April 8, 2009

With every second in my life
I learn and see new things
I grow stronger and bigger
Smarter and more intelligent
These are lessons taught by life
But, the more I learn and see
The more experienced I become
I start wondering about life...
Where did the morals and values
Once I valued so much, go?
The dreams of my childhood
Where is it now, I can't find it...
Might have been lost somewhere
On the way to truth and lies
What is wrong and what is right?
Isn't it wrong if I only say it's wrong?
Why do I fall in love with someone
That I barely know? Why?
I need simple answers...
Just answers and that's it
What is wisdom and where is it?
Show me your true face
Fulfill my destiny, complete my soul...

Posted on Wednesday, April 08, 2009 by Amar Baatartsogt

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April 5, 2009




For couple of days, I sat in my room trying to finish the novel I started 2 years ago. I never had the chance to finish it. For some reason, it never works out. Whenever I sit down and start typing, something comes up. Always! This time I was not allowing anything to disturb me. I completely isolated myself from rest of the world and you never know, it was actually working. Other than going out to buy some cigarettes and get a new cell phone battery, I stayed inside. The past few days have been rainy and windy anyways. I hated rainy days since I was a child. I still remember that day of my childhood. One day, when I was playing outside as usual, a really bad thunderstorm struck my town. It was cold and dark and I was lost on the way from the play ground to my house. That never happened to me before, and I must have taken the wrong street. Nevertheless, I realized I was lost and I sat under a sun-shade for hours and hours. Eventually, I fell asleep and when I woke up it was dark and I was really sick. I had a high fever. I had no strength left. I was sitting against the cold brick wall ,scared. The storm had destroyed the power lines, and the town had no light at all. I remember then, I started crying. I wanted to shout for help, but my voice was dead. I have no idea how much time passed by, but I finally saw some light. I heard someone shouting and running. I tried to shout back, but no one could hear my voice. Not long after, I started hearing my name. It was my dad. He was running all over the place calling my name with a flashlight in his hand. I stood up. Dad saw me, and the last thing I remember is that he said "oh son, never ever run away like this". I faded. After the incident, I had to stay in bed for 4 months. The doctor said I was really sick and he told me that I can't get out of my bed. During the times spent in my bed, all I did was read books. I was in third grade that time so that I knew how to read. Once I heard my teacher telling my dad that I was the best reader in the class. My dad was proud of me. So was I. This was the first time that I actually felt I have done something in my life. The days where long. It seemed like time stopped. I read about monsters, warriors and dragons. Some of the books had nice pictures and some didn't. First I finished all the books that was on the bedroom shelf. My dad told me that he used to read these books when he was a child. I asked my dad to bring me more books. He took me to his work room. I was never allowed to enter the room before. Inside, he had lots of books. There was a big shelf with many many books in the middle of the room. Dad told me that he collected the books throughout his life and I could read any of the books. It made me happy. I remember I hugged dad and told him "You are the best dad ever." Every few days, I would enter the room, grabbed a new book and put the old one in place. Some of the books were really old and covered in dust. I remember reading about people, strange places, love and friendship. I didn't understand some of the books. Some books didn't make any sense. Some of them were written in strange languages. One day, I took a book called "Great Expectations" by Charles Dickens. I really liked the book. Ever since, I read the book over and over again. In the train, when going to see my girlfriend, when waiting in line or while flying over the Atlantic ocean. That book is always in my backpack. Each time I read the book again, it is always interesting and feel like I am reading something completely new. It never got old. Over that 4 months time when I was sick I read a lot of books. I decided I would become a writer. I loved reading. I was sure I would love writing as well. Every time I read a book, I wanted to write my own version of it. I didn't always like the ending or the characters. Time went on. I had a normal life like others. I grew up, I went to college, got a job as an analyst, but I never had the chance to write a book. About 2 years ago, I finally decided to write a book on my own. Ever since, I have been trying to finish this book. It took me about 5 months to finish most of the book, but the ending was still missing. Over the past couple of days, I have been working on the ending and I was about to finish it. I typed on the typewriter "...even though it was too late, John realized it was the greatest expectation of all time and with the great expectation a great responsibility came along." I was done. I grabbed all the papers, put it in one line and stapled it. I took a deep breath and put the stapled pile of paper on the table. On the front page, the title said "The Book Shelf". I opened my suitcase, grabbed the "Great Expectations" and put the book next to it.

