<?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-36626499</id><updated>2012-02-10T02:09:42.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>science and fundamental particle</title><subtitle type='html'>bibes  want to be in yours heart</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bibes and his creation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422646193358804062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36626499.post-6905803087644785194</id><published>2008-02-05T01:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T01:18:57.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>माया र प्रेम सम्बन्धी</title><content type='html'>Hello loving, Friend,&lt;br /&gt;Chain of remembrances and sweet love.....&lt;br /&gt;How r u? 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TREAT EVERYONE WITH POLITENESS EVEN THOSE WHO ARE RUDE TO YOU, NOT BECAUSE THEY ARE NOT NICE BUT BECAUSE YOU ARE NICE....................... NEVER SEARCH YOUR HAPPINESS IN OTHERS WHICH WILL MAKE YOU FEEL ALONE, RATHER SEARCH IT IN YOURSELF YOU WILL FEEL HAPPY EVEN IF YOU ARE LEFT ALONE...................... THERE IS SOMETHING POSITIVE IN EVERY PERSON. EVEN A STOPPED WATCH IS RIGHT TWICE A DAY................................... HAPPINESS ALWAYS LOOKS SMALL WHEN WE HOLD IT IN OUR HANDS. BUT WHEN WE LEARN TO SHARE IT,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;WE REALIZE HOW BIG AND PRECIOUS IT IS !................. &lt;a href="http://group.topmasala.com/uploaded_images/12-778693.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wish you a Smiling Day&lt;a href="http://group.topmasala.com/uploaded_images/13-741445.gif" target="_blank"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Don't Ask " Who Are You?"&lt;br /&gt;Love Only Says " You Are Mine !"&lt;br /&gt;"People need love the most when they deserve it the least." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Don't Ask " Where Are You From?"&lt;br /&gt;Love Only Says " You Lives In My Heart !"&lt;br /&gt;"When you wake up in the morning, kiss your loved one on the forehead and wish them a good day." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Don't Ask " what Do You Do?"&lt;br /&gt;Love Only Says " You Make My Heart To Beat !"&lt;br /&gt;"Love from one side hurts, but love from two sides heals."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Don't Ask " Why Are You Faraway?"&lt;br /&gt;Love Only Says " You Are Always With Me !"&lt;br /&gt;"I would give up everything for one moment with you;For one moment is better than a life time of never knowing you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Don't Ask " Do You Love Me?"&lt;br /&gt;Love Only Says ...&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE U&lt;br /&gt;Soft speech cleanheart peaceful eyes focused mind and determined decision . with gods love always make u winner in life. god bless you....&lt;br /&gt;Feel good when somebody Miss u. Feel better when somebody Loves u. But feel best when somebody never forgets u........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                            &lt;br /&gt;                                                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                    .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36626499-6905803087644785194?l=bibes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/feeds/6905803087644785194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36626499&amp;postID=6905803087644785194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default/6905803087644785194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default/6905803087644785194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='माया र प्रेम सम्बन्धी'/><author><name>bibes and his creation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422646193358804062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36626499.post-5692481157771293157</id><published>2007-05-28T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:55:24.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>childhood and my dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgGAC9RhNpY/Rlu6NTdmw-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/xtBdj8NatvE/s1600-h/dfa3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069850543261139938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgGAC9RhNpY/Rlu6NTdmw-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/xtBdj8NatvE/s320/dfa3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgGAC9RhNpY/Rlu6NDdmw9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZSEsVOVVZE8/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069850538966172626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 296px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px" height="154" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rgGAC9RhNpY/Rlu6NDdmw9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ZSEsVOVVZE8/s320/12.jpg" width="116" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgGAC9RhNpY/Rlu6NTdmw_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/V5rVjF3C8aI/s1600-h/f85a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069850543261139954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgGAC9RhNpY/Rlu6NTdmw_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/V5rVjF3C8aI/s320/f85a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Childhood and my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Childhood is dreaming time of human beings. Every child can be happiest with their parents lap and can take all their choices. They can demand to their choice to their parents and many more. All child plans to be own type. Some of them want to be Pilot, Engineer, Doctors, Singer and many more….&lt;br /&gt;I was also of same kind but the difference is that I born in a weak family, so my dreams of wearing new clothes and enjoying couldn't not fulfill. They were stay as dreams. I am proud with God to give birth in weak family in that aspect that I can dream all that bcoz a child of higher family cannot dream like so , his dreaming level may higher than my and he never get sorrow in earlier life. He cannot see the unhappy situation and cannot struggle harder. I am thus proud bcoz I have seen sorrows and struggle from beginning so that I can understand the cost of tear and way of tearing bcoz I had tearing more than other.&lt;br /&gt;When I was child my dreams was quite different then my child friends bcoz they thought to make small house and to marriage and give birth. But I was quite different, I was thought about the plane and its discovery, radio and its construction. I have to mention that I was born in very remote village where lack of electricity and transportation was too. I hadn't seen electricity before I was of 11. I was dreaming to store the thundering light for night so that I can get light to read at night. I was thought to keep the Sun in night too.