<?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-7153791697099882822</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:39:39.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unjustifiable Sin</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-1757914259446370408</id><published>2010-09-05T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T13:35:15.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mipa leh Eirawngbawl</title><content type='html'>Rilru a awm hi ziak pawp zel ang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan thiannu chu chhun dar sawm pahnih leh a chanve (12:30 pm) atang a zan dar sawm leh a chanve (10:30 pm) thleng office a kal thin a. A pasal ve thung chu zing dar kua atang a tlai dar nga thleng a kal thung. An nu office hlan chuan an pa chu inah a lo awm veng veng a. Zan dar sawmpakhat ah an nu a rawn haw a. Rawng a bawl chawp a, zan dar khat velah chaw an ei a. Zan lai ah puar peng pawng in an mu thin. An pa khan tlai dar nga atanga zan dar sawmpakhat thleng khan enge a tih ang le! Rawng lo bawl peih diam se an nu pawh kha a lawm ngawt ang! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka ngaihdan mawl leh nghet tlut pakhat chu -- Mahni eitur pawh siam thiam loh chuan ei loh mai tur tih hi. Mipa nih vang a eirawngbawl thiam lo emaw in tih tlat hi natna chi khat a ni. Nupuite awm tir mai mai a, pasal ten rawngbawl tur tihna lam a ni lo. A tul hunah chuan mipa te pawh hian rawngbawl te hi thiam taka tih ve mai tur tih lam a ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tlai dar 6 ah office ka ban chang chuan rawng ka lo bawl peih diam a. Zan dar 12 vel a kan nu hnathawk rawn bang tan chuan eitur thiam ang tawk tawk in ka lo siam thin. Hah takin hnathawhna atangin a rawn haw hnu a rawngbawl chawp tir hi a pawimawh fet ah lo chuan a tangkaina ka hre lo. Office ka ban tlai tum a, a ni inah a awm anih chuan a thiam ang tawk a tuihnai eitur a lo buaisaih ve bawk thin. Nuam ve tak a ni! Tin, inah kan awmdun chuan kan pahnihin kan bawl dun chang te pawh a awm. A hlimawm duh phian!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nupui/bialnu khan i rawngbawl ringawt ei a tum chuan vuak hrep tlak a ni. Mi thatchhe tak ani tihna a ni. Chutih rualin, nupuite hman leh hman loh ngaihtuah lova, mahni'n tih ve theih reng lai a nupuite rawngbawl tur a nghak ngut ngut mi i nih chuan nangmah chu vuak hrep tlak i ni. Tin, chawnghei tlak i ni bawk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mizo mipa te hi kan inti PA a, rawngbawl thiamlo nih te hi intihtheihna emaw ti kan awm. Mawlna chi khat a ni. Rawngbawl thiamlo tan chuan midang rin tur awm loh changa chawnghei emaw Hotel a chaw ei chhuah a ni tawp mai a ni. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phai ah hian thian inluah ho an awm fo. Rawngbawl thiamlo leh thiante rawngbawl sa ei tun tun hi an tam mai. Mahni in bawl ve tum si lo, mahni chaw eina thleng sil peih tawk hi an awm nual. Aizawla celebrity fu, phai a mi chaw thing chang a leng kual duk duk an sawi teh pawh an awm. A zahthlak khawp mai!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rawngbawl hi a zahthlak loh a, thiam loh pawn zir theih a ni. Tin, uluk taka siam hian thil chu a tui mai. Rawngbawl thiam tak pawhin a uluk loh chuan thil a siam tui thei chuang lo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan nu inrinni ah a lo haw dawn a. Kaikuang kan tui tak nen lo hmuak leh phawt mai ang.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-1757914259446370408?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/1757914259446370408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=1757914259446370408' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/1757914259446370408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/1757914259446370408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2010/09/mipa-leh-eirawngbawl.html' title='Mipa leh Eirawngbawl'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-4845312606074053930</id><published>2010-08-08T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T19:20:31.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cyberknife</title><content type='html'>Got a phone call and it was my uncle in law. He said that he would reach the airport by 17:50. I changed my dress and rushed off to the airport. That's how the world of Cyberknife had originated in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a Cyberknife: According to Wikipedia - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The CyberKnife is a frameless robotic radiosurgery system&lt;/span&gt;. It is used to treat a tumor in any part of a human body without having to cut any of the tissues. It kills the tumor cells and turns them into dead cell, thus control the multiplication of the cancel cells. It's the most recent technology used to treat cancer patients. As of yet, there are only two hospitals in India where the Cyberknife treatment can be done - Apollo Hospital (Chennai) and Global Health Care (Bangalore).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle has a liver cancer. He had taken Chemotherapy treatment in CMC Vellore and was advised to take Serafinip (Spelling may not be correct) tablet there after. The tablet costs approximately 3 Lacs and is meant to control the growth of the cancer tumor and not to remove the existing tumor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending 3 lacs without curing the existing tumor is worthless, he thought. He decided to have a closer study about Cyberknife and finally decided to undergo the treatment in Apollo Hospital (Chennai) once he was totally aware of how it works. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with, the have performed all the necessary diagnosis such as MRI scan, PET CT Scan and CT Scan. Once all these were over, they fixed fiducials in his liver. It's a small metal and they fixed 3 fiducials nearby the tumor. The purpose of placing fiducials is to have the most accurate exposure of the radiation only to the tumor area in the liver. When the patient lie down, the ray from the Cyberknife passed through the body and focus on the liver. The liver moves up and down with the patient's breathing so the radiation falls on the normal tissues as well, causing damage to it. To prevent this, fiducials are placed in the liver so that the ray will find the tumor spot even with the movement of the liver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the fiducial placement was done, he was advised to take rest for a week. After a week, he was supposed to undergo the real Cyberknife treatment. The preparation could take 1 to 2 weeks depending on the condition of the patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pic: Cyberknife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.penrosecancercenter.org/file.php/159/CyberKnifeLg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 337px;" src="http://www.penrosecancercenter.org/file.php/159/CyberKnifeLg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a week, we went to the Hospital and started the Cyberknife treatment. All the scan results and findings were loaded into the Cyberknife system. With that, the system did the operation automatically and exposed the radiation to the necessary areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was asked to lie down under the machine and was advised not to take a deep breath until the treatment was over. He wore a black shirt and they fit some cables (don't know what all these stuffs were) over the chest. Everybody left the operation room and the movement of the robot (Cyberknife) was being monitored from the next room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The operation normally took an hour. The way the patient breaths matters a lot in terms of how accurate and successful the operation has been done and of course the duration. If the patient regularly takes a heavy breath, it could take 2 to 3 hours to complete the operation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same process was continued for 5 days. With that, we completed the treatment and was advised to have a follow-up checkup after 2 months. He was very satisfied with the operation, so were the Doctors. They had a high expectation over the treatment and mentioned that he has a high chance to recover, though they could not make any promise since they are all human beings and not God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyberknife treatment costs 4 to 4.5 lacs approximately. The whole process needs at least 3 weeks and depending on the patience condition, it could even take a longer time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the pictures I have taken in the hospital:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/TF6b7Pdb6HI/AAAAAAAAAZo/FD-wv5oiXVo/s1600/DSC02738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/TF6b7Pdb6HI/AAAAAAAAAZo/FD-wv5oiXVo/s320/DSC02738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503007236757907570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/TF6cRzBG_gI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ZObP0nStyWk/s1600/DSC02743.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/TF6cRzBG_gI/AAAAAAAAAZw/ZObP0nStyWk/s320/DSC02743.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503007624259894786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/TF6cnQhXW0I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/C4GwTCKSJb4/s1600/DSC02744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/TF6cnQhXW0I/AAAAAAAAAZ4/C4GwTCKSJb4/s320/DSC02744.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503007992957066050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/TF6dAad84QI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SjxP3Gt_yus/s1600/DSC02745.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/TF6dAad84QI/AAAAAAAAAaA/SjxP3Gt_yus/s320/DSC02745.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503008425123832066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a more personal note, while everyone was satisfied with the treatment, I think some of the staffs in Apollo Hospital need to learn a lot in terms of Hospitality. When they ask people to wait for anything, I feel they should let them know what they are waiting for. I really don't think it was worth paying 4 lacs in order to have someone yelling at us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Feedback from the Patient&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I am very satisfied with the overall treatment and would like to thank the Cyberknife team at Apollo Hospital. I think they've done a great job and have high expectation that my result would be positive. I am, though, unable to comment further on the actual result since I am yet to know it as I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While everyone can't afford to take the treatment of Cyberknife technology, I have written this in the interest of showing a way to people who has no idea as to what a Cyberknife is. Hope it helps them to find the right solution for their problem. On a more personal level, I would like to add if the government could install at least one machine in Mizoram (while this may take years of years), it will be a great achievement and blessings for all the cancer patients.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-4845312606074053930?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/4845312606074053930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=4845312606074053930' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/4845312606074053930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/4845312606074053930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2010/08/cyberknife.html' title='Cyberknife'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/TF6b7Pdb6HI/AAAAAAAAAZo/FD-wv5oiXVo/s72-c/DSC02738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-5445154126398531368</id><published>2010-07-03T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T11:05:16.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever</title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I have updated my Blog. I struggled a lot to simply edit even the page element. Those many days have gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Here's what happened :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went home on June 3. The highest temperature the climate could achieve and it was HOT enough to boil everything alive. A man had to go through this pain in order to achieve something in his life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's what actually had happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-34494e3320c85d8d" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34494e3320c85d8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330248042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22386A8A74AA5F9515338DB53CDDF4759900E6DE.3428C8F13E7AB439F8DB24C665B399C0BA508B58%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34494e3320c85d8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbCcdtJO4ItG0ZnnAEFXpW1VcNO4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D34494e3320c85d8d%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330248042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D22386A8A74AA5F9515338DB53CDDF4759900E6DE.3428C8F13E7AB439F8DB24C665B399C0BA508B58%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D34494e3320c85d8d%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DbCcdtJO4ItG0ZnnAEFXpW1VcNO4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thil thleng langsar zual te:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ruah a sur.&lt;br /&gt;2. Monu make up a bo (Will write about this in detail in the next post).&lt;br /&gt;3. Monu Jeans a bo.&lt;br /&gt;4. Damdawiin ah kan kal, nurse ho an in duh hle.&lt;br /&gt;5. Leivung kan paih.&lt;br /&gt;6. Khuluaia tourch light ka hawn sak.&lt;br /&gt;7. Lengpui airport a staff duty in passenger a vin hrep (hotu lian hnen-a thlen ngei chi a ni).&lt;br /&gt;8. Ruai kan theh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tawk phawt teh se!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-5445154126398531368?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/5445154126398531368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=5445154126398531368' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/5445154126398531368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/5445154126398531368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2010/07/whatever.html' title='Whatever'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-8912759862940029788</id><published>2010-04-08T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:31:24.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagan Priestess</title><content type='html'>She's screaming at night&lt;br /&gt;Like a devil's roar&lt;br /&gt;She's roaming in the street&lt;br /&gt;Like a lunatic witch&lt;br /&gt;People tried to stop her&lt;br /&gt;From the way she's walking&lt;br /&gt;But she won't stop&lt;br /&gt;Coz she's a Pagan Priestess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's cursing Jesus&lt;br /&gt;Like a Satan worshiper&lt;br /&gt;She's heading towards hell&lt;br /&gt;Like there's no savior&lt;br /&gt;People tried to stop her&lt;br /&gt;From the way to hell&lt;br /&gt;But she won't stop&lt;br /&gt;Coz she's a Pagan Priestess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's dying slowly&lt;br /&gt;Like there's no more strength&lt;br /&gt;She's lying on her bed&lt;br /&gt;Like there's no more life&lt;br /&gt;People tried to save her&lt;br /&gt;From eternal death&lt;br /&gt;But she won't turn back&lt;br /&gt;Coz she's a Pagan Priestess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not scream like a witch&lt;br /&gt;We may not curse Jesus&lt;br /&gt;But if we don't find His will&lt;br /&gt;And if we keep on moving &lt;br /&gt;Like there's no Heaven&lt;br /&gt;We make no difference&lt;br /&gt;Yet we all become&lt;br /&gt;Pagan Priests and Priestesses&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-8912759862940029788?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/8912759862940029788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=8912759862940029788' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/8912759862940029788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/8912759862940029788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2010/04/pagan-priestess.html' title='Pagan Priestess'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-4746248727097593500</id><published>2010-03-18T06:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T07:16:07.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Recent Top 3 Movies</title><content type='html'>I'm not a movie freak but I enjoy watching movies, basically depends on my mood. I prefer drama kind of, slow and cool rather than action movies. Of course I love actions as well, but not up to the level of how much I love dramas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could say I was influenced by my partner because I did not enjoy watching movies before, as much as I do these days. Of late, I watched a couple of interesting movies, which I have highly rated based on how much I enjoy them. C'mon..see these:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Ninja Assassin: Don't say this is an action because I know. We all know Rain. Yes he was kind of girlish (she she ..don't know the spelling excuse me)in Full house, a Korean serial. That definitely made him a good actor because in Ninja Assassin, he proved that he was not that gay as we thought. I mean, you will not believe that he was acting in Full House. Am I over reacting?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S6IumxxYu-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/k7AkS9bg3jo/s1600-h/rain-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 274px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S6IumxxYu-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/k7AkS9bg3jo/s320/rain-.