S0Kw8hcmfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mL9rCh4nSC0/S220/DSC_00048-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bqKaImrdsVM/TigZGWEV5XI/AAAAAAAAADQ/pRcFR7Qa_8w/s72-c/DSC03202a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136534660312236128.post-5316234476303977027</id><published>2011-07-21T15:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:11:37.427+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever... I Don't Care (Old Post, Past Life)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-csXuL0USlG0/TiftI8UARsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7zQATT38r20/s1600/DSC03145a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-csXuL0USlG0/TiftI8UARsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7zQATT38r20/s200/DSC03145a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631730596934862530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bong min ach deng tha neng mean avei kert lerng nov tngai sa-aek na mouy nov pel dael bong ach neng batt borng oun.... Bong kit tha krob yang dael bong ach deng avei avei dael bong ach tver ban, bong som trem jea mnus mneak dael smos neng snaeha mouy nis prous songkhirm tha vea jea snaeha jong krouy bong-os nov knong jivet mnus pros mneak nis, hery kor min dael kit tha neng trov plas pdoh ber tous jea pel mouy bong ach neng trov klay jea mnus mneak dael min trov ban jrers rers. Bong mean arom tha klach nov pel dael bong bet phnek terp bong min jong bet phnek prous nov pel dael bong berk phnek lerng bong neng klay jea mnus ah-dit, bong neng tor toul min ban... soniya neng bong ban te tha vea min ach kert lerng? noos bong neng batt pheap phey klach... Pit man bong klach klay tov jea mnus ah-dit tae ber jea pros mneak dael ach trem nov kbae oun kom-dor ka chhir jab dael oun tloib mean pi mun douy sa ke tous bong neng klay jea mnus ti 3, ti 4 kor ban bong neng min kvol taing os, som trem tae avei dael oun jrers rers ker jea sopheak-mongkol hery ber vea khos, bong neng jea mnus mneak kom-dor oun chhir jab mdong teat neng jea reang ro-hot kor ban. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;*Oun taeng prap bong tha kom kvol kom kit pi ah dit prous oun ban plech ke hery*&lt;/span&gt; Replying to those words pro-hael jea bong min ban kit rer kor min dael kit kor neng min kvol tha vea jea ka smak jet chhir jab rer kor jea pheap chhlart somrap kloun eng dael ach tver jea mnus lngong mneak dael deng avei avei tiang os tae tver jea min deng, tae tous jea bong trov klay jea avei kor douy, jea mnus tirk phnek jea mnus lngong smos snaeh jea mnus chhir jab mneak dael smos neng oun rong jam oun neng forgive oun anytime, anything, everything &amp; everytime... Someday ber ach hery mean our-kas bong neng yoh pel ve lea dael nov sol taing os knong jivet pros mneak nis mok bonh-jeak ouy oun deng tha avei avei taing os ker jea ka smak jet hery bong ryk reay neng leas borng somrap jeat nis prous bong songkhirm tha oun neng ach bomplec ke bomplec ka chhir jab tiang os after our upcoming wedding day! jea mnus mneak dael tlob mean besdoung ktech ktom bong deng neng yol nov avei avei taing os. Nov pel mouy ber tous jea jong krouy bong min ach klay jea mnus tae mneak dael oun srolanh neng jrers rers, bong kor nov tae penh jet neng tor toul penh jet neng rong jam mer oun mean sopheak-mongkol jea mouy mnus na mneak dael dach-khart trov tae srolanh oun jrern jeang bong, dach-khart trov tae smos neng oun jeang bong, neng kmean peak tha chhir jab prous snaeha nov knong jivet oun teat lery.. hery kor rit tae songkhirm tha oun neng min vel trolop tov roh plerng chhir jab ney ah dit noos mdong teat! Somrap mnus pros mneak nis nov knong jeat nis Tngai nis tngai sa-aek bong ach klay jea avei kor ban nov knong jet oun, min man prous bong min juer peak soniya robos oun te tae kroin tae krob yang bong ach deng mun tha neng mean avei kert lerng nov tngai khang muk.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mean haet phol jrern dael trov ouy bong dok jet tae bong Somtos, bong pit jea somtos prous bong mean haet phol tae mouy te dael bong min ach plas pdoh jet ban... prous vea jea ka Srolanh dael min man jenh pi pheap jong ban tae jea ka SROLANH dael mean tae Forgiveness &amp; Satisfaction........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lynever (7th March 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136534660312236128-5316234476303977027?l=lynever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/feeds/5316234476303977027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136534660312236128&amp;postID=5316234476303977027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/5316234476303977027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/5316234476303977027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/2011/07/bong-min-ach-deng-tha-neng-mean-avei.html' title='Whatever... I Don&apos;t Care (Old Post, Past Life)'/><author><name>lynever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404991482175632274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/S0Kw8hcmfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mL9rCh4nSC0/S220/DSC_00048-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-csXuL0USlG0/TiftI8UARsI/AAAAAAAAAC4/7zQATT38r20/s72-c/DSC03145a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136534660312236128.post-6084833133815622010</id><published>2011-02-19T15:05:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:47:05.209+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing for the pain.... Tream Jet Somrap Chhir</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZcUerc0pL8/TV994cWpFNI/AAAAAAAAACk/OTRBEphy9Zw/s1600/DSC03181a-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 79px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZcUerc0pL8/TV994cWpFNI/AAAAAAAAACk/OTRBEphy9Zw/s200/DSC03181a-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575313272345269458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never forget what i often say, this's my last decision to move on!! Yeah i would never denied what it has meant to be since i first telling you till now. That decision would never ever change....