SABAIDEE. BLOG

I have recently upgraded IOS 8.1 from software update on my ipad 2, I believe that the keyboard on version IOS 8.0 was not allowed to customize any keyboards.  I just found out that the version IOS 8.1 is allowed you to install and add new keyboard from apple store. if you want to add Lao keyboard on your iphone or ipad, you need to have the newest version of IOS. (IOS 8.1) and go to apple store to download a Lao keyboard. congratulation, New version of IOS 8.1 finally allow every lao to use Lao keyboard on Ipad or iphone.

Wake up in the morning  the birds sing and I hear clearly they are not wild birds, they are mine the birds are scared of me, but they love to eat what I give the cats are crazy, they never home at night, like a little girl, she never home at night.. my baby screams when she is not satisfied ,my baby is smile when she plays and watches what is her favorite .

“ ບັງເອີນ ” ຂອ້ຍແມ່ນເມກກອ້ນໜຶ່ງໃນທອ້ງຟ້າກວ້າງ ບາງຄັ້ງທອດເງົາຢູ່ໃນກາງໃຈຂອງເຈົ້າ ເຈົ້າບໍ່ຕອ້ງປະຫລາດໃຈ ຍິ່ງບໍ່ຈຳຕອ້ງມັກ --- ໃນຈຸດປຽ່ນຂອງຊ່ວງເວລາໜຶ່ງ ເງົາໄດ້ຫາຍໄປ. ， ເຈົ້າກັບຂອ້ຍພົບກັນໃນຝັ່ງທະເລກາງຄວາມມືດໝິດ ເຈົ້າແລະຂອ້ຍຕ່າງມີທິດທາງບໍ່ຄືກັນ; ， ເຈົ້າຍັງຈຳໄດ້,ນັ້ນແມ່ນດີຫລາຍ, ດີສຸດຄືລືມມັນຊະ; ໃນເວລາທີ່ພົບກັນ ຕ່າງຝ່າຍປົດປອ່ຍແສງສະຫວ່າງອອກມາ!!

ຂອ້ຍໄດ້ສອນຕົນເອງດຳລົງຊິວິດຢ່າງງ່າຍດາຍ   ໂດຍ ອານນາ ອາກມາໂຕວາ ຂອ້ຍໄດ້ສອນຕົນເອງດຳລົງຊິວິດຢ່າງງ່າຍດາຍແລະຢ່າງສະຫລາດ, ແນມເບິ່ງທອ້ງຟ້າແລະອະທິຖານພຣະຜູ້ເປັນເຈົ້າແລະ ເດີນໄປໂດຍບໍ່ມີຈຸດໝາຍແນ່ນອນທີ່ໄກກອ່ນຕອນຄ່ຳການເປັນຫ່ວງກັງວົນທີ່ເກີນຂອບເຂດເຮັດໃຫ້ເມື່ອຍອອ່ນລ້າ. ໃນເວລາຕົ້ນຫຍ້າເຈົ້າຊູ້ເຮັດສຽງກອບແກບກອບແກບໃນຮອ່ມພູເລິກແລະກຸ່ມໝາກໂຣວານເບີຣີທັງເຫລືອງທັງແດງຫ່ຽວແຫ້ງ   ຂອ້ຍແຕ່ງກາບກອນທີ່ມີຄວາມສຸກກ່ຽວກັບການທົດຖອຍອອ່ນລ້າຂອງຊິວິດ,ການເຊື່ອມສະຫລາຍແລະຄວາມງາມ. ຂອ້ຍກັບມາ. ແມວທີ່ມີຂົນເຕັມປົກຄຸມເລຍຝາມືຂອງຂອ້ຍ,ຄາງຢ່າງຫວານໆແລະໄຟລຸກວູບວາບຮຸ່ງແຈ້ງໃນຫໍຄອຍໂຮງເລື່ອຍໃກ້ກັບທະເລສາບ. ມີພຽງແຕ່ສຽງໄຫ້ຂອງນົກກະສາທີ່ລົງໄປໃນຫລັງຄາ ບາງຄັ້ງຄາວເຮັດໃຫ້ມີສຽງນອງນັນ. ຖ້າເຈົ້າເຂາະກະຕູຂອ້ຍ ຂອ້ຍອາດບໍ່ໄດ້ຍິນເລີຍ.

If You Forget Me Analysis Author: poem of Pablo Neruda I want you to know one thing. You know how this is: if I look at the crystal moon, at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window, if I touch near the fire the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log, everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me. Well, now, if little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you little by little. If suddenly you forget me do not look for me, for I shall already have forgotten you. If you think it long and mad, the wind of banners that passes through my life, and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots, remember that on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off to seek another land. But if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me with implac...