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449969742802107362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't believe that this guy is an assassinator of Ninjas but it's true. See this-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080716/Comic-Con/Ninja-Assassin-Rain_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/ew/dynamic/imgs/080716/Comic-Con/Ninja-Assassin-Rain_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the actions so real, especially at the beginning. Cutting human flesh, bones and head with their sharp samurai are worth to watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Law Abiding Citizen: If you love tactical moves, this is it -- I mean how brilliant this guy is. His wife and daughter were murdered during a home invasion. When the killers were caught, Nick (a black guy) was assigned to the case but he was forced by his boss to offer one of the suspects a light sentence in exchange for testifying against his accomplice. This guy, Clyde (the tactical man) wanted to fix the imperfect justice system and planned everything within ten years. Find out what his plans were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the ending, though-- Sad. If I were the director, I would have made him blow off everything. Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2009/08/gerard-butler-law-abiding-citizen-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://cdn.buzznet.com/media-cdn/jj1/headlines/2009/08/gerard-butler-law-abiding-citizen-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Hachiko: A Dog's Story: This is what I'm talking about -- slow and cool. No actions, but a lot of emotional and touching scenes. Richard Gere (Parker), a professor met a young dog (puppy right!) in the train station and they got to know more of each other. See what happened to the Dog when Parker left him to be alone. A sad and touching story but worth to watch. Be ready with something to wipe your tears before you sit down to watch the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p169/sholei2/HachikoADogStorywithRichardGere.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://i128.photobucket.com/albums/p169/sholei2/HachikoADogStorywithRichardGere.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it--you're done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-4746248727097593500?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/4746248727097593500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=4746248727097593500' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/4746248727097593500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/4746248727097593500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-recent-top-3-movies.html' title='My Recent Top 3 Movies'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S6IumxxYu-I/AAAAAAAAAZA/k7AkS9bg3jo/s72-c/rain-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-874114374580189147</id><published>2010-03-10T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:50:48.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Ran Away</title><content type='html'>I hate to mention this and when I think about it all over again, I had no idea as to how that happened. How could I ever had that courage to run away from a deep forest. But this I know, I'd never let that happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in 1995 and I was only 12 years old. We did some kind of nursery planting and I remember the place called Rubber Board where we had spent most of our time. It's on the way to Bairabi, where the government had planted a lot of rubber trees. I was with mom there so I had no intention to go home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I remember when I was a kid; I couldn't stay away from mom even for a day. I wanted to stay with her all the time except when I was playing with my friends. I felt that my world was complete when mom was around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there almost for a week doing the planting. One evening we had 2 of my uncles, grandpa, grandma and some of my cousins visit us when they were on the way to the fish farm. They came with generator, tape recorder and tons of food since they planned to stay there at least for a week. I thought it would be fun to join them rather than doing planting all day long. So, we headed towards the lake at Saihapui, where a few Tuikuk people lived. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main reason why we had this event if I remember correctly was that aunt passed away and everyone was completely devastated by this loss. With a hope that it might relief the feeling, they planned to stay for a couple of weeks in the fish farm, having some kind of a picnic stuff there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the farm in the evening and I was kind of happy at the beginning. However, when it started to become dark at night, I started to think about mom. She was alone in the nursery farm and she would need company, I thought. I really wanted to be with her rather than being in the fish farm. I couldn't even sleep at night, always thinking about mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up by 4 in the morning and saw grandma (RIP) doing the fireworks. "How far is Rubber Board from here?" I asked. I no longer remember how she answered me, though. Everyone else was sleeping so I thought it would be a good chance to run towards mom. I told grandma that I was going to pee. Instead, I started running towards Rubber Board which was almost 12 Kms away from the fish farm. I had no idea as to where all those courages came from, letting me go through all the thick and deep forest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I started to run, I had a company which was nothing but a heavy rain. I prayed all the way and continued to run towards my target. I was completely drenched but I did not want to give up. I did not see anybody on the way but all I heard was the sound of animals hooding and the rain pouring down, without noticing somebody had to make his journey towards mom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I reached my destiny and met mom gladly. It was not a happy moment as I thought it would be, though. When I did not return to the hut, grandma thought I was taken by some animals. When it started to rain, she woke up the other folks and they all started looking for me in the jungle under the heavy rain. When they couldn't find me, grandma told them that she had an instinct that I might be running to mom because I asked her how far the place was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather not mention what happened when these people returned home. I did not even want to think about it :) One thing I remember, though, was that I wanted to be stronger and promised that I would be okay without mom if I need to be away from her. I felt very sorry about the event and wouldn't let that happen again. Never.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-874114374580189147?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/874114374580189147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=874114374580189147' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/874114374580189147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/874114374580189147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-ran-away.html' title='When I Ran Away'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-3394922197924802844</id><published>2010-02-04T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T06:26:39.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Types of Marriage</title><content type='html'>To the best of my knowledge, there are 3 types of marriage which are-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Arranged Marriage&lt;br /&gt;2. Love Marriage&lt;br /&gt;3. Lou Marriage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arranged Marriage: This is common among those people who don't have guts to fall in love or who are unable to find partner for themselves. Probably, these people fall in love after their marriage. Most of the arranged couples are ugly...hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Marriage: I kinda like this type of marriage. People love each other and after a couple of years, they marry each other. Don't know much to talk about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lou Marriage: It happens between the couples who are louing each other. This is common among South Indian people. I think Lou marriage is more or less the same with Love Marriage but I assume Love marriage couples are much more developed and beautiful than those people who lou each other. Those who lou each other probably stare at each other all the time as though they find each other so very beautiful. Most of the couples in this category have dark skin and thick oily hair. They also have a very strong body odour and are very much hurry to get into the bus and train when crowded. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-3394922197924802844?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/3394922197924802844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=3394922197924802844' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/3394922197924802844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/3394922197924802844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2010/02/types-of-marriage.html' title='Types of Marriage'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-4155476236164782682</id><published>2010-01-30T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:50:53.821-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haw Report</title><content type='html'>No wonder I was not able to post this on time. (As usual) Due to some technical problem (as said by Tamil people) I couldn't access internet for quite long but it's always great to be back here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember how furious I was when I noticed the price of flight tickets to Aizawl were incredibly high. We somehow managed to get tickets and flew home to spend Christmas after 6 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a present from someone special just in time for me to be able to take pictures of where I had been. I know picture always talks a lot more than words. Thanks honey :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always about &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Meilum and Vawksa Rep&lt;/span&gt; there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TYPTN2VhI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VT0uSe_DymU/s1600-h/DSC00184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TYPTN2VhI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VT0uSe_DymU/s320/DSC00184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432704807883658770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TY7ZzXyWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/_jXWSaKCr-4/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TY7ZzXyWI/AAAAAAAAAXw/_jXWSaKCr-4/s320/DSC00186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432705565565897058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Church on Chirstmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TZUeJ2B1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/dNtArD_B_Ac/s1600-h/DSC00194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TZUeJ2B1I/AAAAAAAAAX4/dNtArD_B_Ac/s320/DSC00194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432705996230625106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I was a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fatu helper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TZvFNgXZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/wOSh_-5HwtU/s1600-h/DSC00281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TZvFNgXZI/AAAAAAAAAYA/wOSh_-5HwtU/s320/DSC00281.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432706453391564178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the evening, I was a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Vawksa Semtu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TdM7fLa4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/Psq88ff3v04/s1600-h/DSC00316.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TdM7fLa4I/AAAAAAAAAYI/Psq88ff3v04/s320/DSC00316.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432710264712293250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka Pu thlan ah te pawh kan kal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TdnAiasDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/N1I75BenJrM/s1600-h/DSC00458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TdnAiasDI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/N1I75BenJrM/s320/DSC00458.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432710712744652850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very long time I got to see my old school (Saidan Sikul) where I completed my I to IV standard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TeNPQmXbI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lacWdqFZseI/s1600-h/DSC00468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TeNPQmXbI/AAAAAAAAAYY/lacWdqFZseI/s320/DSC00468.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432711369531481522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Met an old classmate at Saidan Sikul. He already got married and got a kid as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2Tfco_39YI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9XwQIKmW8Y4/s1600-h/DSC00482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2Tfco_39YI/AAAAAAAAAYo/9XwQIKmW8Y4/s320/DSC00482.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432712733650318722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I got that thing in my lips and it lasted until I came back here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TfsHZyKUI/AAAAAAAAAYw/9SthLBETLKU/s1600-h/DSC00473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TfsHZyKUI/AAAAAAAAAYw/9SthLBETLKU/s320/DSC00473.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432712999510092098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehearsal -- :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TgIzNyjNI/AAAAAAAAAY4/RAmVTeNbdog/s1600-h/DSC00553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TgIzNyjNI/AAAAAAAAAY4/RAmVTeNbdog/s320/DSC00553.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432713492307283154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros and Cons of Me Going Home:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pros - Met my family and friends, had a lot of Vawksa Rep (Smoked Pork?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cons - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Got that red thing in my lips.&lt;br /&gt;2. No recharge (cell phone) available during Chirstmas! &lt;br /&gt;3. Very cold :(&lt;br /&gt;4. Sum a hek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I was glad that I could go home despite all these. Hopefully we'll have a chance to go back home again soon. Until then -- adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-4155476236164782682?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/4155476236164782682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=4155476236164782682' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/4155476236164782682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/4155476236164782682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2010/01/haw-report.html' title='Haw Report'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/S2TYPTN2VhI/AAAAAAAAAXo/VT0uSe_DymU/s72-c/DSC00184.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-7003754735964814544</id><published>2009-12-10T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T07:27:14.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Should Go First?</title><content type='html'>When would you want to be left alone? Or when would you want to leave the one you love to be alone forever? Do you want to go first or would you like to stay behind? The answer is obvious. Either way, life would be miserable!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought of this in your life? As a matter of fact, either of the above cases is going to happen. How hard and tough life would be if I am the one being left behind? Living the rest of my life without someone who I used to laugh with. So I'd choose to be the one who go first. No, I won't. I can never leave someone I love to be alone for her entire life. I have no choice so be it whatever is decided by Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't let you go because I know&lt;br /&gt;How hard life would be without you&lt;br /&gt;I can't leave you because I know&lt;br /&gt;How lonely Heaven would be without you&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather stay in your arms forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-7003754735964814544?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/7003754735964814544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=7003754735964814544' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/7003754735964814544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/7003754735964814544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-should-go-first.html' title='Who Should Go First?'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-1486708252591681903</id><published>2009-09-20T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T08:16:50.888-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHIT CHAT</title><content type='html'>*******DISCLAIMER*********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(A HNUAI A KHAW HMING TE LEH MIHRING HMING TE KHU PHUAHCHAWP VEK A NI A. THU TAK A LAK CHI A NI LO.. LO IN NGAIHBEL IN AWM A NIH PAWH IN MAWH KA PHUR LO ANG).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tun tum chu drama chhuah teks teng. Mizuram Chief Minister Lalphuailuaia, ex-Chief Minister Zoramkhama leh Indya Prime Minister Mcmohan SINGH te chuan conference table chu an thut bial thap a. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalphuailuaia: McMohan, hei Mizuram in sum kan nei leh ta tlat lo mai. Kan rawn fly thla ve leh tawp mai nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McMohan: In van heh em em ve pawisa state tereuhte si! A hmanna tur dik tak ah in hmanglo a niang chu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalphuailuaia: Pathian nung ringtu te kan nia. A hmanna tur ah te chuan hmang te meuh mai. Englo a nia.. MNS ho khian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoramkhama: CongreZ ho a nih kha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalphuailuaia: Sawi pawh sawi hma a i lo in rawlh ve le. Ka chum let tawp mai tur che a nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McMohan: A tawk... ram khat hruaitu ve ve khatia in hnial nghal chiam mai. Tangrual tur awm tak zawk si. In pawisa indaih loh na chhan pawh chu ka hre thiam mai e. A nih leh mirethei tanpuina tur a 15 crores kan pek che u kha in sem zo tawh em ni?