2009-04-08
Amar

Posted on Sunday, April 05, 2009 by Amar Baatartsogt

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There was this guy who believed very much in true love and decided to take his time to wait for his right girl to appear. He believed that there would definitely be someone special out there for him, but none came.

Every year at Christmas, his ex-girlfriend would return from Vancouver to look him up. He was aware that she still held some hope of re-kindling the past romance with him. He did not wish to mislead her in any way. So he would always get one of his girl friends to pose as his steady whenever she came back. That went on for several years and each year, the guy would get a different girl to pose as his romantic interest. So whenever the ex-girlfriend came to visit him, she would be led into believing that it was all over between her and the guy. The girl took all those rather well, often trying to casually tease him about his different girlfriends, or so, as it seemed! In fact, the girl often wept in secret whenever she saw him with another girl, but she was too proud to admit it. Still, every Christmas, she returned, hoping to re-kindle some form of romance. But each time, she returned to Vancouver feeling disappointed.

Finally she decided that she could not play that game any longer. Therefore, she confronted him and professed that after all those years, he was still the only man that she had ever loved. Although the guy knew of her feelings for him, he was still taken back and have never expected her to react that way. He always thought that she would slowly forget about him over time and come to terms that it was all over between them. Although he was touched by her undying love for him and wanted so much to accept her again, he remembered why he rejected her in the first place-she was not the one he wanted. So he hardened his heart and turned her down cruelly. Since then, three years have passed and the girl never return anymore. They never even wrote to each other. The guy went on with his life..... still searching for the one but somehow deep inside him, he missed the girl.

On the Christmas of 1995, he went to his friend's party alone. "Hey, how come all alone this year? Where are all your girlfriends? What happened to that Vancouver babe who joins you every Christmas?", asked one of his friend. He felt warm and comforted by his friend's queries about her, still he just surged on.
Then, he came upon one of his many girlfriends whom he once requested to pose as his steady. He wanted so much to ignore her ..... not that he was impolite, but because at that moment, he just didn't feel comfortable with those girlfriends anymore. It was almost like he was being judged by them. The girl saw him and shouted across the floor for him. Unable to avoid her, he went up to acknowledge her.

"Hi......how are you? Enjoying the party?" the girl asked.

"Sure.....yeah!", he replied.
She was slightly tipsy..... must be from the whiskey on her hand. She continued,
"Why...? Don't you need someone to pose as your girlfriend this year?" Then he answered, "No, there is no need for that anymore......"
Before he can continue, he was interrupted, "Oh yes! Must have found a girlfriend! You haven't been searching for one for the past years, right?" The man looked up, as if he has struck gold, his face beamed and looked directly at the drunken girl. He replied, "Yes......you are right! I haven't been looking for anyone for the past years."
With that, the man darted across the floor and out the door, leaving the lady in much bewilderment. He finally realized that he has already found his dream girl, and she was.....the Vancouver girl all along! The drunken lady has said something that awoken him.

All along he has found his girl. That was why he did not bother to look further when he realized she was not coming back. It was not any specific girl he was seeking! It was perfection that he wanted, and yes.....perfection!!
Relationship is something both parties should work on. Realizing that he had let away someone so important in his life, he decided to call her immediately. His whole mind was flooded with fear. He was afraid that she might have found someone new or no longer had the same feelings anymore..... For once, he felt the fear of losing someone.

As it was Christmas eve, the line was quite hard to get through, especially an overseas call. He tried again and again, never giving up. Finally, he got through......precisely at 1200 midnight. He confessed his love for her and the girl was moved to tears. It seemed that she never got over him! Even after so long, she was still waiting for him, never giving up.