&lt;br /&gt;My school was quite far from my house, it takes 1½ hours, so most of children didn't want to go school. But I was inspired from my own dreams to go to school. In my every dream I had seen beings a pilot to fly the plane and roaming in sky. I had asked to my teacher, how to be a great person, he told me that you have to read more that why he is my most inspired person. To fulfill my dreams, I wakeup earlier in morning and had gone out to collect grass to feed cows and buffaloes. When I came back from outside, I was hurry to go towards school by taking hot-hot food. Sometimes, I was fainted in way of going school, there were river in the way of school, in rainy season it is difficult to reach school bcoz there weren't bridge to cross the river. So, sometimes I missed my school. I was sad on those days. I was hurried to win others in the ways to reach school faster.&lt;br /&gt;When I was of 11, I had gone city area with my father which is far from my house. I had seen many more in the way and automatically my wishes get increased and many-many questions were raised. I had seen big houses were moving, I was afraid with them, they were coming towards me. I was stopped there and turned back. My father stopped me to go back and told me that they are Buses and trucks, and then imagined what I had read in books. I thought that big (buses) are the parents and small are their child as like my father and me. I asked to my father he gave my some questions answers but many are not answered. I was very happy on that day to see all them. I was hurry to share all them with my friends what I had seen. I thought that I will be Hero, if I tell all what I had seen. I felt that all my friends will come nearer to listen my real story which they haven't listened before.&lt;br /&gt;When I was a child, I was plaited many dreams related to the answer of 'HOW', I thought "how to be a big (great) person so that I can leave my image in my motherland. I was more curious to see Electricity and its working principle. I didn't believe that iron can be hot by electricity which has taken from cold water. I was quite smaller and younger than other in my class, so I got more love from my teacher and friends. When I had seen television I was happier bcoz it is like my dream, all the things are coming like dream.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud with my family bcoz they joined me to school so that I can understand all this and can fulfill some of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;One day, I became a greatest scientist by discovering New planet and I kept its name 'BIBES', for such work I am being most popular and getting biggest prize from president of America and he invite me to stay in America. They provide me a plane to travel, I was really happy, then I came back to my village by piloting it myself, I was flying in sky, I had seen my photo was shown by every channel T.V. when I am going to reach my house , I fell all my friends are waiting to meet with me, my mother being happy and saying other about me. But unfortunately I got up; I was in same bed with my puppy 'tomy' which is teasing me being late to wake up. I was very sad, nothings were there with me. I hated to God bcoz why he show me such a dream which I never fulfill, I was more nervous.&lt;br /&gt;Time was running, I was crossed my some grade, I was good in mathematics, so math teacher loves me a lot. I trust and respect him. When I was growing, my dreams and wishes get increased but my condition is same, still I was in same village.&lt;br /&gt;I am proud with God in one reason that he gave me birth in a beautiful Village as a member of farmer, which is in mid mountain region covered by green forest. All villagers are very helpful and they know the meaning of respect. They are very different then those who are born in city. Those who born in city, I think they don’t know respect and love. To get pure love, I recommended that to go village where you get pure love and true respect.&lt;br /&gt;In my family I am youngest one among four so that I got more love. I am more inspired with my late grandfather, who was great person; all villagers respect him and came in our house to listen many proverbs and history from him. I memorize him by his broken leg's finger. He had only four fingers in each leg, two were broken down by heating stones, and he was working very hard to make us happy. He had dream to make me a good person, he was very happy when I was first in my class and when I topped school.&lt;br /&gt;By crossing many obstacles, I completed my school with good score in board exam, and then open me the way to join college. I am quite confussed there bcoz I had to leave the house for higher study. College is very far from my house it takes 13 hours by bus, but I became happy bcoz I get college of my choice, I choose science which was my dream…………………………………………&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bibes chaulagain,&lt;br /&gt;Esibu, 2 Terhathum&lt;br /&gt;Nepal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36626499-5692481157771293157?l=bibes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/feeds/5692481157771293157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36626499&amp;postID=5692481157771293157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default/5692481157771293157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default/5692481157771293157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/2007/05/childhood-and-my-dreams.html' title='childhood and my dreams'/><author><name>bibes and his creation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422646193358804062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rgGAC9RhNpY/Rlu6NTdmw-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/xtBdj8NatvE/s72-c/dfa3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36626499.post-2231126423145849234</id><published>2007-05-02T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T05:01:24.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Love is drop of dew,&lt;br /&gt;On the land of sorrow hardly it grew&lt;br /&gt;Many do not have but only of few,&lt;br /&gt;Some say it is false, but for me it is true"&lt;br /&gt;I fell like so when I felt in love, but in the vicinity of life it is not true. I thought that love is essential for all it is not other than to loss our valuable time, really those who feel in love they primarily loose their other friends who want to die for him/her, secondly they loose their family. If the process is continue, they lose their dream and consciousness simultaneously.