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalphuailuaia: Kawng laih tur a awm tawh lo a. Pawisa pawh kha kan dah tha mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McMohan: Enge i thusawi awm zia? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalphuailuaia: Aw mirethei te chuan kawng laih bak thiam an nei hlei nem. Kawng kan laih tir a, tichuan pawisa kha kan hlawh tir mai a lawm. Hrethiam em?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoramkhama: CongreZ ho style hi chu a!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalphuailuaia: Lo tawng ve sek suh Tuirini thleng rawk in ka pet mai ang che.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McMohan: Lei laih tir kher lo chuan hman tangkai na dang in hre hlawl lo em ni? A pawisa hlawm in sem ta ula lei laih tir kher lo in, eizawnna ngial nghet tak bul tan nan te an hmang thei awm sia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoramkhama: Teeeuuuh lo mai! Tape recorder, TV, Karizma tih vel lei na ah a zo vek ang. Kar thum vel sa an hmeh deuh tlut tlut bawk a nga. Chu zawng chu a ni mai. MNS chuan ro han rel ila chu aw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalphuailuaia: Kum 10 ro in rel chhung khan enge in tih? Tihdan tur vak in hriat bik miah loh kha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoramkhama: Tih dan te chu hria e.. a hun kan la tilo mai mai a lawm. Term khat han lal leh chiah ila chuan engkim hi a dik zaih tawh ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McMohan: A lo nih tak chu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalphuailuaia: Pawisa chu min pe leh vat vat teh kan haw duh tawh a nia. Kan nu in rawn haw hma rawh min ti lehnghal. A thin a rim chuan a chi miahlo a nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McMohan: Cheng engzat maw in mamawh a? Pawisa hi in ti reng mai a...thawhchhuah nei bawk si lo chawmhlawm state hi chu a buaithlak a ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalphuailuaia: Sherlui kan khuap mek a, kan zawh hun ah chuan kan rawn tibuai rei vak tawh lo ang che u. Electric lei nan hian kan hmang nasa deuh a lawm le. Builoom ho khi han chhuak zo se la kan ziaawm mai ang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoramkhama: Sherlui tet tet nen..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McMohan: In duh zat chu sawi vat rawh u ka kham tawh teh mai che u a nia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalphuailuaia: Tluklehdingawn Sawmthum panga, vaibelchhe sarih leh nuai sawm kua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoramkhama: Tlem min pek ve loh chuan Shingapore kha a ni mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalphuailuaia: Ka pe ve em em ang che lo tawng tam lo phawt la.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McMohan: Kha... la ula haw chho vat rawh u. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoramkhama: Haw chhoh vat theih pawh a ni lo. Lo hal khu vang in flight an cancel a...buaithlak khawwwpp mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McMohan: Train in haw mai rawh u.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lalphuailuaia: Kan nu in train chuan a phal lo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McMohan: E!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-1486708252591681903?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/1486708252591681903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=1486708252591681903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/1486708252591681903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/1486708252591681903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2009/09/chit-chat.html' title='CHIT CHAT'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-4201819944185517220</id><published>2009-09-14T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T07:41:02.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I WAS A VICTIM OF POLITICAL ISSUES</title><content type='html'>Folks, I'm back from nowhere after a month. Wow!! A lot of updates while I was away from cyberworld. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my understanding, it was a political issue which cut me off from the online world. I was a loyal* customer of Hathway but they needed to close down their operations in Chennai without any prior notice. I couldn't even reach their customer service and was quite frustrated. After many attempts to contact them, I could finally get in touch with one of their representatives and he simply told me that it's due to a political issue and was afraid to make further comments. I figured out later that it was due to this &lt;a href="http://www.india-server.com/news/hathway-internet-services-stopped-in-10050.html"&gt;bullshit&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I realized that there's no more Hathway, I was in touch with other service providers like Airtel, Tata Indicom...etc. I really wanted to have Airtel connection as they provided landline telephone at no charge along with Broadband. However, they didn't have a service in my area so they left me with no other choice but to find another service provider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening when I was back from work, I found an ads left on my doorstep. It was from Airtel and I called them up right away. The very next day, one of their representatives came to my house and collected the necessary documents for a new connection. It was August 6, 2009 when he promised that they'd DEFINITELY give me a new connection by August 15. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big day came but with no words from them. I called them and was informed that it will take another week to have the distribution box opposite to my house activated. He said, "We will DEFINITELY come and give a new connection by August 23." We're patiently waiting until the deadline and yet no words from them. It was the day that I realized what DEFINITELY was for these people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed but we're getting nowhere fast so I called them again. They said it would take another 10 days to activate the box. Finally on September 4, I got a new connection after I had enough of conversation with them. I'd better not mention all the detailed conversation and promises I received such as call backs which never happened. How great thou art!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Conditions Apply&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-4201819944185517220?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/4201819944185517220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=4201819944185517220' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/4201819944185517220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/4201819944185517220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-was-victim-of-political-issues.html' title='I WAS A VICTIM OF POLITICAL ISSUES'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-77592319687804760</id><published>2009-07-21T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T09:56:03.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Few Updates</title><content type='html'>Update 1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new Television: I mean an old television she recently brought in from Mumbai, though it's new to me. My inability to pay for its stand and a dish net begs me to keep it at the corner of my house until the end of this month. I almost forgot to mention - this brings a new (old) DVD player as well. Makes me look like a rich man :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 2. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new Gym Equipment as well: This is very important to me since my weight tends to increase as I go. Though I'm not able to utilize it as of the moment, it's sitting at the corner of my house -- waiting for someone to make use of it before it's getting late. Will probably keep this pending until next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ulcer's back: No restriction in the diet and my desire to have only spicy non-veg dish brings my ulcer back, which I almost forgot for a couple of months. Started taking bread and milk like a new born baby to keep myself alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discussion on CM: This is interesting but shameful at the same time. One of my colleagues called out my name as soon as I entered my office. "David, David," he shouted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is your Chief Minister da?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I simply ignored him since I found no reason as to why this guy would want to know what the name of our CM is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you watch the news today (this) morning a da?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dai..Your Chief Minister said that he was a victim of racism in India da.. But today (this) morning he said in the news -- I never said like that da"!! Samma mokey da (which means very stupid/funny man)!! he continued to yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he was talking about this &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wlNaUUHJFwI&amp;NR=1&amp;feature=fvwp"&gt;NEWS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without much being noticed, we had a small discussion about politics and our CM for the first time in my office :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update 5. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Received an Award: We just finished to have a quarterly business review and fortunately, I was awarded for being the best Quality Analyst in our program. It isn't something to brag about, though I would like to mention here among my updates; given I'm kinda running out of words. The award comprises of a transparent trophy, kind of a glass type which has a golf ball on top of it, a green T-shirt bearing our company logo and a big hand bag. My gratitude towards Almighty, who gives me the strength to achieve this award for the second time :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Faithfully,&lt;br /&gt;Dave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-77592319687804760?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/77592319687804760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=77592319687804760' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/77592319687804760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/77592319687804760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2009/07/few-updates.html' title='A Few Updates'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-7143226866168860409</id><published>2009-06-28T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:18:29.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Tips</title><content type='html'>The death of Michael Jackson definitely was one of the best sources to make money for many retailers. Sure enough, &lt;a href="http://amazon.com"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt; is one of them. Probably it would be one of the contact drivers in their call centers around the globe. Of course, people give more value to heroes especially when they passed away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://amazon.com"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt;, one of the biggest online retailers displayed a brief note about Michael Jackson at the right top corner of their web site, which really attracted the minds of many customers. How much profit would they make? In other words, how much would they lose if they had not displayed it? Jeff Bezos, the CEO of &lt;a href="http://amazon.com"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt; may even want to sing this song –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi te tana vanduaina tinreng lo thleng hi&lt;br /&gt;Kei misual ber tan malsawmna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Out of my curiosity, I just checked out their music &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/bestsellers/music/ref=sv_m_3"&gt;sales rank&lt;/a&gt; and I could not believe my eyes. Fifteen of MJ’s albums were on the top list within a single day. &lt;a href="http://amazon.com"&gt;Amazon.com&lt;/a&gt; really make use of MJ's death to market his albums.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is much more interesting. It’s not about MJ; it’s not about death either. Once, some employees from our organization raised their concern about the outrageous price of food in our cafeteria. After the management looked into the issue, one of the caters reduced the price of meals to Rs 28 from Rs 30. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, they simply said that they don't have change and promised to return Rs 2 on the next day. This happened in most of their sales. Who on earth would think of getting back this small amount? They still earn the same amount they used to before the price of an item was reduced. Should anyone raise a complain, they'd simply point at their menu and say, "Hey! Can't you see this? It's Rs 28 not 30 idiot!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This gives me a new idea and thought it would be helpful in future if I’d like to engage myself in business. As such, I used to get a lot of better ideas but as for me, I’m not sure of which would go in line with this kind of tricks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-7143226866168860409?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/7143226866168860409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=7143226866168860409' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/7143226866168860409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/7143226866168860409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2009/06/business-tips.html' title='Business Tips'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-7676873385572413401</id><published>2009-06-21T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T00:51:06.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I get knocked down</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure if this is due to the damn freaky hot climate but the only thing I know is I really want to get out of this shit. Gone are the days when I used to be active as someone and even blew things out of the water! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sj80i8jSOaI/AAAAAAAAAXg/HdlRqmmJKTc/s1600-h/sad_man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sj80i8jSOaI/AAAAAAAAAXg/HdlRqmmJKTc/s320/sad_man.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350052657313757602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huis..laziness took over my mind, my body and my everything. Perhaps not my mind because sometimes I used to think about doing something useful. Much to my dismay, these are only dreams because I could not take efforts to achieve what I had in my mind. This really makes me weak and leaves me in despair. I know they're quite simple for most of the people though, to me it's as hard as breaking the bones. I really wish to:-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Get up early in the morning, say around 6.00 am and get ready for work by 7.30 am.&lt;br /&gt;2. Coming back from work, wash my clothes and clean the house promptly.&lt;br /&gt;3. Come out with different ideas of cooking and prepare a nice dinner everyday.&lt;br /&gt;4. Read some novels in my free time and learn good things from there.&lt;br /&gt;5. Pray with full commitment and read the Bible everyday.&lt;br /&gt;6. Be a man who really is worth to depend on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given the circumstances, I feel like I have been pushed to the innermost place of this world and being knocked down somewhere in the corner. I'm on my way getting back on the right track and hopefully this won't take much time. This is my Prayer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-7676873385572413401?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/7676873385572413401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=7676873385572413401' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/7676873385572413401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/7676873385572413401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-get-knocked-down.html' title='I get knocked down'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sj80i8jSOaI/AAAAAAAAAXg/HdlRqmmJKTc/s72-c/sad_man.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-5181894192788782865</id><published>2009-06-13T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T07:06:23.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vandaloor Zoo</title><content type='html'>I'm not in a mood to write these days but to simply fill in the spaces, let me bring in a couple of pictures I've taken from Vandaloor Zoo, Chennai. After riding more than 20 kilometers from Chennai, a very hot place, burning like a hell was waiting for us with these animals in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SjOuFemUFWI/AAAAAAAAAW4/e9wFOqEKK8c/s1600-h/DSC02398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SjOuFemUFWI/AAAAAAAAAW4/e9wFOqEKK8c/s320/DSC02398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346808591755253090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SjOvTbOkNiI/AAAAAAAAAXA/HznDGG8W3V0/s1600-h/a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SjOvTbOkNiI/AAAAAAAAAXA/HznDGG8W3V0/s320/a.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346809930880136738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SjOwC1vPVQI/AAAAAAAAAXI/xuGIfYiyap8/s1600-h/c.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SjOwC1vPVQI/AAAAAAAAAXI/xuGIfYiyap8/s320/c.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346810745450353922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SjOwcui-7HI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/YyoMUx85NDE/s1600-h/e.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SjOwcui-7HI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/YyoMUx85NDE/s320/e.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346811190196497522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SjOxSBAhxgI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hycL8OtfZ4k/s1600-h/s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SjOxSBAhxgI/AAAAAAAAAXY/hycL8OtfZ4k/s320/s.