He was so excited to meet her and to begin his new chapter of their lives. He decided to fly to Vancouver to join her. It was the happiest time of their lives! But their happy time was short-lived. Two days before he was supposed to fly to Vancouver, he received a call from her father. She had a head-on car collision with a drunken driver. She passed away after 6 hours in a coma.
The guy was devastated, as it was a complete loss. Why did fate played such cruel games with him? He cursed the heaven for taking her away from him, denying even one last look at her! How cruel he cursed! How he damned the Gods...!! How he hated himself....for taking so long to realize his mistake!! That was in 1996.


The moral of this story is :
Treasure what you have...
Time is too slow for those who wait;
Too swift for those who fear;
Too long for those who grief;
Too short for those who rejoice;
But for those who love...
Time is Eternity.

For all you out there with someone special in your heart, cherish that person, cherish every moment that you spend together that special someone, for in life, anything can happen anytime. You may painfully regret, only to realise that it is too late.

Posted on Sunday, April 05, 2009 by Amar Baatartsogt

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April 4, 2009

A quick reminder... kkk uur bichih gazar oldsongui

  1. Linear Control Systems: April 29, 7-10 pm
  2. 55D: April 28, 7-10 pm
  3. Asset Pricing & Risk Management: April 29, 2-5 pm
  4. 69D: April 27, 7-10 pm
  5. 105D: April 30, 7-10 pm

Posted on Saturday, April 04, 2009 by Amar Baatartsogt

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March 31, 2009



I like to draw... Draw images that swirl into my imagination... Once and then I merge into a different world. Sometimes in my world of wonders, I see myself, my dreams, my future and my destiny. I see people, I see children running around and playing on the green fields of Wonderland, I see myself telling one of them, "Grandson, slow down, you will fall and hurt yourself." I see the sunset over the ever ending river Waterloo, at the end of the world where sky and earth become one. I see the dying sun giving it's last ray of light before the night falls. I also see the long shadows reaching my feet that have been casted by the old castle, which seems to be quietly telling me that the dark night is reaching even faster than it seems, when the monsters and demons will roam the land from the end of to world to the magical forest of Dukendale. I see magical and mystical creatures where I have only read on books. I see a faun as my servant and the centaur and minotaurs as my gaurdians. I see myself looking back through time and remembering the moment when I battled the Dark Lord and lost, a time when I was young and full of hope and dreams. I see the love of my life, the smart and beautiful princess from Deerpark Kingdom, in the evening pink sky and realize how much I am missing her. I feel the wind blowing from the north, I smell the perfume of my soul mate, I feel her securely inside my heart. I see the summer is ending fast. I see fall crawling toward. I see the leaves changing color, golden yellow and red. I see the birds going back. I see myself sitting in my room dreaming about the Wonderland.

Posted on Tuesday, March 31, 2009 by Amar Baatartsogt

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http://dashkhuu.blogspot.com/ iim negen saihan blog shinner neegdsen baina...

Posted on Tuesday, March 31, 2009 by Amar Baatartsogt

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March 30, 2009

Намайг нэг шагнаач, би юм хиймээр байна

(neteer hesch yavaad olov... http://mangarman.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post_24.html)

Гавьяа байгуулаагүй нэгэн нөхөр улсын ерөнхийлөгчөөс төрийн дээд одон медаль гардан авна. Тэрбээр хээв нэг байх агаад болох ёстой юм болж байгаа, бараг оройтож боллоо гэсэн шиг дүр эсгэн цээжээ түхийлгэн энгэрээ цоолуулна. Гарч ирэнгүүт үүдэнд нь арван хэдэн телевизийн арван хэдэн өмхий микрофонуудыг аманд нь угж мэт тулгана. “Төр засагтаа баярлалаа. Аав ээждээ баярлалаа. Ажлын газрынхандаа баярлаа. Хамт тоглож өссөн багын найз нартаа, намайг ирлэж хөглөж өгсөн дайснууддаа баярлаа гэх зэргээр Монгол улсын хоёр сая илүү иргэдэд бүгдэд нь баярласнаа илэрхийлнэ.