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Occasionally I tell myself, don't worry everything should always be fine, always be mine.... Somehow I really stuck really feel suck, when it turns like my world is just sticks on the way to be alone all over again. I definitely have nothing in head when it starts brainstorm new ideas for stopping the time not to move, stopping my world not to move, it finds no way to do so. Now my mental may indirectly cracking down cause of nonsense feeling, no reason it just keep thinking, scaring itself that it would gone insane again when the time arrive. I know it would come any time since I can't force &amp; I may not force. It's reality that i'm just on the way to discover another huge pain for my life if there wasn't any change. I really have no hope for it maybe 1%, i can't ignore the truth i can't refuse the fact of my fate. Sometimes It's just too dramatic for me when my eyes come to weep like a gal or a babe kid while i listen to some music (Kom Joul Mneak Nis Ban Te - Nico), Some lyric of that song keep playing non-stop in ma ears "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pi Phob Louk Kom Pong Ro Ngea, Krob Pel Nirk Khernh Tha Pouk Yerng Neng Baek Knea, Ah-nit Phong, Bong Snaeh Pom-ngea Lers Avei Avei&lt;/span&gt;". However If it happened to be like that I would be happy still &amp; also smile for you because at least I could see you'd fully recover &amp; could see your sweet smile though i might guess knew that i would be broken into pieces.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Remember I'm always here to cheer you up, with a large place to wash your tears by using mine!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lynever (15th Feb 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136534660312236128-6084833133815622010?l=lynever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/feeds/6084833133815622010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136534660312236128&amp;postID=6084833133815622010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/6084833133815622010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/6084833133815622010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/2011/02/preparing-for-pain-tream-jet-somrap.html' title='Preparing for the pain.... Tream Jet Somrap Chhir'/><author><name>lynever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404991482175632274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/S0Kw8hcmfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mL9rCh4nSC0/S220/DSC_00048-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZcUerc0pL8/TV994cWpFNI/AAAAAAAAACk/OTRBEphy9Zw/s72-c/DSC03181a-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136534660312236128.post-7258608134505592363</id><published>2011-02-19T14:59:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:55:56.941+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Decision For You &amp; Me.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHCtPKkssFg/TV95jsJNpiI/AAAAAAAAACc/E2UZVCPh9jM/s1600/DSC03167a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 144px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHCtPKkssFg/TV95jsJNpiI/AAAAAAAAACc/E2UZVCPh9jM/s200/DSC03167a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575308517760149026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may not happen the same, while he thinks he could hurt someone any time he would like to!! He had promised that he would never hurt her but then he has betrayed his promise and he even betrays what he had told the one who he used to took his everything as a bet just to get her. It's just after a while when he reached his goal he got the control, he turns everything to be unexpected, from heaven to hell. Me I was maybe just an outsider when he still had the control, but this time it might be changed now. I used to be so foolish &amp; f*cking stupid that I had accepted everything in tears accepting to let her go accepting to pull her to you by my both hands. I ruined her life. I had predicted &amp; was expecting that you were the right one, you are an human, I was never ever thought that "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;You were just a Beast who has transformed to Human appearance&lt;/span&gt;". I would received thousand times the word Hate, thousand times Regret or saying Millions time I'm sorry but everything was gone. I'm really stuck in the middle of your ocean tears which u used to spent it for me &amp; for your current ruined life now.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, I was thinking that there's only me who's living in the most complicated &amp; messy life but nope because you are here with me now... first I gave you a Sea of Tear, then I pushed you to another Ocean of Tears. Why your life could became like this?? Why you came to me again by no regret or hate, so what should I do to give you a new life now? There is a very certain decision just made now which I'd just discussed with many people include my whole family &amp; there I think your family would accept it too... &lt;br /&gt;I absolutely don't know what should i say to you now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Just here we may left two months time to decide, Would you marry me??"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lynever (12th Feb 2011)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136534660312236128-7258608134505592363?l=lynever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/feeds/7258608134505592363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136534660312236128&amp;postID=7258608134505592363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/7258608134505592363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/7258608134505592363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/2011/02/last-decision-for-you-me.html' title='Last Decision For You &amp; Me.......'