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346812105685321218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-vqoY2OJm8/SjOx-qXWE1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/gsL7FLH173g/s1600-h/sakhi.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_U-vqoY2OJm8/SjOx-qXWE1I/AAAAAAAAAAo/gsL7FLH173g/s320/sakhi.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346812872701121362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-5181894192788782865?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/5181894192788782865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=5181894192788782865' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/5181894192788782865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/5181894192788782865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2009/06/vandaloor-zoo.html' title='Vandaloor Zoo'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SjOuFemUFWI/AAAAAAAAAW4/e9wFOqEKK8c/s72-c/DSC02398.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-3823856983178156896</id><published>2009-05-14T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:51:10.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are engaged!</title><content type='html'>As in one of the songs by Firehouse, I've finally made up my mind choosing someone to tie the knot with. We started as a friend and then end up with this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, now we're one step closer to say "I Do".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was on April 17, 2009 that I gave her a ring, as every engaged person is supposed to. Haha..it was funny to ask if she's willing to marry me for her entire life despite how close we are to each other. With all my efforts, I asked her and she said, "Yes" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sgw5D3u8UlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/GiqUP9W4uco/s1600-h/SDC12511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sgw5D3u8UlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/GiqUP9W4uco/s320/SDC12511.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335702397190427218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sgw6HAf17SI/AAAAAAAAAWY/baKB7vxA_Nk/s1600-h/SDC12504.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sgw6HAf17SI/AAAAAAAAAWY/baKB7vxA_Nk/s320/SDC12504.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335703550594247970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If things work out as we planned, we will be having an engagement party on June 12, in celebration to her birthday as well. We would love to invite everyone &lt;br /&gt;to join us on this very special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, it appears somebody might as well write in here. Being a novel freak and a constant reader, I believe she'll be able to make out a couple of nice stories and thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grow old with me!  The best is yet to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sgw7ReDRcmI/AAAAAAAAAWg/9okuhg5af3g/s1600-h/SDC12454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sgw7ReDRcmI/AAAAAAAAAWg/9okuhg5af3g/s320/SDC12454.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335704829837800034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sgw8wfb5afI/AAAAAAAAAWo/YGOFLhYw9lY/s1600-h/SDC12470.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sgw8wfb5afI/AAAAAAAAAWo/YGOFLhYw9lY/s320/SDC12470.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335706462297090546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sgw9w1F1cHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ipb8T4ZY4Tc/s1600-h/SDC12523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sgw9w1F1cHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/ipb8T4ZY4Tc/s320/SDC12523.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335707567621763186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-3823856983178156896?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/3823856983178156896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=3823856983178156896' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/3823856983178156896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/3823856983178156896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2009/05/we-are-engaged.html' title='We are engaged!'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sgw5D3u8UlI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/GiqUP9W4uco/s72-c/SDC12511.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-6388439437395627083</id><published>2009-04-22T22:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T22:47:05.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naupan Lai: Hming Vanga Buaina</title><content type='html'>Tunlai in Mizo tawng ziah dan dik leh dik lo tih vel post te ka chhiar a. Tlem in min ti tim ve deuh. Ka ziak pawp pawp a nga, a diklo a awm pawn min hau su.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SfAAHWy4g4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/VB4sdgSEz_s/s1600-h/DSC01166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SfAAHWy4g4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/VB4sdgSEz_s/s320/DSC01166.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327758485557379970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kan Tet Lai: Hmarveng Biakin Kawt ah Ka Unaute Nen Thla Kan La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kan naupan lai chuan Saidan ah kan inkhawm thin. Sikul pawh kha Saidan sikul atang khan pawl li ka pass a nia. Saidan chu kan ngaihdan chuan thing tak a ni ringawt. Kha tih hunlai kha chuan concrete bulding hi Saidan ah khan a la awm lo in ka hria. Rangva in nei te kha chu hausa tak an ni mai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuan ka mizo hming hi ka zahpui thin a. Sikul ah leh Biakin ah hian ka ziak tel ngai lo. Ka first name chuah hi ka ziak a, a tih mizo nan a hma ah Lal ka belh kher zel. Laldavid-a kha ka hming pum a ni mai pawl li kan nih thleng khan. Chuan Saidan kohhran atangin Hmarveng ah kan pem a, tlem in boruak hip pawh a changkang deuh. Hmarveng kha chu member pawh an lo tam zawk a, zai te pawh a nuam tham.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presbyterian pawh kan inti ngai lo a. Eng Kohhran nge i nih min tih kha chuan Mission kan ti tawp zel. Tunah hian naupang ho hian an la ti thin a ngem le? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sawi leh ta thin ila, ka mizo hming ka duh loh thin zia kha aw. Saidan ah kha chuan buaina ka tawk hran lo. Laldavid-a kha ka ni mai a. Tuman tunge i mizo hming min ti ngai lo. Mahse pawl li kan han exam dawn a, board exam a ni si. Buaina ka tawk ta! Kan zirtirtu Pu Chawnga'n office ah min ko a. "Mizo hming i neih a ngai" a ti a. Ka thin chu a sa but but a. Ka sawi ngam bawk si lo ka hming pum kha. Ka ngawi reng a. Pu Chawnga vek chuan-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eng hnam nge in nih?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmar Varte" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chuti chu David Varte tiin kan ziak mai ang i hming hi."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmingpum ziah ai chuan a zia deuh in ka hria a. Ka lung chu a awi zan chuang lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmar nih hi kan duh lo thei lutuk a. A chhan chu kan hmuh phak a Hmar ho kha kei ni ai a bal leh berh ve leh chhawng kha an nia. Kan zak deuh thin a. Kan hnam pawh hi ka nu in min hrilh tirh chuan ka duh lo a. Mahse, i duh e maw duh lo e maw, i nih tho tho a ngai a lawm a ti miau sia. Phur lo zet in Hmar Varte chu kan nih ve tak kha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pawl nga kan han nia. Saidan sikul ah kal reng theih tawh hek loh. Buaina hlir buaina hlir. Kan zirtirtu te khan ka hming ang kha an lo la hmu ngai si lo. Hming an han lam a, kan buai leh deuh nak thin. A tir lam phei kha chuan kan pawl a mi te ho kha ka hre hlawm vak bawk si lo a. Zahthlak duh haih haih thin teh mai a nia! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nikhat chu Pu Ralliantawna'n, "Mizo hming i nei lo a mi?" tiin min han zawt leh a. Chutah ka bul a thu Zothantluanga chuan ring leng lawng hian ka mizo hming chu an sawi mai ah! Ka thin a sa up up a, ka thlan a tla zawih zawih bawk a. Kha mi ni khan Zothantluanga kha ka va han ngei tak e aw.....!! Ngam ila chuan tlai ban ah a bek ah arsa ka pe hrim hrim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuan ka hming chu an han siam tha ta a. Tun thleng hian ka la pu hlen ve ta zel a ni.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-6388439437395627083?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/6388439437395627083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=6388439437395627083' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/6388439437395627083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/6388439437395627083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2009/04/naupan-lai-hming-vanga-buaina.html' title='Naupan Lai: Hming Vanga Buaina'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SfAAHWy4g4I/AAAAAAAAAWI/VB4sdgSEz_s/s72-c/DSC01166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-2039325366225458627</id><published>2009-04-20T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T20:41:53.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reading Mizo</title><content type='html'>Reading isn't really my passion yet I still remember myself reading a Mizo Newspaper &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Aizawl Thupuan to be exact)&lt;/span&gt; while traveling in a local train on the way to my college. It was almost a decade ago. A Tamilian Guy sitting right beside me looked over the page I was on, as if he understood what's written there. Later, he asked me if I was reading a Spanish Newspaper. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No," I answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What language then?" He continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said it's a Mizo Newspaper and he continued to ask me what the Mizo was. Finally, I reached my destination and got down from the train before he asked me who my girlfriend was and how I met her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of weeks back, I took my fiancee to airport and I was outside reading a Mizo Novel while she was in there. Thih Sak Pawh Ka Ngam by Darrokima, which is about their childhood back in seventies I believe. Every night, I used to have my fiancee read this book for me and I was on the page, which she was about to continue for the next night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really enjoyed these lines-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sikul a han thlen chuan lalzira'n a lo pan vat a:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rema, tukinah i insil em?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teuh nang, ka hmai chu ka phih."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lal a lo kal dawn a, Pu Thanga'n fai a en dawn an ti."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Fai en ni a ni awzawng lo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nilo mah se, Lal a lo kal dawn vangin a en dawn an ti vek a lawm."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ho e, hmai ka phih tho a."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rokhuma pawh insil tur in a haw leh a..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Haw peih tawh awzawng lo!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pawilo, min hrem na lutuk vak chuang lo ang ti raw...?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I even like this conversation much more -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"EE chu eng nge?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ka hre bik lo. An thu lutuk an ti. Fakmawia pa chuan Aizawl leh Sialsuk inkar ah EE chu a thu ber a ti. An hausa rap a la ti zui mawle!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"SDO ai chuan an hausak bik ka ring miah lo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Teuh lo mai! Fakmawia pa chuan SDO hian pawisa thingrem khat nei ta sela, EE chuan thingrem thum vel an nei ang a ti mawle!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was on these conversation, a man next to my bench asked me if I was reading a Korean Novel. I just said Nope and left the place before he asked me what the actual content of the book was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-2039325366225458627?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/2039325366225458627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=2039325366225458627' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2039325366225458627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2039325366225458627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2009/04/reading-mizo.html' title='Reading Mizo'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-6832982628249442018</id><published>2009-03-23T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T10:37:59.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Frets on Fire</title><content type='html'>Fifa game used to be my all time favorite, but now it's far less than positive. I don't even remember the last time I played Fifa game. I'm no longer a big fan of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I'm now addicted to Frets on Fire, more or less similar to Guitar Hero. I once tried to install Guitar Hero but was not successful due to my impatience to wait until I completely download a 4GB game. Recently, I got this tiny one called Frets on Fire, which is not much different to that of the Guitar Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/ScfDoKJQF7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/Qpr-4ufL-6o/s1600-h/1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/ScfDoKJQF7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/Qpr-4ufL-6o/s320/1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316432979819501490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tutorial is really funny. It gives you only 6 keys given that you're really suck and prompted you to sell your keyboard at E-Bay rather than being a sucker.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing is what's there in the picture. Playing the keyboard like a guitar is very funny but interesting. All you need is F1 to F5 keys and Enter. F1 to F5 keys are Frets 1 to 5 and Enter is your Guitar pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's much easier to pick the guitar (keyboard) when you bring it up side down and play it like a real guitar as shown in the above picture. I find it difficult to press the F5 key though, when the play is really fast. A team work may also do the trick sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/ScfEhXNRk5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/3kN3FqYxK4E/s1600-h/2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/ScfEhXNRk5I/AAAAAAAAAVY/3kN3FqYxK4E/s320/2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316433962578580370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are 5 guitar strings and all you need to do is pressing the corresponding F Keys along with enter to pluck the string. When you correctly press the fret and pluck the string, you will see a light glowing in the guitar string.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/ScfFclD-KKI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VRZVuZnpaN8/s1600-h/3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/ScfFclD-KKI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VRZVuZnpaN8/s320/3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316434979909937314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's much more interesting when you have a bunch of songs loaded into the game. I prefer guitar solo rather than these normal songs since I can sweep my guitar all day long. I'm much better in playing my keyboard rather than a real guitar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/ScfGRLnhF4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/JRNxxDVfN3s/s1600-h/4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/ScfGRLnhF4I/AAAAAAAAAVo/JRNxxDVfN3s/s320/4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316435883612772226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a beginner, it is quite tough to play fast music like hard rock, really fast plucking and tapping. I always prefer slow and steady songs such as the above one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to try it out, click &lt;a href="http://sourceforge.net/project/downloading.php?groupname=fretsonfire&amp;filename=FretsOnFire-1.3.110-win32.zip&amp;use_mirror="&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to download it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will need to manually upload songs for the game. You'll find a bunch in &lt;a href="http://torrentz.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Torrentz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-6832982628249442018?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/6832982628249442018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=6832982628249442018' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/6832982628249442018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/6832982628249442018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2009/03/frets-on-fire.html' title='Frets on Fire'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/ScfDoKJQF7I/AAAAAAAAAVI/Qpr-4ufL-6o/s72-c/1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-616641127736551817</id><published>2009-03-04T03:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T03:39:33.355-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday II</title><content type='html'>A different one this time, not the lovely one who had since gone to rest in peace and wait for us there. Matt, another lovely gift of God celebrated his first birthday on February 21, 2009. A few good men and women gathered on this occasion to share the joy of his parents and grand parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a couple of the birthday pictures for your viewing pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As we gathered on your Birthday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sa5ka_RbECI/AAAAAAAAAUw/OvD7gm6KnqU/s1600-h/30185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sa5ka_RbECI/AAAAAAAAAUw/OvD7gm6KnqU/s320/30185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309291425540280354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Honey fed the child:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sa5nnT8NiXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AlkkGIqGw5I/s1600-h/30208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sa5nnT8NiXI/AAAAAAAAAU4/AlkkGIqGw5I/s320/30208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309294935781771634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Birthday Presents:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sa5n7aLGCcI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GeLWceEjSa8/s1600-h/30214.