&lt;br /&gt;Some times I feel so weak, somebody see my life and read it read&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36626499-2231126423145849234?l=bibes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/feeds/2231126423145849234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36626499&amp;postID=2231126423145849234' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default/2231126423145849234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default/2231126423145849234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/2007/05/about-love.html' title='about love'/><author><name>bibes and his creation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422646193358804062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36626499.post-5984614099827559597</id><published>2007-04-29T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-29T06:13:18.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new development inphysics</title><content type='html'>SearchLight Protein Arrays are plate-based antibody arrays that allow researchers to generate cytokine and biomarker profiles from small volumes of sample. The SearchLight technology is currently offered in three formats: the SearchLight Sample Testing Service, SearchLight Infrared Arrays (compatible with infrared imaging systems and SearchLight Array Analyst Software), and the sensitive SearchLight Chemiluminescent Arrays (compatible with the SearchLight Plus CCD Imaging System and SearchLight Array Analyst Software.) SearchLight catalog and custom arrays offer more data from less sample in less time than traditional single ELISA kits.&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;SearchLight Arrays are optimized for quantification of up to 16 (chemiluminescent) or 24 (infrared) proteins per well. Antibody printing, sandwich ELISA, CCD imaging, and array software are combined to quickly generate accurate, reproducible results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36626499-5984614099827559597?l=bibes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/feeds/5984614099827559597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36626499&amp;postID=5984614099827559597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default/5984614099827559597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default/5984614099827559597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-development-inphysics.html' title='new development inphysics'/><author><name>bibes and his creation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422646193358804062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36626499.post-2071203998827048206</id><published>2007-02-18T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T04:56:07.477-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ASAPHAL PREM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hi khusi G,sweet and  tramandous rememberance and.................&lt;br /&gt;            i dont know why u get changed aburstly? i dont  know ,what hppen to u. may dontknow i kept to u in my heart, now it is too dificult to miss u. i mdreaming with u and utold me many more...i had told to  my sister too. &lt;br /&gt;                                      " maile jisko pyar diya he uo ho tum,jisko payr kiya he oho tum...jisle mera chain liyahe  oho tum.....sirf tum." really  no one is in my heart accept u, still if u want i want to proceed our relation.i will come to urs house to ask urs hands for forever. now adays i m quite serious ,i dont tell to my frens, they r asking me what i say i dont have any answer to say.  what i have done thatwhy u get change, i promised that i will fulfill urs desired....&lt;br /&gt;   nowadays  when i listen the song   DHERAI MAYA DINDA RAHECHAN MUTU CHUDERA LANNEHARU.....by acharya brother. i think it is for me.&lt;br /&gt;                      how r u ? give time in study bcoz there is life.&lt;br /&gt;                            when i see past sms ,they make me hurt  and eyes fill with water but i have to control them, really in life it is to difficult situation in which i can not controlled. may my weight is decreasing i dont know why? at last JEEVAN BHOGAI NAI YESATAI HO bhanne socchu........k garne man bujhaunnai paryo...&lt;br /&gt;              be happy always i m not angry with u and never angry, i realised that better not to fall in love never think anyone to be as heart.&lt;br /&gt;                 i have one rose which is dried, kept very sinserly which always remind u.&lt;br /&gt; ok be healthy happy always, may god always bless and support u.&lt;br /&gt;               IF U NEED HELP AT ANY TIME AND MOMENT , I WILL HELP AT ANY COST. I NEVER FORGET URS HELP AND YOU TOO .&lt;br /&gt;                   u r my source of inspiration, inspire me always if possible  come in my life u r heartly- heartly welcome in my life, if u r with me i had more power to do something which haven't done by other.&lt;br /&gt;                      ok write at least one mail, why u  get  changed.&lt;br /&gt;          take care of urs health and bro.&amp; sis. too. if u need any help plz remember to me .&lt;br /&gt;                                     miss u lot.-- Forgetting u is hard to do,forgetting me is up to u,forget me not,forget me never,and u will have a friend forever........&amp; ever!!!!&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   want to be urs heart....                                                                            UDDHAB CHAULAGAIN "BIBES"                                                                                                        kirtipur,Nepal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36626499-2071203998827048206?l=bibes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/feeds/2071203998827048206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36626499&amp;postID=2071203998827048206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default/2071203998827048206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default/2071203998827048206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/2007/02/asaphal-prem.html' title='ASAPHAL PREM'/><author><name>bibes and his creation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422646193358804062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36626499.post-9071902249756604385</id><published>2006-11-22T05:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T05:22:51.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fren magak.......