/><author><name>lynever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404991482175632274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/S0Kw8hcmfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mL9rCh4nSC0/S220/DSC_00048-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nHCtPKkssFg/TV95jsJNpiI/AAAAAAAAACc/E2UZVCPh9jM/s72-c/DSC03167a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136534660312236128.post-6104596966181953173</id><published>2011-01-01T16:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:38:36.625+07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year or Maybe New Tear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/TR74hzie1iI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8Rph24ER_bw/s1600/Couple.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/TR74hzie1iI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8Rph24ER_bw/s200/Couple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557152249875977762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is absolutely grieve when we already knew there would be no way to recover the past since it gone to a tear mountain. Perhaps this year my wish would be nothing more than just to recall our past to make a smile together and say happy new year, stupid me i have had no chance, no more and will never!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I remember everything that i had heard in the past, everything single sentences you told me:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;"please don't leave me or if u did it please don't tell me, promise me that u will never ever leave me alone"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;These still remaining in my ears and my brain now find no way to erases it since those sentences already disappeared whereas i'm still holding on what you'd wanted me to promise but you'd already burned mine in the air with time.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Seems like it's an horrible pressure to pass along the year without you. In someway I talked to myself I could be a perfect pretender because i usually could smile and say i'm alright friends don't worry!! Yet i fail to be a foolish joker so often, you know why? it comes to be so funny while I'm laughing with friends in same time of my tears rolling down non-stop when the wind blow the memories back to my head....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Your last promise that you want me to do is just "Please Take Care Of Myself &amp; Forget You" I'm sorry this is the last day of the year and it's a very honest reply to you. To your promises, dear I Can't Do your last promise because i'm still holding on the first Promise...........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lynever (31 Dec 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136534660312236128-6104596966181953173?l=lynever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/feeds/6104596966181953173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136534660312236128&amp;postID=6104596966181953173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/6104596966181953173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/6104596966181953173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/2011/01/new-year-or-maybe-new-tear.html' title='New Year or Maybe New Tear...'/><author><name>lynever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404991482175632274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/S0Kw8hcmfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mL9rCh4nSC0/S220/DSC_00048-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/TR74hzie1iI/AAAAAAAAACQ/8Rph24ER_bw/s72-c/Couple.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136534660312236128.post-3959554444759048304</id><published>2010-11-29T15:16:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:25:56.449+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Of A Player (Foolish) ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6UlJIakWp0/TV9_PzquZnI/AAAAAAAAACs/iArycL7ksuw/s1600/15853_239700750538_595955538_4709458_6260402_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6UlJIakWp0/TV9_PzquZnI/AAAAAAAAACs/iArycL7ksuw/s200/15853_239700750538_595955538_4709458_6260402_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575314773252138610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One early morning there was a guy walking through to the airport &amp; saying good-bye everything here. He had prepared to receive a new life in another country after wounded by many storms of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, His thought was destroyed. Everything turned out in contrast. His life is almost completely mess, he been surfing around with love for almost 7 years, been passed through many fact &amp; fake loves. He was absolutely a play-boy. Most people may think that it’s what he enjoys &amp; he is f*cking heartless &amp; fickle. Hell yeah he’s never denied, he often tells everyone that in fact he is. But wait hold on, He has been trying so hard just to finds a chance to leave the name of heartless player. However, no one ever gave him even a chance to do so. While he was completely changed and already dropped this kind of foolish game, people always push him back by their words and actions. They always take his past as the main character of him. Lastly, Encouragement is no longer exists in his life when he lost the last love which he has never ever even thinking of. He put his everything, hopes, wishes, love &amp; life for it. He had sacrificed almost all even his life &amp; been struggling to many obstacles which has no one ever understood &amp; faced it. Despite, he left nothing after the whole part of his Life &amp; Hope was gone with that love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his mind there are no complains available for him because it’s what he done to other in the past, resulting he gotta get it back. Seriously even so, for that last love though he couldn't be able to turn everything to be his again... but still he has no complication to say “It was My All &amp; It is My All, Even Tear Is Also a Large Happiness of Mine While I was with Her”.... He has no regret. No matter what happens. He would always love to say the words “I Love You” again &amp; again if the past came alive.             