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sa5n7aLGCcI/AAAAAAAAAVA/GeLWceEjSa8/s320/30214.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309295281052191170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you live long little kiddo and we're looking forward to seeing your next birthday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-616641127736551817?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/616641127736551817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=616641127736551817' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/616641127736551817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/616641127736551817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-ii.html' title='Happy Birthday II'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/Sa5ka_RbECI/AAAAAAAAAUw/OvD7gm6KnqU/s72-c/30185.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-8364208461428044225</id><published>2009-02-19T23:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T23:35:54.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>I can't even believe I'm back here, yet I'm glad I still remember my password. Those holidays were really hectic and left me a lot of works to deal with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, it was not a great holiday for me. We had to work like a machine until late in the morning. Plus Granpa has gone just a week before Christmas and my family had to spend Christmas without him. I applied leave for a week so that I could spend Christmas along with my family given that everyone missed Grandpa. It took a week to make a decision whether or not to approve my request and by the time Christmas was over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unlike the past, we spent Christmas in Pondicherry and I regret that we did not even have a camera that I could share a couple of pictures herewith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much time these days to write though, I just thought that I'd make this post since today is Adrian's first birthday if he had not passed away. He would probably celebrate his birthday in Heaven with angels around to sing him a Happy Birthday song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honey, if you were still alive,&lt;br /&gt;I would buy you birthday gifts,&lt;br /&gt;You no longer need these, though&lt;br /&gt;For you have been there in a better place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-8364208461428044225?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/8364208461428044225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=8364208461428044225' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/8364208461428044225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/8364208461428044225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-4308376693551696759</id><published>2008-12-16T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T02:23:03.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the World of Flowering</title><content type='html'>I could no longer recall the exact date and time when I was working on accomplishing one of the most important events in my life - flowering. After I have successfully arranged everything in place, I was asking myself if I was some kind of the so called PHERH. Hopefully not, and it doesn't really matter as long as it is appreciated by the intended recipient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought an empty stand (don't know what it is specifically) with a small sponge and a bunch of flowers. I was heading towards my house in order to achieve my project. This is how it goes -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, cut off the unneeded portion which could probably be called - Scrubbing. Fixed each stalk in their respective positions and covered up with leaves and filled the empty spaces with rest of the flowers. Sprayed water on the flowers and I was ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's beautiful indeed but does not even compare the beauty of the recipient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SUfB8WMD6EI/AAAAAAAAATg/YCRML2Yuod0/s1600-h/DSC01546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SUfB8WMD6EI/AAAAAAAAATg/YCRML2Yuod0/s320/DSC01546.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280402330607675458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-4308376693551696759?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/4308376693551696759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=4308376693551696759' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/4308376693551696759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/4308376693551696759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-step-closer-to-romantic.html' title='Into the World of Flowering'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SUfB8WMD6EI/AAAAAAAAATg/YCRML2Yuod0/s72-c/DSC01546.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-3717182430287714542</id><published>2008-12-07T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T02:48:10.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few Updates from Chennai</title><content type='html'>A non-stop rain for 3 days with no power was way past due, yet I would like to mention about it with some of its impacts. It was a couple of weeks back I believe, that some kind of cyclone brought significant amount of rain which changed the entire lives of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard from the phone call that this was going to happen but did not pay much attention. When it continued to rain for two days, all the roads and places were covered with a large body of water, giving no space to walk. Plus, there was no power until the rain completely stopped. Despite the heavy rain, there was no water in my room for time being since we could not run the water pump due to power outage.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A street right before my doorstep was full of water, for which I could avail one day leave :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/STuZ_R2aN9I/AAAAAAAAASo/KsOD9Ad--Es/s1600-h/DSC01525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/STuZ_R2aN9I/AAAAAAAAASo/KsOD9Ad--Es/s320/DSC01525.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276980700797089746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/STuckhuCfqI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZLng8PJy1aY/s1600-h/DSC01527.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/STuckhuCfqI/AAAAAAAAASw/ZLng8PJy1aY/s320/DSC01527.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276983539735363234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life with no power for three days was very unusual. One night we were running out of candles so I went out to buy one. I could find no candle in the near by shop, which was very unusual indeed. It reminded me of some economical terms such as utility, value...etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the rain stopped and lives were back on track, I started watching this show with the influence of somebody which turned me out to be a Prison Freak. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/STue58C4xuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/o7m_17lWowY/s1600-h/vlcsnap-403141.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/STue58C4xuI/AAAAAAAAAS4/o7m_17lWowY/s320/vlcsnap-403141.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276986106602637026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/STuflruH9YI/AAAAAAAAATA/n_IonzDT0gg/s1600-h/vlcsnap-404063.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/STuflruH9YI/AAAAAAAAATA/n_IonzDT0gg/s320/vlcsnap-404063.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276986858134828418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/STugC0udOlI/AAAAAAAAATI/WTBiQ52u00I/s1600-h/vlcsnap-404161.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 181px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/STugC0udOlI/AAAAAAAAATI/WTBiQ52u00I/s320/vlcsnap-404161.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276987358768347730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a kind of celebration that the rain had stopped, for the first time in Chennai, I've got a chance to hang out with someone in KFC. I was stupid that I did not think about taking some pictures of the stuffs we had but wasting my time watching these Korean kids sitting right next to our table. I could remember the elder brother calling his younger brother..Chianglo! In fact, it was something like Xhiang Hao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chianglo-a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/STukJXJBNeI/AAAAAAAAATQ/klMtOMXCo08/s1600-h/DSC01533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/STukJXJBNeI/AAAAAAAAATQ/klMtOMXCo08/s320/DSC01533.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276991869132289506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Chianglo-a with his big bro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/STulUArL2lI/AAAAAAAAATY/hRHSPptEXBU/s1600-h/DSC01535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/STulUArL2lI/AAAAAAAAATY/hRHSPptEXBU/s320/DSC01535.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276993151591766610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-3717182430287714542?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/3717182430287714542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=3717182430287714542' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/3717182430287714542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/3717182430287714542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/12/chennai-back-on-track.html' title='Few Updates from Chennai'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/STuZ_R2aN9I/AAAAAAAAASo/KsOD9Ad--Es/s72-c/DSC01525.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-8162606379260453809</id><published>2008-11-24T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T02:16:08.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Angel</title><content type='html'>Living on the edge of the world&lt;br /&gt;No further place to go&lt;br /&gt;An Angel appeared and changed my life&lt;br /&gt;Gave me a new song to sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born with perfection is my Angel&lt;br /&gt;Who doesn't care if I'm perfect though&lt;br /&gt;Wiped my tears away when I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;Gave me a reason to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The higher she flies the higher my mind goes&lt;br /&gt;Eagerly waiting for her to come back home&lt;br /&gt;With my arms wide open, here I'm standing&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to have you by my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She may find someone who loves her&lt;br /&gt;She may even find who can love her better&lt;br /&gt;But I swear she will not find&lt;br /&gt;Who needs her more than I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure as a morning dew is my angel&lt;br /&gt;Bright as the sun in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Shining like the stars at night&lt;br /&gt;Perfect Angel this I call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish this last for a life time&lt;br /&gt;With much stronger feelings each day as we go&lt;br /&gt;Though I'm not a rich man this I promise&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you everything if you give me true love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-8162606379260453809?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/8162606379260453809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=8162606379260453809' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/8162606379260453809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/8162606379260453809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/11/perfect-angel_24.html' title='Perfect Angel'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-2506828150213470517</id><published>2008-11-19T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T17:01:06.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>His Ninth Month</title><content type='html'>Had he gone through the pain and survived, Adrian would be completing his 9th month tomorrow, i.e. November 20, 2008. Today, being the 6th month since he was taken away urged me to write these few lines with a couple of his latest photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSP8objq_rI/AAAAAAAAASI/u3dMAaoUvZU/s1600-h/DSC01151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSP8objq_rI/AAAAAAAAASI/u3dMAaoUvZU/s320/DSC01151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270333760475954866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I used to wonder what if you're still alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What if I was with you when you're gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;What if you were not taken to the hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Even what if you had not existed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSP9Lhjv80I/AAAAAAAAASQ/_-QK-Sya-s0/s1600-h/DSC01158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSP9Lhjv80I/AAAAAAAAASQ/_-QK-Sya-s0/s320/DSC01158.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270334363382313794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I know you still exist somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Even though you're no longer here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I believe in my heart we will soon meet somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where you will never leave me again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSP-H3g8nWI/AAAAAAAAASY/dsWmUz9uaXE/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSP-H3g8nWI/AAAAAAAAASY/dsWmUz9uaXE/s320/DSC01157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270335400068291938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Adrian died, he was about to complete his third month, 2 months and 29 days to be exact and he was still considered as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hlamzuih.&lt;/span&gt; They kept a coin on his forehead, with an egg right beside him, as they would for any other babies who passed away before they complete their third month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSP_yml13vI/AAAAAAAAASg/XrnLUEBtoq4/s1600-h/ka+hmangaih.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSP_yml13vI/AAAAAAAAASg/XrnLUEBtoq4/s320/ka+hmangaih.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270337233771421426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Honey, I miss you so very much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-2506828150213470517?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/2506828150213470517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=2506828150213470517' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2506828150213470517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2506828150213470517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/11/his-ninth-month.html' title='His Ninth Month'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSP8objq_rI/AAAAAAAAASI/u3dMAaoUvZU/s72-c/DSC01151.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-2739684320980789429</id><published>2008-11-16T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T08:38:23.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Photography II</title><content type='html'>Holiday season is on its way and it keeps me busy with many things, especially in the office. That said I don't even have much time to visit this page, forget about new posts! Just to keep it updated here I bring yet a couple of my recent pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We recently bought new chairs, which I would like to mention here. No space to keep these stuffs though, they still look great in the photograph :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBMMVX_gfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hEeBUwe3iFY/s1600-h/DSC01100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBMMVX_gfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hEeBUwe3iFY/s320/DSC01100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269295338803397106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick shot from local train while it's still moving. This is Indira Nagar, which probably is one of the most beautiful roads in Chennai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBNVJdd_2I/AAAAAAAAARA/rFqO10fbpJ8/s1600-h/DSC01027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBNVJdd_2I/AAAAAAAAARA/rFqO10fbpJ8/s320/DSC01027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269296589735591778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a strange picture from Sarah and I wonder as to whether this is considered as child abuse or not. Please chime into this and shed some lights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBOrJ435CI/AAAAAAAAARI/sra78GnfcYk/s1600-h/17092008(002).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBOrJ435CI/AAAAAAAAARI/sra78GnfcYk/s320/17092008(002).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269298067319284770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me half day to go to Spencers Plaza. Got nothing but these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBPzV3qV_I/AAAAAAAAARQ/9jisGqghfOQ/s1600-h/DSC01142.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBPzV3qV_I/AAAAAAAAARQ/9jisGqghfOQ/s320/DSC01142.