<?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-8883730759222029209</id><updated>2011-09-30T15:05:30.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Creative World</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>S.Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03949150377619260844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XSRU2bh13o/SqdXc2DJAWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/58bemKLyhwk/S220/DSC05415.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883730759222029209.post-2466617125836876558</id><published>2011-01-01T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:27:54.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You always broke up your promise!!</title><content type='html'>From the first day that I know you, I do remember very single word you said to me; especially, all your promises to me! I really have nothing to say at all, since you are not mine anymore and you don't love me anymore. Your heart just for only your man! I am just a loser that you abandoned and you would never consider anything and you would never remember what you had promised me!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, you never put me in your heart! and maybe you did not even remember your sadness day when you were broken up with your boyfriend. And you never know that how hard I had tried to comfort you, to make you smile and to make you feel warm. Finally, you just put me down and broke up my heart and left me cruelly. You just left me the feeling that your ex-boy friend gave to you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I can tell you that I am 1 million times hurter than yours.....You dropped out one tear but I dropped out 1,000 tears. I am so disappointed to love and to give all my heart and care to a liar. I do hate a liar but finally I met a big liar.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dont angry you because it is your right to break up with me, to abandon me and to lie to me; but I do hate myself since I can't stop this feeling sometimes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883730759222029209-2466617125836876558?l=lengsoklong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/feeds/2466617125836876558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-always-broke-up-your-promise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/2466617125836876558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/2466617125836876558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2011/01/you-always-broke-up-your-promise.html' title='You always broke up your promise!!'/><author><name>S.Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03949150377619260844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XSRU2bh13o/SqdXc2DJAWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/58bemKLyhwk/S220/DSC05415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883730759222029209.post-8480312352260746151</id><published>2010-12-11T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T09:56:48.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the moon tonight?</title><content type='html'>It is 3 am Saturday night. It is really a quiet night ever. I am sitting trying looking for the moon and the stars in the sky. But, I really cant find any one of them tonight. The wind blows strongly; the crickets are singing; the dogs are barking and people in the world are sleeping. But why I cant sleep at all. I cant concentrate on my stupid assignments and I dont really know what I am thinking of now. But, I just sense that my heart is crying for something. He told me that he felt like a fish out of water. I asked him what you really mean? He replied he did not know but just felt like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I asked him. Do you miss your previous owner? He replied that " not really". I asked another question that Are you falling in love with someone? He told me that " not really". Then I asked another question that Do you wanna have another owner? Again, he reacted that " not really". Then I realized that even though our brain is super educated or whatever, our brain never understands our heart language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I feel this way, I always go up to my roof and stair at the moon or stars then make a conversation with them. They always keep quiet and listen to every single word of mine. Their smiling seems to give me hopes and motivation. Even though, they say nothing, I feel that they always say the phrase "Go on, go on. Forget the past, do ur best in the present and dont worry about the future". Thanks for always supporting me, giving me hope, being there when I need and never giving me up. Thanks indeed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883730759222029209-8480312352260746151?l=lengsoklong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/feeds/8480312352260746151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2010/12/where-is-moon-tonight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/8480312352260746151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/8480312352260746151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2010/12/where-is-moon-tonight.html' title='Where is the moon tonight?'/><author><name>S.Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03949150377619260844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XSRU2bh13o/SqdXc2DJAWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/58bemKLyhwk/S220/DSC05415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883730759222029209.post-4234536215497357726</id><published>2010-12-10T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T22:43:54.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A person who truely love you will never let you go, no matter how hard the situation is!</title><content type='html'>"A person who truely loves you will never let you go, no matter how hard the situation is" is a phrase that always remains in my brain. Before the 10th April 2010, I was a person who strongly believed in love. I always felt proud to have a girlfriend. I always introduced my girlfriend to everyone I know and told them her positive ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being with her, I swore that never would I give up her alone. I would abandon everything including my work, my study and even my family. I told myself that I would never let my girl drop any tear because of me. I would make her to feel that she would be the luckiest girl in the world. I would let she know that choosing me as her husband was the right choice for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that nothing in this world I could not do or solve. Yet, when she called to me saying goodbye, I could not do anything but shedding my tear and heart instead. I really never dropped any tear since I was mature. But that time, my tear was unstoppable. My heart did not listen to me anymore. My brain seemed to stop working. My legs could not move. My hands tried to stop my tear dropped. My tear almost became an ocean. It was unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am a stupid person in terms of characteristic, to love and to my girlfriend I am just a soft and weak person. Everyone who knows me would physically view that I am just an aggressive person; yes, in working and studying I am. I almost find no weakness in working and studying; I mean I always success. But people have to remember that no one is perfect. So, LOVE is in what I am worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am an extreme person. If I love something or someone, I would never keep any percentage for another person or thing or even for myself. Because I think that only being an extreme person, I can taste the real meaning of those stuff, so does love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also ask the question that " why a person cant give up everything just for a person we love?" Why do lovers leave his/her beloved by saying that they still love the left persons? Just for a while, I came out with the above phrase that " A person who truely loves us will never let us go, no matter how hard the situation is". If she/he goes or leaves us, no matter the reason, she/he just doesn't love you enough. She/he doesn't mean or deserve your true love for them. No need to feel guilty since we are not the one break up promise and abandon our belovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love is unlimited sacrifice. If someone thinks that he/she sacrifies enough for their love, they never know what exactly the meaning of true love. So, dont regret their leaving. Let it be!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883730759222029209-4234536215497357726?l=lengsoklong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/feeds/4234536215497357726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2010/12/person-who-truely-love-you-will-never.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/4234536215497357726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/4234536215497357726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2010/12/person-who-truely-love-you-will-never.html' title='A person who truely love you will never let you go, no matter how hard the situation is!'/><author><name>S.Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03949150377619260844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XSRU2bh13o/SqdXc2DJAWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/58bemKLyhwk/S220/DSC05415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883730759222029209.post-3081882745816628158</id><published>2010-11-06T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T22:46:06.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why still missing her???</title><content type='html'>If someone would often read my facebook posts and this blog, they would feel terrible about how I am so crazy with LOVE. But I dont care at all. If truely loving someone is wrong, I dont want to be right at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the 6th November and it is the day that i feel so depressed because of missing a girl. I really wanna know how is she? she lives happily; she is not sick; does she has enough sleep and eat. Esp. I wanna know wheather is she still thinking and missing me like I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is funny for me. There are many girls that I can give my love to or they can comfort me....but why my heart seems to be so stupid. It seems that my heart still not yet gets used to living without missing her and worrying of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, she has her husband already. Do you think that you are the super man for her? Only you can make her smile and feel warm. Forget your stupid idea and clear out your stupid feeling. This term you have 8 courses and also write thesis; or you wanna fail your master here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is almost 8 months, so she already forget you hery na! You remembered she told you that she stopped loving you? She Loves that man, that is why she married that man. If she truely loves you, she would not abadon you in the very sad situation and in the time that you really need a person to talk to and comform te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember that "&lt;strong&gt;No True Love in this World&lt;/strong&gt;". True love exists only in Novels or movies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883730759222029209-3081882745816628158?l=lengsoklong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/feeds/3081882745816628158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-still-missing-her.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/3081882745816628158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/3081882745816628158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2010/11/why-still-missing-her.html' title='Why still missing her???'/><author><name>S.Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03949150377619260844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XSRU2bh13o/SqdXc2DJAWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/58bemKLyhwk/S220/DSC05415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883730759222029209.post-6458103985249500389</id><published>2010-10-05T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T06:37:49.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Does breaking love affect me???</title><content type='html'>Broken heart is such a hard-to-cure wound. She broken up with me on the 10th April 2010 at 10:30 Japanese time. As caculating, it has been 5 months now. Have this breaking affected me?? Yes, it surely does. Since she left me, it seems to me that I am living alone in this big world. Since she left me, I do not know which way should I walk since all my life plans are just for her. Since she left me, I am so sensitive and high tempered. Since she left me, time seems to walk so slow. Since she left me, I really lost myself. Since she left me, my study becomes worse. Since she left me, I usually go crazy. Since she left me, I lost all my belief in love. Since she left me, I feel so tired with life. Since she left me........I just know that how much I really love her. Since she left me, I am still the same; still missing her; still worrying of her; still dreaming of her; still lying myself that she is waiting for my return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday (04 Aug 2010), I got my last term result--the term that I was so blue and super down. Within my 8 courses, I got 6 A, 1 B and 1 C. I really wanna cry, while seeing my grade. I cant get all A or A+. My GPA dropped from 4.2 to 3.9. I really feel ashamed to other foreinger friends who got nicer grade and higher GPA than me. I feel ashamed that I have made Camdodia down; I feel ashamed that I allow Love to ruin my study. Yet, I never feel ashamed or upset to have her as my girl even though she broke her million promises; even though she hurt me too much; even though I almost die because of her.....I still keep in mind that.........she has her own difficulties and reasons.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really can forgive her, but I am sure that never will I forget.....that....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883730759222029209-6458103985249500389?l=lengsoklong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/feeds/6458103985249500389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2010/10/does-breaking-love-affect-me.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/6458103985249500389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/6458103985249500389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2010/10/does-breaking-love-affect-me.html' title='Does breaking love affect me???'/><author><name>S.Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03949150377619260844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XSRU2bh13o/SqdXc2DJAWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/58bemKLyhwk/S220/DSC05415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883730759222029209.post-8945953704485317099</id><published>2010-09-19T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T02:46:46.095-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chet Mnus Srey pit chea dach nasssssss!</title><content type='html'>Today is Sunday 19th September 2010! It is the day that I strongly expect to see my ex girlfriend face. Even though she married to another man, but in my heart and brain alway think of her, worry of her and wanna see her live happily. I really wanna see her nas, so I ask her friend to arrange a meeting among friends so she would come and I could see her. But what I expect just like the same, she never cares of me. As she knows i would be in the meeting too, she asks her friend to bring her huband with her. I feel disappointed and really know her heart today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I had done for her for the past several years would never satify her at all. Maybe she never had true love with me at all. Or maybe she loves two men at the same time........................................................................................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883730759222029209-8945953704485317099?l=lengsoklong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/feeds/8945953704485317099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2010/09/chet-mnus-srey-pit-chea-dach-nasssssss.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/8945953704485317099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/8945953704485317099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2010/09/chet-mnus-srey-pit-chea-dach-nasssssss.html' title='Chet Mnus Srey pit chea dach nasssssss!'/><author><name>S.Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03949150377619260844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XSRU2bh13o/SqdXc2DJAWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/58bemKLyhwk/S220/DSC05415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883730759222029209.post-2950559234319682205</id><published>2009-10-18T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T04:46:08.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still the same!!</title><content type='html'>Three months passed, but it means three years to be here. The lonely feeling is still stick with me. Really try not to be so, however, I am still the slave of loneliness. Studying is being busy, but it can't help me get out of the world of being alone. I am lonely within the group of millions of poeple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain, my heart and my body appear to be seperated. Sometimes, I don't know where I am or what I am doing. I don't know when I am able to be not isolated or alone in this modern life Japan...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883730759222029209-2950559234319682205?l=lengsoklong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/feeds/2950559234319682205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-same.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/2950559234319682205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/2950559234319682205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2009/10/still-same.html' title='Still the same!!'/><author><name>S.Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03949150377619260844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XSRU2bh13o/SqdXc2DJAWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/58bemKLyhwk/S220/DSC05415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883730759222029209.post-236619976702002714</id><published>2009-09-20T00:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T01:11:41.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Silent  Love!</title><content type='html'>Long time ago, there were a man and a girl who fell in love with each other. From the very Beginning, the girl's family objected strongly on her dating this guy. Saying that it has got to do with family background,&amp; that the girl will have to suffer for the rest of her life if she were to be with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       Due to family's pressure, the couple quarrel very often. Though the girl love the guy deeply, but she always ask him: "How deep is your love for me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        As the guy is not good with his words, this often cause the girl to be very upset. With that &amp; the family's pressure, the girl often vent her anger on him. As for him, he only endure it in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      After a couple of years, the guy finally graduated &amp; decided to further his studies in overseas. Before leaving, he proposed to the girl: "I'm not very good with words. But all I know is that I love you. If you allow me, I will take care of you for the rest of my life. As for your family, I'll try my best to talk them round. Will you marry me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       The girl agreed, &amp; with the guy's determination, the family finally gave in &amp; agreed to let them get married. So before he leave, they got engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       The girl went out to the working society, whereas the guy was overseas, continuing his studies. They sent their love through emails &amp; phone calls. Though it's hard, but both never thought of giving up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       One day, while the girl was on her way to work, she was knocked down by a car that lost control. When she woke up, she saw her parents beside her bed. She realised that she was badly injured. Seeing her mum crying, she wanted to comfort her. But she realized that all that could come out of her mouth was just a sigh. She has lost her voice......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        The doctors says that the impact on her brain has caused her to lose her voice. Listening to her parents' comfort, but with nothing coming out from her, she broke down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        During the stay in hospital, besides silence cry,.....it's still just silence cry that companied her. Upon reaching home, everything seems to be the same. Except for the ringing tone of the phone. Which pierced into her heart everytime it rang. She does not wish to let the guy know. &amp; not wanting to be a burden to him, she wrote a letter to him saying that she does not wish to wait any longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         With that, she sent the ring back to him. In return, the guy sent millions &amp; millions of reply, and countless of phonecalls,.. all the girl could do, besides crying, is still crying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         The parents decided to move away, hoping that she could eventually forget everything &amp; be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        With a new environment, the girl learn sign language &amp; started a new life. Telling herself everyday that she must forget the guy. One day, her friend came &amp; told her that he's back. She asked her friend not to let him know what happened to her. Since then, there wasn't anymore news of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         A year has passed &amp; her friend came with an envelope, containing an invitation card for the guy's wedding. The girl was shattered. When she open the letter, she saw her name in it instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        When she was about to ask her friend what's going on, she saw the guy standing in front of her. He used sign language telling her "I've spent a year's time to learn sign language. Just to let you know that I've not forgotten our promise. Let me have the chance to be your voice. I Love You. With that, he slipped the ring back into her finger. The girl finally smiled.