Хамгийн гачлантай нь даруухан байхыг ихэд чухалчлах бөгөөд энэхүү шагнал нь түүний хийсэн зүйлд нь бус хийх гэж байгаа зүйлд нь өгсөн гэдэгт бат итгэж байгаагаа илэн далангүй ярина. Энэ томьёоллоор бол шагнал хүртэнэ гэдэг бол залхуу хүнийг нэг юм хийгээчээ гэж өгч байгаа урмын ташуур гэж ойлгох хэрэгтэй. Тиймээс би нэг Хөдөлмөрийн баатар юм уу, за байгээ гэхнээ гавьяат ажилтан цолоор шагнуулмаар байна. Тэгвэл л овоо юм хийх гээд байна.

Posted on Monday, March 30, 2009 by Amar Baatartsogt

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Чшшшшшшш... Чи чимээгүй бүсэд байгаагаа мэдэж байгаа хүн үү үгүй юу, ингэхэд? гэж миний хажууд сууж байгаа хөөрхөн охин хэллээ. Тэгээд би тэр доороо дуугүй болж орхив. Анхаарал төвлөрүүлж, урд байгаа номоо унших минь гэж бодлоо. Номын хуудсан дээрх үг, үсэг нэг нэгээрээ бүрэлзэн, ном унших байтугай, анхаарлаа ч төвлөрч өгсөнгүй. Элдэв янзын бодол толгойд эргэлдэн, өнө эртний болсон явдлууд ч нүдний өмнүүр сүүмэлзэх шиг болов. Үгүйээ, би хичээлээ хийх ёстой гэж бодлоо замхаруулах гэж оролдлоо. Хэр хугацаа өнгөрсөн юм бүү мэд, нэг мэдэхэд дахиад л тэр номын үг үсэг будгэрээд эхлэв. Харин энэ удаа номын сан доторх дуу чимээг сонсож суулаа. Тодруулагчаар номын хуудсан дээр зурж байгаа хяхтанах, өөдөөс харж сууж байгаа залуугийн зөөврийн компютерынхаа товчон дээр хурдан шаламгай товших, хааяа нэг энд тэнд хүний ханиах, ширээний нөгөө буланд хосуудын бувтналдан ярилцах, тээр хол байгаа лифтний хонх чимээгүйхэн чарлах, ард цаасан дээрээ хүчтэй дарж бичсэн бололтой, их л хүч гарган балруулдах, номын хуудасны эргэх, цаас шажигнах, ширээн дээр байгаа гар утасны чичрэххийлэх, зайдуухан бодол болон суугаа бүсгүйн уртаар санаа алдах, зарим нэг хүний эвшээх, зөөлөн хивсэн дээрх хүмүүсийн алхах, хэн нэгний ширээ тогшох чимээ бүгд нийлээд амьдрал өнөөдөр яг энэхүү мөчид ч гэсэн өрнөдөгөөрөө өрнөн байгааг сануулах мэт санагдана. Ингэж суутал хажууд сууж байсан охин босоод явчихсан байгааг анзаарлаа. Би энэ бүсгүйг удаан мэдэж байгаа нэгэн. Яаж танилцсан, сайн найзууд болцгоосон гэдэг их сонирхолтой боловч урт түүх билээ. Товчхондоо, би анх энэ бүсгүйтэй уран зургийн музеид танилцсан юм. Шинэ үзэсгэлэнгийн нээлт болж байсан санагдана. Шавааралдсан олны дундаас тэгэхэд л түүнийг олж харсандаа, анх. Хүн анхны харцаар дурлана гэж юу байдгийг тэгэхэд л ёстой ойлгосон. Анх удаагаа харж байгаа ч гэсэн, нэг л танил царай, олон зууны өмнө мэддэг ч байсан юм шиг, өмнө нь тэр хүнрүү шуналтайгаар, энэ хорвоод өөр юу ч байхгуй мэт ширтэж өдөр хоногийг өнгөрөөж байсан мэт мэдрэмж төрснийг санаж байна. Яг л цаасан дээр цэг холбож зураг бүтээдэг хүүхдийн тоглоом шиг, гэхдээ хоёр талаас нь хоёр харандаагаар зэрэг яваад нэгэн цэгт уулзах тэр эгшин, тэрхүү зураг бүтэн болох тэр мөч. Би өмнөх амьдралууддаа яг л энэ хүнийг хайж явсан мэт, олон зууны туршид үргэлжилсэн эрэл хайгуул минь яг энд л дуусгавар болох мэт сэтгэгдэл. Магадгүй бурхан бидний замыг залж яг тэнд, тэр мөчид бид хоёрыг уулзуулсан байх. Хүний амьдралд тохиодог торгон агшнуудын нэг болоод ч тэр үү, эртний тэр нэгэн оройн мөч бүхэн сэтгэлд тодоос тод үлджээ. Тэр бүсгүй буцаад ширээлүүгээ ирж яваа нүдэнд туслаа. Миний зүг алхаж байгааг нь харан суухдаа би энэ нэгэн бүсгүйд хичнээн хайртайгаа дахин дахин ухаарч суулаа. Би энэ бүсгүйг юунаас ч айхгүйгээр, хэнээс ч харамлахгүйгээр ганцаараа, хүссэнээрээ хайрлаж чадах билээ. Учир нь чамайг алдах вий гэж надад айх юм огт байхгуй, учир нь чи хэзээ ч минийх байгаагүй, учир нь чи хэзээ ч минийх байхгүй учир. Учир нь энэ хайрыг зөвхөн уншигч та бид хоёр л мэднэ. Учир нь өөр хэн ч мэдэхгүй.