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269299307486009330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBQiZvx80I/AAAAAAAAARY/NonzMjzqOrY/s1600-h/DSC01145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBQiZvx80I/AAAAAAAAARY/NonzMjzqOrY/s320/DSC01145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269300115980546882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chepauk Train Station, Chennai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBRk2YM3lI/AAAAAAAAARg/spw0JGE-gYA/s1600-h/DSC01046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 180px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBRk2YM3lI/AAAAAAAAARg/spw0JGE-gYA/s320/DSC01046.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269301257537642066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got this chance to reveal who my house owner is. She looks great! Isn't she? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBUbWDliKI/AAAAAAAAARo/NoYQHe91_G0/s1600-h/DSC01083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBUbWDliKI/AAAAAAAAARo/NoYQHe91_G0/s320/DSC01083.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269304392777304226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My House Owner Celebrity Look Alike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBqBU3A72I/AAAAAAAAASA/AhjvCx3WNkY/s1600-h/110672_03654790960294e78xiz97.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBqBU3A72I/AAAAAAAAASA/AhjvCx3WNkY/s320/110672_03654790960294e78xiz97.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269328135035350882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka Chiahpuam ve! Nupui man tur a ka khawl ka hawng a, a daih tawh! A man a chhiar :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBcfsarRzI/AAAAAAAAARw/TAM_P9glmJs/s1600-h/DSC01263.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBcfsarRzI/AAAAAAAAARw/TAM_P9glmJs/s320/DSC01263.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269313263592228658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBdGgUzx0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/higjZ5ijX74/s1600-h/DSC01261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBdGgUzx0I/AAAAAAAAAR4/higjZ5ijX74/s320/DSC01261.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269313930361292610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-2739684320980789429?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/2739684320980789429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=2739684320980789429' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2739684320980789429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2739684320980789429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-photography-ii.html' title='My Photography II'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SSBMMVX_gfI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/hEeBUwe3iFY/s72-c/DSC01100.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-7684100583987177124</id><published>2008-11-09T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T21:13:31.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Photography</title><content type='html'>Don't know what to write this time but I bring you a couple of pictures I have taken few days ago. Pictures talk a lot more than words an tia mi kha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my office, Sutherland Global Services. It may not look as good as it should be because I am not familiar with all the ins and outs of DSC-W120 Sony Cybershot to capture the best picture of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes for Nancy and Dami: Which serves my body for 37 months :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SRe6xu-upFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/mWhopfzwSJ8/s1600-h/DSC01002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SRe6xu-upFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/mWhopfzwSJ8/s320/DSC01002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266883652820575314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unknown lake beside the railway station in Velachery. It looks much better and beautiful in the photograph rather than the actual one. In other words, I would rather say, "The lake is photogenic." :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SRe-Y6dRGtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hhiqbqfyHqw/s1600-h/DSC01010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SRe-Y6dRGtI/AAAAAAAAAQI/hhiqbqfyHqw/s320/DSC01010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266887624451234514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangha te pawh kan nei ve luam, uih teh mai nia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SRe_oRV0lEI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Ev12xsSbpu0/s1600-h/DSC01004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SRe_oRV0lEI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Ev12xsSbpu0/s320/DSC01004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266888987803685954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot and Sour Chicken soup and Chilly Chicken made in Chennai:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SRfAieWyKZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FxihXJtAeBM/s1600-h/DSC01015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SRfAieWyKZI/AAAAAAAAAQY/FxihXJtAeBM/s320/DSC01015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266889987729795474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night view of Velachery, Vijaya Nagar Bus Stand:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SRfBSCELxzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/il5MyhX-Hrw/s1600-h/DSC01018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SRfBSCELxzI/AAAAAAAAAQg/il5MyhX-Hrw/s320/DSC01018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266890804769310514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam zial pawh ka thiam:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SRfCXOl5mdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oZkMXj2uKhM/s1600-h/DSC00942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SRfCXOl5mdI/AAAAAAAAAQo/oZkMXj2uKhM/s320/DSC00942.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266891993542924754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-7684100583987177124?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/7684100583987177124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=7684100583987177124' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/7684100583987177124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/7684100583987177124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-photography.html' title='My Photography'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SRe6xu-upFI/AAAAAAAAAQA/mWhopfzwSJ8/s72-c/DSC01002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-3719563000383086431</id><published>2008-10-19T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T18:44:52.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vodka to Digene</title><content type='html'>After a long time and may be for the last, I bought half a bottle of Vodka and spent the whole night drinking this. Being an idiot who does not know much about liquors, it was the cheapest and the lowest quality ever among Vodka family, most likely full of spirit. They call it MGM Vodka, which one could get for 130 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice though, spending the whole night drinking, chatting and laughing together, peeping the world through our swollen eyes. Right from the next morning, I could easily determine what's wrong with me. There was nothing else to be blamed other than this vodka as to why I always get burning sensation around my abdomen. Day by day the pain tended to increase and finally I needed to meet a doc!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My doc asked me if I smoke or drink. Well, I was quite sure as to what the reason for this pain would be and said, "Yep I drank a couple of days back."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me to lie down on the bed and started pressing all over my abdomen. While getting up from the bed, I dropped my mobile phone under the bed. I tried locating myself but it was not that easy. Finally, I was able to locate at the corner of the room with my friend's help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He started writing down the lists of things which I'm not supposed to take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Oily food&lt;br /&gt;2. Coffee and Tea&lt;br /&gt;3. Spicy food&lt;br /&gt;4. Pickle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could live without everything except the first one. Non-oily food, I could never imagine what the taste would be. He also started listing a couple of stuffs which I should be taking, among which curd and milk are the only things I could remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now milk and bread are my best friends, nothing else. They help me save a lot of time, which I would have spent for cooking if I was to make a normal dish. A good way to count my blessing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nopes. Due to a few glasses of vodka, I have to avoid and say bye for a while to many of my favorite dishes. Digene and water being my favorite drinks for all these days. Poor man I am!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-3719563000383086431?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/3719563000383086431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=3719563000383086431' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/3719563000383086431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/3719563000383086431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/10/vodka-to-digene.html' title='Vodka to Digene'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-3318042730490387741</id><published>2008-10-05T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T13:27:26.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrity Collage</title><content type='html'>Hahaha... Tried my best and came out with this piece of shit. I wanted to compare myself with male celebrities but could possibly make this out with all my efforts. Perhaps I was meant to be a female hihihi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/O/storage/site1/files/85/15/92/851592_76307870129e846j0xqj86.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com"  &gt;MyHeritage&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/celebrity-collage"  &gt;Celebrity Collage&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/ancestory"  &gt;Ancestory&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/page/vintage-photos"  &gt;Vintage photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.10NXC/bHQ9MTIyMzIzNzkyODAwMCZwdD*xMjIzMjM3OTUyNTE1JnA9MTEwNTcxJmQ9Y29sbGFnZSZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*yJnQ9Jm89NDNmZDY3Y2UyNmM*NDBmNmE2ZTYzNDBhM2Y4MTAxM2Y=.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-3318042730490387741?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/3318042730490387741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=3318042730490387741' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/3318042730490387741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/3318042730490387741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/10/celebrity-collage.html' title='Celebrity Collage'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-6353714904027824410</id><published>2008-09-30T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:18:35.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marriage - Do It At Your Own Risk!</title><content type='html'>I'm not a married man (half married eh!), though, I could say that marriage is not about sleeping together and having sex at night. Having much deeper thought of it makes me afraid to get married sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SOLBVgbtTiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xVVZXADgJYk/s1600-h/7k58.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SOLBVgbtTiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xVVZXADgJYk/s320/7k58.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251972690694983202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Marriage is about sharing everything through the life's ups and downs. There are a couple of things which I won't like to share with someone, especially my toothbrush :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I will have to live my life for somebody else, no matter how much or less they love me. It could even be much worse than being a slave* (*Conditions Apply)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There will always be someone behind me, tracing out everything what I have done. I may even sometimes relate myself to a prisoner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I will be bound by a number of restrictions, depending upon how strict my partner would be. Obviously, I must not speak or get in touch with some of my old party dolls eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hello!! Marriage is a life time commitment, not a one night stand. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I'd want to paint the house blue but she'd prefer white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I won't even have a chance to think as to what would be the next point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If I'm married, I would not have a chance to write this as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whomsoever you decide to marry, do it at your own risk!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-6353714904027824410?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/6353714904027824410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=6353714904027824410' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/6353714904027824410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/6353714904027824410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/09/marriage-do-it-at-your-own-risk.html' title='Marriage - Do It At Your Own Risk!'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SOLBVgbtTiI/AAAAAAAAAMc/xVVZXADgJYk/s72-c/7k58.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-125957460075350469</id><published>2008-09-25T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T17:14:25.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chhanga Hacked Macintosh</title><content type='html'>Not really, but for the first time in my life, I explored the world of Macintosh in his PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who does not know much about computer and its application, there is nothing much to be written about Mac. I observed several distinction between Windows and Mac that's it. The first time I touched the mouse, I was looking for a "Refresh" button which is nowhere to be found in Mac OS. Plus, Ctrl key acts as Alt and vice versa here in Mac. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each application has been running so very smoothly, when compare with Microsoft Windows. Probably it does not require or take up much memory space that a windows would. Everything opens within a fraction of second, without being further delayed by anything. This is MAC :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my efforts to please Chhanga, I somehow managed to take some screen shots to bring you here. Taking a screen shot using Mac OS is not as easy as taking a screen shot in Windows. However, once you managed to find out how to do, you're done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First and foremost, the Desktop:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SNtapcuyiWI/AAAAAAAAALg/qeHDH9tZqlU/s1600-h/2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SNtapcuyiWI/AAAAAAAAALg/qeHDH9tZqlU/s320/2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249889458764024162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the applications down there and several drives at the right side. You don't have to open My or Your Computer to access your Hard Disk drives. Yet, this is MAC :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clicking on Two faces down there will take you to the page where you have an access to all the applications. This is called 'Finder.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SNtcN36QjaI/AAAAAAAAALo/geczdGsUSP0/s1600-h/5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SNtcN36QjaI/AAAAAAAAALo/geczdGsUSP0/s320/5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249891184046804386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITunes all the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SNtdrokG5xI/AAAAAAAAALw/aJbUSoj7nu4/s1600-h/7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SNtdrokG5xI/AAAAAAAAALw/aJbUSoj7nu4/s320/7.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249892794835068690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misual.com in MAC OS X using Safari Browser:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SNteQ41uhBI/AAAAAAAAAL4/URt67kmpXaQ/s1600-h/3.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SNteQ41uhBI/AAAAAAAAAL4/URt67kmpXaQ/s320/3.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249893434859095058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much idea as to when, where or how to compare this Operating System with the others because I'm not a tech savvy who can define which is which. Eventually, I don't know much to write about this but to show here how beautiful it looks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's time for me to sleep but I forgot to ask a very important question to the one and only Chhanga before he slept off. How to Shutdown? I clicked all the buttons I could find on the screen but nothing gave me an option to shutdown the system. I googled with no success. All I could find was how to shut it down using a keyboard for computers manufactured by Apple, not by someone in Malaysia or Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I have tried all the possible ways to shut it down, I finally located a tiny button at the very left corner of the screen. Yes, I found one more new button which might allow me to shut down the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I clicked...the menu came up and at last, I figured out how to shutdown one of the most beautiful operating systems on the planet, Mac OS X.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Want to try this out in your system? You have all the guidelines &lt;a href="http://lifehacker.com/348653/install-os-x-on-your-hackintosh-pc-no-hacking-required"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-125957460075350469?