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;U see we don't know what our future holds...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's hard but later u realize whatever happens happens 4 the best..&lt;br /&gt;never b faint hearted or loose hope coz surely after every hardship there is ease infact a better life to come......&lt;br /&gt;Trust on God and leave ur life in his hands.....&lt;br /&gt;May God Fulfill all good &amp; lawful wishes....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883730759222029209-236619976702002714?l=lengsoklong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/feeds/236619976702002714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2009/09/silent-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/236619976702002714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/236619976702002714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2009/09/silent-love.html' title='A Silent  Love!'/><author><name>S.Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03949150377619260844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XSRU2bh13o/SqdXc2DJAWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/58bemKLyhwk/S220/DSC05415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883730759222029209.post-4402216073056522493</id><published>2009-08-21T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T01:37:27.009-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss Her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XSRU2bh13o/So5cbGyz43I/AAAAAAAAAGI/sQG8yxeNlsI/s1600-h/long.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XSRU2bh13o/So5cbGyz43I/AAAAAAAAAGI/sQG8yxeNlsI/s320/long.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372333026249532274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pic was taken before I leave for Tokyo. Maybe a week to fly, I, my darling and my frens went to Kompong Som and stayed for two days. It was unforgotten memories. I and my darling have been loving each other for two years but this was the first time that we have had a chance to visit a far-distance resort together. I really miss her and want to meet her everyday. Unfortunately, now I am far away. Only the pics of her that I can look at and hold. Muy Neati Ney Kar Rong Cham, Breab Doch Muy Chnam Ney Kar Ros Nov. What does a two-year-of waiting mean to those waiters????????????? Only time can explain!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So what I can do????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883730759222029209-4402216073056522493?l=lengsoklong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/feeds/4402216073056522493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-her.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/4402216073056522493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/4402216073056522493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-miss-her.html' title='I Miss Her!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>S.Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03949150377619260844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XSRU2bh13o/SqdXc2DJAWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/58bemKLyhwk/S220/DSC05415.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9XSRU2bh13o/So5cbGyz43I/AAAAAAAAAGI/sQG8yxeNlsI/s72-c/long.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883730759222029209.post-3988727139844004165</id><published>2009-08-09T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T20:50:24.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A child is better!</title><content type='html'>When I was a child, I would believe that in the nothing world consist of many angels. I always tried to look at the sky in the very hot sunshine and even in the black moon. I really expected that I would see the beautiful Tevadas. I tried looking for them days after days. Albeit, it was a stupid belief, it was meaningful to me. Living as a child was a so happy life of human! Nothing to think, nothing to worry, always staying beside parents and relatives and playing around with frens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now everying is completely different. Most of my life time is dealing with my work, and my stupid learning. Even though I always succeed with my working and studying, I still not satify with it at all. I would prefer sitting looking for my dreaming angel to involving in this busy world. I don't like this world, maybe!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883730759222029209-3988727139844004165?l=lengsoklong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/feeds/3988727139844004165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-was-child.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/3988727139844004165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/3988727139844004165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-i-was-child.html' title='A child is better!'/><author><name>S.Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03949150377619260844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XSRU2bh13o/SqdXc2DJAWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/58bemKLyhwk/S220/DSC05415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8883730759222029209.post-5513311921506792461</id><published>2009-07-22T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:59:42.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Time in Japan, Niigata!</title><content type='html'>Hi every body,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am over the moon to have my own blog. Actually, I do not want to create it, but when i come to Japan, I feel that I want to establish it so as to memorize and share with you all of how my life in Japan goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Via this blog, I hope to keep in touch with you and share happiness and difficulties together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I wish you all the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cordially,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soklong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8883730759222029209-5513311921506792461?l=lengsoklong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/feeds/5513311921506792461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-dude-this-is-picture-of-our-first.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/5513311921506792461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8883730759222029209/posts/default/5513311921506792461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lengsoklong.blogspot.com/2009/07/hi-dude-this-is-picture-of-our-first.html' title='My First Time in Japan, Niigata!'/><author><name>S.Long</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03949150377619260844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9XSRU2bh13o/SqdXc2DJAWI/AAAAAAAAAKI/58bemKLyhwk/S220/DSC05415.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