</title><content type='html'>how guys xpress their love!!!When a GUY is quiet and isalone,He's thinking how good you are, Missyou!!!When a GUY is lying on his bed, He's thinking deeply why he loves you.When a GUY looks at you in your eyes, He wants to tell you how much he lovesyou andhow important you are.When a GUY answers "I'm Fine" aftera while,He is not and feels hurt.When a GUY keeps asking you the samequestion, He is wondering why you are lying.When a GUY hugs you while sleeping,He is wishing that you belong to himforever. When a GUY calls you everyday,He Misses You and wants your attention.When a GUY wants to see you everyday,He cares for you and wants to know howare youtoday.When a GUY sms's u everyday, He wants you to know that he is fine.When a GUY says I love you,He really means it.When a GUY says that he can't livewithout you,He has made up his mind that you are his future wife.When a GUY says "I Miss You",He wants to see you immedietely.Repost this bulletin in 10 minutes and youwill get HappinessIf you don't repost this bulletin you will get bad luck...******GooD LuCKY!!!!*******You've opened it!!!! Good Luck! Tonight atmidnight your true love will realize they love you. Something good will happen to you at 1:00-4:00 pm tommorow, it could be anywere. Get ready for the biggest shock in your life. If you break this chain you will be cursed with relationship problems for the next 10 years. Post this within 15 minutes******i MiSS You Honey!!!*****[[i miss you!!]] If you are missing someone right now and can't get them out of yourhead then re-post this within 1 minute andwhoever you are missing will surprise you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;*IF YOU \nBREAK THIS YOU\'LL HAVETHE WORST DAY OF YOUR LIFETOMORROW *--&lt;br /&gt;*IF YOU  BREAK THIS YOU'LL HAVETHE WORST DAY OF YOUR LIFETOMORROW&lt;br /&gt;                                          bibes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36626499-9071902249756604385?l=bibes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/feeds/9071902249756604385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36626499&amp;postID=9071902249756604385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default/9071902249756604385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default/9071902249756604385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/2006/11/fren-magak.html' title='fren magak.......'/><author><name>bibes and his creation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422646193358804062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36626499.post-116264756143842568</id><published>2006-11-04T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:42:15.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a love history...of my fren.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3096/4097/1600/Uddhab%20Prasad%20Chaulagain%2C%20Terhathum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3096/4097/320/Uddhab%20Prasad%20Chaulagain%2C%20Terhathum.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;10th Grade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;As I sat there in English class, I stared at the girl next to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  She was my so-called "best friend". I stared at her long, silky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;hair. I wished she were mine, but she didn't notice me like  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  And I knew it. After &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;class she walked up to me and asked &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;the notes she had missed the day before, and I handed them to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;She said "thanks" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I wanted to  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;tell her. I wanted her to know that I don't want to be just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;                11th Grade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;The phone rang. It was her on the other end. She was in tears,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;mumbling on and on about how her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;love had broke her heart. She &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;eyes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, a Drew Barrymore movie, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;said "thanks," and gave me a kiss on the cheek.  I want to tell  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;her. I want her to know that I don't want to be just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;friends.  I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;12th Grade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick,"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;   she said. He's not going to go. Well, I didn't have a date and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;7th grade we made a promise that if neither of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;us had dates we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;would go together  just as "best friends," so we did. Prom  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;after everything was over I was standing at her front door &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;step. I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  stared at her. She smiled at me and stared at me with her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;crystal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;that, and I know it. Then she said, "I had the best time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;thanks!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her. I want her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  know that I don't want to be just friends. I love her, but I'm  &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb"," just too shy. And I don\'t know why...                     Graduation Day     A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated \n like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn\'t notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and she cried \n as I   hugged her. Then, she lifted her head from my shoulder and said,   &amp;quot;You\'re my best friend, thanks!