Posted on Monday, March 30, 2009 by Amar Baatartsogt

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February 23, 2009

Өмнөх пост буцаад намайг дурсамжаар минь аялуулав бололтой. Чиний сүүлчийн майлд би богинохон хэдхэн өгүүлбэрээр цэг тависанаа. Тэрнээс хойш дахиж бичээгүй. Угаасаа хэзээ ч бүтэхгүй байсан болохоор тэр биз. Хэхэ. Заяа төөрөг юу юу нь ч билээ ёстой байдаг бол таарагүй хэрэг юм байх л даа. Гэхдээ бодоод байхад зөндөө юм сурсан юмдаа, чамаас. Ер нь бодоод байхад relationship болгон хүнд нэгэн том хичээл заадаг бололтой. Заза, хичээлээ хийх минь, дараа энэ бодролуудаа үргэлжлүүлнэмз...

Posted on Monday, February 23, 2009 by Amar Baatartsogt

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Өнөөдөр майлээ ухаж байгаад сонирхолтой юм олов. 3,4-н жилийн өмнөх дурсамжууд. Цаг хугацаа ч хурдан өнгөрөх юмдаа. :) Энэ хуучин майлыг уншсан чинь өмнө нь харж байгаагүй өөр өнцгөөс харав бололтой. Нэг сэтгэл хөдөлмөөр ч юм шиг. Прогресс нь ч гэсэн их л сонирхолтой ч юм шиг. Алс хязгаар, хүмүүсийн хоорондын харилцаа, өрнөл, сэтгэлийн холбоос... одоо би яг санаж байна. Би үнэхээр тэр их өвдөлт алс зайг тэвчиж чадаагүйм байна. Жоохон ч байж дээ. Учираа мэдэхгүй. Хүний амьдралд нэгэн цагт хамгийн гэгээн, балчир, баяр баясал, сэтгэлийн хөөрөл дагуулсан мөчүүд нь зөвхөн дурсамж дөтий л үлддэг нь хачирхалтай ч юм шиг.