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/125957460075350469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=125957460075350469' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/125957460075350469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/125957460075350469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/09/chhanga-hacked-machintosh.html' title='Chhanga Hacked Macintosh'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SNtapcuyiWI/AAAAAAAAALg/qeHDH9tZqlU/s72-c/2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-8689474726452448497</id><published>2008-09-20T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T10:45:26.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka Hre Lo!</title><content type='html'>Nimin kha ka fapa thih cham thla 4 na. Vawiin hi a piancham thla 7 na. Engemaw tak han ziah ngial ka tum a, ka thei hlol lo! A topic tur a han hman tur ber pawh Ka Hre Lo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ka computer ka hai na lamah Lalruotmoi sak "Han thlir teh u Romei zam kar ah" tih kha ka hmu fuh hlauh a. Tum lawk em em pawh awm chuang lo in ka ngaithla ta nih chu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lai chang hi ka ngaihthlak apiangin ka fapa hmeltha em em mai hlim taka vanram a an zai ve tur kha ka mit thla ah chiang tak in ka hmu thei a sin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;An leng dial dial lung rual kimin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;An awi Lal Nunnema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boihte-a chu vanramah, a in ti thu pawl ah atang ngei ka ring. Tin, a inti PA pawl ah a tang ngei ka ring bawk. Inti ta tu deuh in Isua bulah te hian a vei nelh nelh te ka ring thin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thla thum mi chauh mah nise ka thil tawn zawng zawngah hian a va han na bik tak fapa han then tawp mai chu aw! Theih se vawi khat chiah han pawm leh te hi ka chak thin. Fapa nei leh dawn ila, Bawihte-a ang chiah chiah hi neih leh te ka chak thin. A ai a tha ka duh lo a, a ai a chhia pawh ka duh chuang lo. Amah kha ka duh a ni.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kumkhua in he leiah hian Bawihte-a kha ka hmu leh tawh ngai lo ang. Mahse thla thum chhung lek a dam ve chhunga min tih hlim zia kha ka rilru ah a chuai tawh ngai in ka ring lo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-8689474726452448497?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/8689474726452448497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=8689474726452448497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/8689474726452448497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/8689474726452448497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/09/ka-hre-lo.html' title='Ka Hre Lo!'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-4595870361037289668</id><published>2008-09-14T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T00:18:13.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I found my Son somewhere!</title><content type='html'>Mathew, a lovely kid and just a day younger than my son Adrian, born on February 21, 2008, named after something I don't necessarily need to know. Unlike his dad, he never opened his mouth even if somebody took him away from his mom or dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, he was staring at me, as though he had some kind of thoughts in his mind "Who the hell is this?" Looking at the baby, I just said "I really want to have another one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SM2TcqBIzvI/AAAAAAAAALI/TOzq4LV-EFE/s1600-h/IMG_0009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SM2TcqBIzvI/AAAAAAAAALI/TOzq4LV-EFE/s320/IMG_0009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246011261481176818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quite and simple man, born of the superb duo started dealing with me, without knowing how much I like him. Soon, he started smiling at me and screaming out with some kind of unknown words. May be he said, "Don't worry, I'm here even though yours is no more!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, this little kid reminds me of my late son and I really wish they met each other. I believe they would have a couple of words to share, which we adult don't even understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-4595870361037289668?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/4595870361037289668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=4595870361037289668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/4595870361037289668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/4595870361037289668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-found-my-son-somewhere.html' title='I found my Son somewhere!'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SM2TcqBIzvI/AAAAAAAAALI/TOzq4LV-EFE/s72-c/IMG_0009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-2263129885551453416</id><published>2008-09-09T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T03:50:20.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child's Prayer</title><content type='html'>A prayer of a girl, whose mom been drinking since she was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SMZUvWUR28I/AAAAAAAAALA/zOeScxnFhLQ/s1600-h/naupang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SMZUvWUR28I/AAAAAAAAALA/zOeScxnFhLQ/s320/naupang.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243971988540742594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been praying since I was three,&lt;br /&gt;If my mom would stop drinking,&lt;br /&gt;But no answers until now,&lt;br /&gt;Is it in vain what I have asked?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kneel down on my knees before you,&lt;br /&gt;Please hear me Oh Lord this time,&lt;br /&gt;Can't you see that I'm crying?&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you stop mom from all these?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even asked that you take my life,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that mom would be good,&lt;br /&gt;Am I forgotten? I hope not,&lt;br /&gt;I'm too weak to be forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord hold mom's hand and lead her way,&lt;br /&gt;Help her getting through this pain,&lt;br /&gt;I do not wish more than this,&lt;br /&gt;That my mom would stop drinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't ask mom to be like mary,&lt;br /&gt;I only wish if she stops drinking,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll grant my wish this time,&lt;br /&gt;That I and mom would be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom look at me, here I'm crying,&lt;br /&gt;How long do you want me cry?&lt;br /&gt;Drop the glass before it's late,&lt;br /&gt;We're watching you coming home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-2263129885551453416?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/2263129885551453416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=2263129885551453416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2263129885551453416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2263129885551453416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/09/childs-prayer.html' title='A Child&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SMZUvWUR28I/AAAAAAAAALA/zOeScxnFhLQ/s72-c/naupang.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-2759653497919173173</id><published>2008-08-16T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T22:52:06.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Sucks!</title><content type='html'>Staring at a bundle of drumsticks and thinking about money and life! Sounds odd but I have no choice but to stare at this because there's nothing else to stare at. Making money out of these drumsticks? Nope, I'd rather spend money for these drumsticks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SKe8S2iPXSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/F8JJftda1I0/s1600-h/drumsticks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SKe8S2iPXSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/F8JJftda1I0/s320/drumsticks.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235360123904285986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not my point, though. Working for long hours, investing money for future without knowing what will happen tomorrow - That's what I imagined when I stared at the drumsticks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I used to think life is so cruel so is the one who makes it cruel. We born, we work and we die, without having anything to spare for the next life. No matter how hard we work and how much we invest, everything will be in vain when we're taken away from this world. We still work despite this, tryin to invest as much as possible. This is life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having this thought in my mind, I was reminded of a song of ascents - Psalm 127.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Unless the Lord builds the house, &lt;br /&gt;They labor in vain who build it; &lt;br /&gt;Unless the Lord guards the city, &lt;br /&gt;The watchman keeps awake in vain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is vain for you to rise up early, &lt;br /&gt;To retire late, to eat the bread of painful labors; &lt;br /&gt;For He gives to His beloved even in his sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold, children are a gift of the Lord; &lt;br /&gt;The fruit of the womb is a reward. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like arrows in the hand of a warrior, &lt;br /&gt;So are the children of one’s youth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them; &lt;br /&gt;They shall not be ashamed, &lt;br /&gt;When they speak with their enemies in the gate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-2759653497919173173?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/2759653497919173173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=2759653497919173173' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2759653497919173173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2759653497919173173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-sucks.html' title='Life Sucks!'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SKe8S2iPXSI/AAAAAAAAAK4/F8JJftda1I0/s72-c/drumsticks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-1396054168180960621</id><published>2008-07-10T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T03:20:58.518-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 5 Things To Do When Walking Alone</title><content type='html'>Reminds me of the song "You Will Never Walk Alone" though this has nothing to do with the English Premier League. Thanks Ergo for bringing me such useless facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SHXhZMJk6TI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rLOtJh2z6yA/s1600-h/walk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SHXhZMJk6TI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rLOtJh2z6yA/s320/walk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221327165880330546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Missed Call Mania&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you're walking alone and have nothing else to do, give missed calls to all your contacts (and random number as well). Keep giving missed calls until they call you back. They will give you company for the rest of your journey (at least you'll have someone shouting at you while you walk!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Count&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a goal when you walk! Count the number of squares on the pavements, trees, people wearing weird clothes, beautiful ladies, garbage bins...etc. Soon you will be the local statistician (part time job deal).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Get, Set, Walk!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one more goal, not one more day! Reminds me of Diamond Rio when he used to be the chef of my neighbor. Well, take a watch of your mobile and set the stop watch going. Walk as fast as you can until you reach your destination and mark the time. Race yourself everyday and see your tummy disappearing too, along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sight Seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One can always do the sight'ings you know. Yes, I know you know. Know know know... Admire Mother Nature's beautiful creations. Feast your eyes, not feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kick Stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you don't kick the bucket! Kick whatever stones you find, as far as you can (but not on other people, mind you!). You can also try kicking cans, plastic bags and other small objects (sorry, ran out of words but of course not an ass!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SHXhzBvmofI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lJ4iF6HaviU/s1600-h/Kick+the+Can,+Ridge+St,+LES+1947.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SHXhzBvmofI/AAAAAAAAAKw/lJ4iF6HaviU/s320/Kick+the+Can,+Ridge+St,+LES+1947.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221327609763635698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-1396054168180960621?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/1396054168180960621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=1396054168180960621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/1396054168180960621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/1396054168180960621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-5-things-to-do-when-walking-alone.html' title='Top 5 Things To Do When Walking Alone'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SHXhZMJk6TI/AAAAAAAAAKo/rLOtJh2z6yA/s72-c/walk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-8061241782044982255</id><published>2008-07-07T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T04:25:42.771-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Heck</title><content type='html'>What the hell on earth would have rescued me from this anger? If only I could turn back times and get into that f***ing Bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SHH78BnbfWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-tzplLRBdmA/s1600-h/patience_r.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SHH78BnbfWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-tzplLRBdmA/s320/patience_r.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220230451743653218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was Monday, the very next day after Spain won the European Football title when I got back home from Choolaimedu to Velachery, almost 15 kilometers from there. Since I did not get sufficient sleep at night, I was completely dull and drowsy. I was supposed to get down at Guindy and get a bus from there. However, I traveled up to Tambaram, which is nearly 30 Kms away from Choolaimedu as we needed to get an admission done for one of our friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having returned from there, I got down at Guindy and went ahead to the Bus Station. I could not even see things clearly. That much sleepy and tired I was.   It was 2:10pm in my watch when I reached the bus station and was eagerly waiting for the bus, with a hope that I would reach my home soon and take rest shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my disappointment, things did not work out as I expected. I was already standing under the sun for more than half an hour waiting for my bus. All the buses came from the opposite direction but none towards mine. I started asking myself why on earth I waited for the bus. I would have reached the main road and catch another bus from there if I had gone by walk right from the start. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a little hope that the bus would reach there within a couple of minutes, I decided to wait for a few more minutes rather than walking under the hot sun. However, no sign of such thing was seen and I was running out of patience. Finally, I made up my mind to walk until the main road and catch another bus from there. I repeat, I would have done this at the very moment when I reached the station. What the heck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I started walking towards the main road, I began questioning myself and all the bad words entered my thoughts. My mind was shouting with all these words at its maximum decibels. I even wanted to explode all the buses and even every horn around my way became quite irritating. I never knew that I was turned into some kind of wild devils though. All through the way, I kept on asking how stupid I was to waste such amount of time. At the same time, I also blamed the bus drivers, who turned me wild and left me like a psycho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was counting all these facts, the bus, the damn f***king bus, which I have waited for almost an hour, passed me by with a lot of empty seats. Holy cow! How could I ever bear all these nonsense?  Given the circumstance, I pretended to be a holy angel rather, walking slowly towards my destination, like my mind was full of joy. Oh…what a stupid thought again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I reached the main road and got onto one bus which led me towards my home. With my mind full of anger, I wanted my bus to hit all the other vehicles on the road and reach my place as soon as possible. I did not realize for how long I was turned into a wild devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached my home, switched on the fan and sat on the chair. I was thinking as to why I was much furious just like some kind of b**ch. I asked myself as to what would have made me avoided this anger. Suddenly, I felt someone whispered in my ears and said, “If only you have waited a little longer.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-8061241782044982255?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/8061241782044982255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=8061241782044982255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/8061241782044982255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/8061241782044982255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-heck.html' title='What the Heck'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SHH78BnbfWI/AAAAAAAAAKg/-tzplLRBdmA/s72-c/patience_r.