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lynever (29 Nov 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136534660312236128-3959554444759048304?l=lynever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/feeds/3959554444759048304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136534660312236128&amp;postID=3959554444759048304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/3959554444759048304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/3959554444759048304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/2010/11/life-of-player.html' title='Life Of A Player (Foolish) ....'/><author><name>lynever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404991482175632274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/S0Kw8hcmfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mL9rCh4nSC0/S220/DSC_00048-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t6UlJIakWp0/TV9_PzquZnI/AAAAAAAAACs/iArycL7ksuw/s72-c/15853_239700750538_595955538_4709458_6260402_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136534660312236128.post-7519100376955626039</id><published>2010-11-28T02:56:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T16:33:18.737+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocent Vs Fate ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcBGUe50g-o/TifyTx1FTmI/AAAAAAAAADA/7shKb-4OqK8/s1600/27975_432678945538_595955538_5954957_4956725_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcBGUe50g-o/TifyTx1FTmI/AAAAAAAAADA/7shKb-4OqK8/s200/27975_432678945538_595955538_5954957_4956725_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631736280657514082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People always want to put themselves in a right place, doing right thing &amp; go on right way. Sometimes though we knew what we were going to do or to get but still no one know that we just been forced to do it somehow, that feeling is just completely horrible. But to elderly people they may just think we were wanted to do or we satisfy for it. She's been thinking &amp; wanted to put herself out of troubles, out of human world sometimes but it's seem too hard to avoid from the fact that she has to face it. To many people around her they never care or maybe never know what things she got in hand &amp; many stresses she got in head, they would just push her to accept what she never even feel it before, she's innocent. However she has to be guilty cause of FATE..... she has to be guilty cause of Forcing &amp; Pushing .....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lynever (21 May 2010)﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136534660312236128-7519100376955626039?l=lynever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/feeds/7519100376955626039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136534660312236128&amp;postID=7519100376955626039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/7519100376955626039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/7519100376955626039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/2010/11/innocent-vs-fate.html' title='Innocent Vs Fate ...'/><author><name>lynever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404991482175632274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/S0Kw8hcmfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mL9rCh4nSC0/S220/DSC_00048-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vcBGUe50g-o/TifyTx1FTmI/AAAAAAAAADA/7shKb-4OqK8/s72-c/27975_432678945538_595955538_5954957_4956725_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6136534660312236128.post-9028935906551678409</id><published>2010-11-28T02:42:00.000+07:00</published><updated>2011-07-22T02:18:29.528+07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid Vs Adult ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdL4cw80JB8/TifyrtdhapI/AAAAAAAAADI/tET5diDP800/s1600/29775_430086255538_595955538_5897244_3568366_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdL4cw80JB8/TifyrtdhapI/AAAAAAAAADI/tET5diDP800/s200/29775_430086255538_595955538_5897244_3568366_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631736691801811602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we were young, we'd prayed &amp; wished to be full grown rapidly in order just to do, manage &amp; share things like adult people do. After we've done this wish, time &amp; thing have changed. Many stories happen all over again &amp; again which had affects our brain to be ache. Meanwhile, I always remember what people always think of that Good things happen after hard time &amp; this happens to remind me of a sentence "Krouy Pleang Mek Srolas". However, This is not often true because I have passed through many storms but still i haven't even found a piece of family happiness yet. It's completely true when we talk about a sentence "who did it who deserve it". I have done a lot of sorry stories to people around me &amp; close to me. It's given a huge regret to me myself which make me never forget what i used to be or to do and that's how i couldn't complain or refuse what's happening to my current life. If i had known what i have left in this present, I probably would have wished to leave life as a young kid forever....... ﻿&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;lynever (14 May 2010)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6136534660312236128-9028935906551678409?l=lynever.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/feeds/9028935906551678409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6136534660312236128&amp;postID=9028935906551678409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/9028935906551678409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6136534660312236128/posts/default/9028935906551678409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynever.blogspot.com/2010/11/kid-vs-adult_27.html' title='Kid Vs Adult ...'/><author><name>lynever</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08404991482175632274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ss6pDDePx3M/S0Kw8hcmfuI/AAAAAAAAAAs/mL9rCh4nSC0/S220/DSC_00048-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TdL4cw80JB8/TifyrtdhapI/AAAAAAAAADI/tET5diDP800/s72-c/29775_430086255538_595955538_5897244_3568366_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