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hey there! sain yavj bnuu? gaigu biz dee? Bi yag onoodor orj ireed bj bn Was so busy day tegeed buur oroin hoolon deer tsug yavsan 2 hun maani ba bye geed 50 gr vodka uulgaad hehe so feelin little dizzy bugdiig ni ugaagu zuvhun hundleed amssan hehe. Za tegeed yu bnaa? Already missing you! tegeed yag chamtai yarj duuschaad i wanted to cry but didn't want to embarass myself so didn't cry but aws so hard to talk or say anything. Magadgu i was so used to u dastsan bsan bnlee... gehdee always telling myself only 4 months geel hehe It'll pass pretty quick.. Za tegeed sonin gevel chamd amalsan yosooroo ovdohguee bas i;ll take care of myself for you hehe minii body bish yum shig yarj bnshd hehe. Zaza boon yum bichichlee neg harsan chin lag ih yum boltson bdag bnshd hehe. Ok beb bicheerei whenever you'll have free time ok
A girl misses you here in UB........ keep that in mind hehe Hugs and Kisses
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Hello,
Yes mail irsen bn. So happy. Ongorson shone yag chamruu mail bichij duuschaad noir hurehgu bj bgaad untaad ugluu 5 geed airport yavaad humuusee gargaj ogchood tegeed gertee ireed shireendeer yum bicheed suuj bsan chin untchij hehe tegeed bj bsan chin dahiad zalgaad boon yum bolood gaduur yavj yavj mongoliin buh airline uudiig heseh shiv dee hehe. Buur yadraad odool neg amsgaa avch bn. Keeping myself busy helps me to not think about u often hehe. za tegeed buh yum chin ok bol boloodoo yagaad gevel sanaa zovood bsan yumoo za tegeed odoo ingeed yum hum chin buteed ehelsen yum chin udahgu buh yumandaa dasandoo chi chin ugiin lag yum chin hehe. Za tegeed olon nztai bolj bnuu? sounds like ur having a great time. End nileen seruuhen bolj bn er ni bol ugluu oroidoo nileen seruuhen odor l arai gaigu bh shig bn.Odnoo 2 honogiin daraa yavah geed beldej bgaa bugdeeree namaig orhiod yavaad ogoh yumaaa. Za oor sonin gevel chamd mail bichij duusaad margaash ni hariu irsen boluu geed buur tesen yadan huleegeed harsan chin irsen bn thanks bichsend chin..... ok za tegeed zav chuluuguuruu bichij yarj bgaarai ok!!!! Oh by the way i called ma teddy bear AMAR he is so cute..
Miss u
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hey u bn? Gogo zuragnuud yavuulsand tnx lag gogo zuragnuud bhad manai slow computer unshih gj buten jil bolloshd hehe
Sonin gevel nudniihaa shiliig hiilgetsen onoodroos shilee zuuj bgaa gehdee only when using computer and watching tv... Tegeed boon gaduur l yavah shiv dee suulin 2 honog barag sain untaagu ochigdor neg sain untlaashd hehe shuud orj ireel orondeer nam bolson bnlee hehe. EEJ aav 2 buur dahiad er ni tour t yavuulahgu skuldee orohdoo beld geel bgaa neeree tur zuur yum shiidtel huuchin skuldee yavah bolson buur uur hureed bnaa I don't like this idea at all gehdee yahav yavjil bhaas tegehdee 10 sar hurtel tour hiiheer managerteigee nuutsaar tohirson bgaa eejid heleed ogno gesen hehe so excted about that.. za oor sonin gevel yag mail bichij duusaad beldeed garah gj bn Odnoo margaash yavna gargaj ogdog yumuu geel.
Za tegeed sonin ihtei mail bichij bgaarai tegeed card avhaaraa call me by the way i loved ur pics chini room chin ih goyo yumaa lag tom yum shig bn te? Neeree chamd deel neeh goyo zohihgu bn gehdee lag cute haragdaj bn lee Za tegeed take care hool undaa sain ideerei .... Ziak gants zurag yavuulla dahiad yamar zurag avmaar bgaagaa heleerei !!!! ok daraa bichnee tur bye miss u

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Hi there,

Neeree yarisand chin uneheer bayarlasan shuu lag klipen deer ni zugeer Call geed bichsen bhlaar ni lag gaihaal hen yum bol gesen chin chi bsan lag goyo. Gadaa lag haluun oroi lag huiten ugluu buur huiten. Uchigdur tsug gobi yavah humuusteigee uulzsan chin ogloo lag ert yavah yum bn lee 1 deh odriin ogloo 4 tsagaas gesen hehe. tegeed yavhaasaa omno geriihantaiga lager yavdag yum biluu geel. Neeree shil zuugeed 3 honoj bn taaraldsan buh hun goyo haragdaj bn leg egduutei gsn keke bi bol ooriigoo neeh ih serious haragdaad bgaan hehe.
Za ter ch yahav Zoloogin camerig bid hed unagaatsan tegeed zasuulah geel ochigdorjingoo l gaduur yavah shiv dee tegeed oligtoi zasdag gazar olooguul bgaa yaanaa Za tegeed sain bgaa bol boloodoo gogo odor bolgon zavgu bgaa yum bnshdee Za teged bicheerei ok mmm...

