Ka hmel phak hin chu saku lam ka hoi..
Ka sam chur2 hlak hi a nal em2 boksi..

Abing this is for you. Follow the steps

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1. Click the Uninstall button and then restart your system.















2. As shown in photo 2. Go to profile tab and then select the brand of your computer in SLIC if it hasn't been automatically selected for you.
The serial number should appear automatically. If it does not do so copy the serial number from the notepad file.

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3. After doing so go to the Installation tab and then
click install and then restart your system. THAT'S IT.

Poetries

Love Poems I: Six Years

When, at the break of dawn, the songbirds sing
And the winds rush for the wild flow’rs, I sigh.
When lovers in pure bliss reach for the ring,
When all seems fine and I am not, I cry.

In faith so deep, hope so wide, I loved her;
But my tongue was chained by her young nescience.
Hers was my life; hope, mine that I nurtured
In silence till no more rest’d my patience.

My heart breathed out love; my lips, words so true,
But they echoed not — dead silence ‘twas all.
My love betrothed, my hope betrayed, I rue
Which end in endless tears, those days of old.

‘Twas six long years of vain hope in mask’d strife,
‘Tis eternal sorrow and pain, my life.

Love Poems II: This Day, That Year

(Of that distant Valentine’s Day, on its anniversary)

I stand here at the ghost of what was gay.

Little did I know then this day would come,
Of whose past to haunt all remnants of time.
Very sad, you had to end our brief climb
Ending with it hopeful days yet to come.

You said, you love me which I so believed -
One word, one lie forev'r with it to live
Unending till to fate it yields, my grief.

Months ripen to years and so will it be;
Even the times do change, so shall you and me.
Reminisce not this past, but from it flee,
‘Cause there's much more to life in being free.
You, my dear friend, ‘tis my wish you're happy.

(To her that was lost and never found)

Somewhere in the clouds above, my last is plotted;
Somewhere in the streets on earth, my hope is plundered.
What was past is buried deep within my heart;
What is to come is a mystery so deep.

But when my time is done and my last breath taken
And all remnants of me cast into eternity,
Think not thou of me as one who’d gone ‘ere his time,
Nor wet thine eyes in thinking of me.

When I die, I shall die as one having truly lived,
I shall die a proud man who’d his work done,
For ‘tis my life to love you and thus so thence;
And this love to my grave shall I bear.

When I die, our past shall live on in my soul,
What never came shall come to me,
And there all my dreams shall be realised,
And thence shalt thou be mine.

Short Stories

Several weeks back, I received an SMS from a friend, which goes:

A guy and his girl were speeding at 100 km/hr.
Girl said, "Slow down, it's too fast".

Guy replied, "No, it's fun", and asked her to hug him tight. "The helmet is too heavy on my head. Take it off and wear it." He told her.

The next day, a local newspaper reported that a bike had crashed into a building and of the two, only the girl survived. The truth is, the guy realised that the brakes had failed, but didn't want his girl to know. He felt her love for the last time when she hugged him.

I recently came across another good story. It goes:

There was a girl who hated herself because she was blind. She hated everyone but her boyfriend.

One day, she remarked that if she could only see the world, she'd marry her boyfriend.

Fortunately for her, someone donated a pair of eyes and instantly, she received her sight. She could now see everything perfectly fine, including her boyfriend.

"Now that you can see, will you marry me?" The boy asked.

The girl was shocked when she saw that her boyfriend was blind too, and refused to marry him.

The boy walked slowly away as he said, "Please take good care of my eyes."