&amp;quot; and gave me a kiss on the  cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don\'t want to be \n   just friends. I love her, but I\'m just too shy. And I don\'t know   why…  A Few Years Later  Now, I sit in the pews of the church. She is getting married, now. I watched her say, &amp;quot;I do&amp;quot; and drive off to her new \n life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine but she didn\'t see me like  that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said, &amp;quot;You came!&amp;quot; She said, &amp;quot;thanks!&amp;quot; and kissed me on the \n cheek. I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don\'t want to be just friends. I love her, but I\'m just too shy. And I don\'t know   why...                   Funeral  yrs passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the girl \n who used to be my best friend.&amp;quot; At the service they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I stare   at him wishing he were mine. But he doesn\'t notice me like \n that, and I know it. I want to tell him. I want him to know that I don\'t want to be just friends. I love him, but I\'m just too shy, and  I don\'t know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me… \n  i wish I did too…   i thought to myself, and I cried.    NEVER BE SHY TO SAY UR ",1] );  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;just too shy. And I don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;why... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 Graduation Day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  A day passed. A week passed. A month passed. Before I could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;blink, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;mine, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;everyone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and she cried  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;as I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  hugged her. Then, she lifted her head from my shoulder and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;said, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  "You're my best friend, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;cheek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I want to tell her. I want her to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;know that I don't want to be  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  why… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;A Few Years Later &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;Now, I sit in the pews of the church. She is getting married, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I watched her say, "I do" and drive off to her new  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;life, married &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;to another man. I wanted her to be mine but she didn't see me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;said, "You came!" She said, "thanks!" and kissed me on the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;cheek. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I want to tell her. I want her to know that I don't want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;just friends. I love her, but I'm just too shy. And I don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  why... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;                 Funeral &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;yrs passed, and I looked down at the coffin of the girl  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;used &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;to be my best friend." At the service they read a diary entry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read: I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;stare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  at him wishing he were mine. But he doesn't notice me like  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;that, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;and I know it. I want to tell him. I want him to know that I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;want to be just friends. I love him, but I'm just too shy, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;don't know why. I wish he would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;tell me he loved me…  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;i wish I did &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;too… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;  i thought to myself, and I cried. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;NEVER BE SHY TO SAY UR  &lt;script&gt;&lt;!-- D(["mb"," LOVE THAT U LOVE HER/HIM&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;",1] ); D(["mb","&lt;font&gt;bhishan giri\n\n&lt;/span&gt;",0] ); D(["ce"]);  //--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:arial;" &gt;LOVE THAT U LOVE HER/HIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36626499-116264756143842568?l=bibes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/feeds/116264756143842568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36626499&amp;postID=116264756143842568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default/116264756143842568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default/116264756143842568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/2006/11/love-historyof-my-fren.html' title='a love history...of my fren.....'/><author><name>bibes and his creation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422646193358804062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36626499.post-116185075120396639</id><published>2006-10-26T00:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T05:42:15.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi friends</title><content type='html'>hi friend, i m bibes from nepal. i will try to give more information about political issues and science revolution too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;     &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thanks 4 visit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36626499-116185075120396639?l=bibes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/feeds/116185075120396639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=36626499&amp;postID=116185075120396639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default/116185075120396639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/36626499/posts/default/116185075120396639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bibes.blogspot.com/2006/10/hi-friends.html' title='hi friends'/><author><name>bibes and his creation</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09422646193358804062</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