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Hey u bn,
Za tegeed sain biz dee? Bi ch yahav sain l bn saya 4 honog gobi-d bj bgaad ochigdor irlee neg sad yum ni bi today butsaad l yalaltai bolchood yumaa beldeed suuj bn this time for 8 days hamgiin haramsaltai ni ooriihoo torson odroor bhgu yag hotod 11 nd ireh yum bnlee. neeree neg yum todruulii 28aas hoish chamtai minii messengerees yum bichsenu? tiim bol ter bi bish shuu neg hun harin minii omnoos orood baahan hund aimar aimar yum bichesen bnlee hervee chamru bas tegej bichsen bol bitgii itgeerei ok!!! Za tegeed hicheel nom sainuu bas bie chin sain biz dee? Miss u so much.... Za tegeed hodoonoos irengute mail bichnee ok!!! Za tur bye
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hi,
hey there u bnaa? oird bicheeguid sorriimaa joohon zavgu blaa bas manai net sain bolj ogohgu. Za sonin hachin tegeed yu bnaa? sain bgaa biz dee hicheel nom chin dajgu biz dee oird chi mail bichihgu sanaa zovchihloo u bolj bndaa? Tegeed namaig maiil bichehgu bolhoor chi eroosoo bichehgu yumaa tee!!!!! zaza ter ch yahav bi bajil bn neg tom ayalal avah geed boon beltgel 4 honog yavnaa gesen gaigu bgaa biz gehdee lag oirhon gesen tiim bolhoor buur gogo sanagdaad bgaa yum.... oor sonin gevel neg iimerhuu chamtai chatand eroosoo taarahgu yumaa... bodvol chi ih l zavgu bgaa bh gehdee zugeeree zav garhaar chin tuhtai yariltsnaa hehe zaza oor sonin algoo. Miss u tur bye
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Sain uu?
uul ni deerees l yag unendee yag yavsan udruus chin l ehleel mail bichiidaa gej bodool bsiin gehdee yagaad ch yum yag bichih geed suuh bolgond gar chichreed sandraad bgaa ch um shig neg sonin medremj turuul bichij chadahgui udiig hurchihlee sollyy... ug ugulber bolj evlej uguhgui heleh um yagaad ch um zunduu bgaa hernee haanaas ni uunaas ni yaj ehlehee medehgui suuj bn sigh.....hehe zaza ene buhen ch yahav chi her bn daa? gertee ochson goyo l bgaa bh da te? how is it there? tenger uul geel buh l um ni goyo haragdaj bgaa bh da te sigh..... neeree zun boltson bnuuU? modnuud gogo nogoorchij uu zuleg ene ter nogoortson bga bh ta te? MGL-iin zun ch goyo shuu te? chi mini tegeed her bn da nuguu yariad bsan hicheeluuddee yavj bgaa u? odor honog chin her ungurch bn da? bi ch yahav end hicheeldee yavaal tegel yag l baidagaaraa amdral yag chinii deer helj bsan shig neg l heviin ungruud bh shig sanagdaad bh um zun bolj bga bolood ch teruu geree sanah ch shig bas zun bolj bgaa bolhoor ch teruu kind of missin the old times the times i've spent with you ter ueees hoish ih ch um uurchlugdej dee getel bi yaagaad ch um buh um yag l ter heveeree bgaad bh um shig sanagdaj bj bilee hehehe ter ued yagaad ch um tsag hugatsaa iim hurdan buguud iim uuruur ungurnu gej tusuulj bsangui i guess i never have thought about things get change all the time... zaza buun asuult tavchihlaa sollyyyy and anyways miss you and take care there hon ok

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Posted on Monday, February 23, 2009 by Amar Baatartsogt

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