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-2798884553811345889</id><published>2008-06-28T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T18:47:10.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Meat - Nasty?</title><content type='html'>Of course not, as long as you feed them well. I hate the fact that some people think consumption of dog meat as taboo. If one eats chicken, I see no reason as to why he or she should feel dirty about dog meat as long as they are being fed with the same stuff.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary, there may be some critics who won't agree with me because of certain stray dogs which are not properly fed and count on daily wastes in the street. Believe me, neither I nor any of my friends eat this kind of Dog. For we are Holy, the food must be Holy as well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SGbgeJVaEAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/kJHDlax2S2Q/s1600-h/DSC00888.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SGbgeJVaEAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/kJHDlax2S2Q/s320/DSC00888.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217104026861703170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't eat dog, it's alright. But what do you get in return when you criticize someone who eats dog. You may like chapatti but someone may not like it. It does not necessarily mean that I should look down upon someone who eats the stuff which I don't. It may not be always right to judge people on what they eat or take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think you have been warned enough before I really run through the story. Hopefully I can start making a mouthful of Dog meat :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a taste enhancer (I guess), a handful of clerodendron, garlic, onion, ginger plus all the available spices in your kitchen will do the trick. Grind them well except clerodendron. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Clerodendron (Phuihnam)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SGbkL-6AuvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/62EVjij7vxk/s1600-h/phuihnam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SGbkL-6AuvI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/62EVjij7vxk/s320/phuihnam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217108112871308018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SGbnhpji6SI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jN2NzT2bqk0/s1600-h/Clerodendron_paniculatumHa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SGbnhpji6SI/AAAAAAAAAKY/jN2NzT2bqk0/s320/Clerodendron_paniculatumHa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217111783631939874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collect a well chopped dog meat in a clean plate and pour sufficient amount of cooking oil on it. Add all the spices that you have and of course a salt as well. Mix them well and boil it. Once the meat gets boiled enough, add the clerodendron leaves. After a couple of hours, you've got a very special supper! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Advantages of Dog meat:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;No such advantages but when you read the word Dog backward, it reads - God. As well if you rearrange the word UISA which means Dog meat, you can make ISUA out of it. May be this is the special nature of Dog Meat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, I hope you will Have a nice Dog Meat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-2798884553811345889?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/2798884553811345889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=2798884553811345889' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2798884553811345889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2798884553811345889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/06/dog-meat-nasty.html' title='Dog Meat - Nasty?'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SGbgeJVaEAI/AAAAAAAAAKI/kJHDlax2S2Q/s72-c/DSC00888.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-2703949123571602752</id><published>2008-06-21T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T04:26:49.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Beloved Son</title><content type='html'>Dear Little kid, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret that I could no longer do anything for you. When you were born, we were looking forward to bring you up with a lot of hopes. It’s not our choice that you’re gone, nor it’s yours. But sometimes it’s hard to understand that you have been taken away. What it meant to lose you, no one will ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here with me and stay in my arms. Knowing that you're in Heaven, I believe you watched me from there sometimes. When you were born, you cried and everyone smiled. But when you passed away, everyone cried and you're the only one smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can see why God would want you closer to him, cause you truly were an angel on Earth. No matter what it takes, I will do anything to see you again. Honey we miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my love for you,&lt;br /&gt;Dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e790c00d29aabdc1" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De790c00d29aabdc1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330248042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FF348ADB7C97DD874D5DA7C515ED28115CFA4EF.49E8A35D4207293E2369F2FD073567BE56272ED9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De790c00d29aabdc1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsTswoIjIrFSrLAdN3HUkD2hegTY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De790c00d29aabdc1%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330248042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5FF348ADB7C97DD874D5DA7C515ED28115CFA4EF.49E8A35D4207293E2369F2FD073567BE56272ED9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De790c00d29aabdc1%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DsTswoIjIrFSrLAdN3HUkD2hegTY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-2703949123571602752?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e790c00d29aabdc1&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/2703949123571602752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=2703949123571602752' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2703949123571602752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2703949123571602752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/06/to-my-beloved-son.html' title='To My Beloved Son'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-500283573843414069</id><published>2008-06-21T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:30:20.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Few things I hate about these people</title><content type='html'>For someone who knows where I am, there is no concern as to what these people are and it is obvious that they are people who used to say aaahhhh at the end of every sentence. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five years is more than enough to know what kind of people they are. I must say that they are very kind people in the first place. I have a couple of friends among them, who helped me a lot in terms of money and many other things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to write about anything positive about them, I am quite sure I'd have many things to point out. However, since it is much easier and convenient to find out someone’s weakness or mistakes, let me seek an opportunity for such instance :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SF0TVE8XvMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s6Y8mPf677o/s1600-h/question-mark_cartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SF0TVE8XvMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s6Y8mPf677o/s320/question-mark_cartoon.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214345196390038722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing which run across my mind when I was about to write this was – their ladies don’t wash their head/hairs that often! May be head bath is considered as one of the biggest job among them. You cannot always say that someone is washing her head when she’s taking bath. As a result, their heads/hairs smell very bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the sweepers. When someone is sweeping while you’re passing them, they never used to bother. Especially this is common among road sweepers. They sweep the road and don’t even care that someone is going near by with a decent dress. They just continue sweeping the dirt and dusts towards you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also noticed that there are some people foxy among their shopkeepers. They never care to return a change lest you ask them specifically, seeking for an opportunity to get much more than what they’re supposed to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cleanliness is not that important among them. Most of their men used to wear socks with a very bad smell and they don’t hesitate to remove their shoes in public. Nobody cares that someone would be uncomfortable due to their shoes being stinky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many people who are so much eager to know about the things which don't have anything to do with their lives. The saddest part is that they’re so eager to know everything about me, leaving me with a lot of questions! One day I brought dinner in my office. I’ve got these many questions just because I brought the stuff –&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is this?&lt;br /&gt;2. Who prepared this?&lt;br /&gt;3. How well you are in cooking?&lt;br /&gt;4. How did you make this out?&lt;br /&gt;5. Is this plain rice? &lt;br /&gt;6. What is that red spot?&lt;br /&gt;7. Will you bring for me someday?&lt;br /&gt;8. Do you eat pork?&lt;br /&gt;9. What about dog?&lt;br /&gt;10. A snake? &lt;br /&gt;11. What is the most famous dish in your place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God! How many questions do I need to answer just to have a home made stuff in my office? I stopped bringing dinner in the office since then. A lot more…..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-500283573843414069?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/500283573843414069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=500283573843414069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/500283573843414069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/500283573843414069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/06/few-things-i-hate-about-these-people.html' title='Few things I hate about these people'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SF0TVE8XvMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/s6Y8mPf677o/s72-c/question-mark_cartoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-1596774457647883975</id><published>2008-06-14T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T11:31:40.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tour de France oh! Pondichery</title><content type='html'>Unlike Tour De France, we made it through the whole day with a bus, mopeds and auto rickshaw. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone rang and I guessed it was going to be about this tour when I saw the name Dumb dumb. I could not avoid this journey despite my genuine excuses because I was talking to someone who was born to convince people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my office at around 4 am in the morning and went ahead to my friend's house without first visiting mine. I opened his wardrobe and picked up the available covers and threw them in, and we're off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our journey started with a very crowded bus. Unlike someone who used to travel in a first class plane, this was our only choice for we could only afford this type. We knew we're not a millionaire but a brokeraire (the one who is broke). However, we were in no way inferior to someone (sponsored by ...) who visits Birmingham or whatever, with the joy we had in our hearts. After three hours of Journey, we reached the land of bitter tasted drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUj2235eKI/AAAAAAAAAII/PyOiL9rpaxE/s1600-h/DSC_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUj2235eKI/AAAAAAAAAII/PyOiL9rpaxE/s320/DSC_0055.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212111569101093026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid if we could not make the day successful because it was hot and dry. We first visit their town beach but there was no crowd as I expected. This is the only thing special we could bring out from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUldHjAvmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/futnTZTfDI8/s1600-h/DSC_0077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUldHjAvmI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/futnTZTfDI8/s320/DSC_0077.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212113325923548770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For someone who does not like a bitter taste, there's nothing special in Pondichery, said one of my friends. However, no attempt for such events was made but a mug of beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUnXujPi4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/BriTw0G0TSw/s1600-h/Beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUnXujPi4I/AAAAAAAAAIY/BriTw0G0TSw/s320/Beer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212115432337542018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough is enough. No one could wait any longer to have a very special dish in the French restaurant called 'Le Club.' Being a French outlet, almost everything in their menu card was written in French. If it was not for Chhanga, we might not able to make a proper choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUpkDdhLsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-lAeI5kyunQ/s1600-h/DSC_0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUpkDdhLsI/AAAAAAAAAIg/-lAeI5kyunQ/s320/DSC_0108.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212117843132362434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steak blah blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUqUq7yS_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/9_Z3U7-pLEg/s1600-h/DSC_0127.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUqUq7yS_I/AAAAAAAAAIo/9_Z3U7-pLEg/s320/DSC_0127.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212118678362016754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another steak blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUq_BSO6nI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4Vyx22rbzE8/s1600-h/DSC_0128.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUq_BSO6nI/AAAAAAAAAIw/4Vyx22rbzE8/s320/DSC_0128.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212119405916252786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With out stomach being filled with these kind of stuffs, we said bye to the Le Club and stepped forward to make these interesting events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the fact that we wanted to be rough riders, it was not possible due to the road being so smooth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUtkgLpGZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hUSvwaWkYek/s1600-h/DSC_0243.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUtkgLpGZI/AAAAAAAAAJA/hUSvwaWkYek/s320/DSC_0243.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212122248888523154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With moped steering in our hands and the girls behind us, we salute you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUszBFwUpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/u5bXV3IUzRg/s1600-h/DSC_0240.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUszBFwUpI/AAAAAAAAAI4/u5bXV3IUzRg/s320/DSC_0240.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212121398728741522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the beach where we hanged out to close the day. I bet someone would probably say the day was not successful without this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUvQ6XsXGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/m9MXql-ZP8c/s1600-h/DSC_0250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUvQ6XsXGI/AAAAAAAAAJI/m9MXql-ZP8c/s320/DSC_0250.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212124111344262242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like some people who don't consider themselves having pork if they're not offered the fats, there's someone who would not be satisfied without this. I can't believe that I'm in the beach less these sands stick on my butt, said this girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUwkr9u-yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NuvjpnPpLZk/s1600-h/DSC_0317.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUwkr9u-yI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/NuvjpnPpLZk/s320/DSC_0317.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212125550586297122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did not say you're or she's my number one though, we kept holding on each other's hands when the tide was high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUxoLKFQMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/N9QLQ9Ni43A/s1600-h/DSC_0333.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUxoLKFQMI/AAAAAAAAAJY/N9QLQ9Ni43A/s320/DSC_0333.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212126710010822850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the joy in our hearts and sufficient amount of sands in our pockets, we waved our hands and said goodbye to the land of bitter tasted drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUychSFpZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-y0ls2tLlVI/s1600-h/DSC_0343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUychSFpZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/-y0ls2tLlVI/s320/DSC_0343.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212127609303180690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through out the journey, I on behalf of Chennai Mizo would like to thank Didini, President of Nikon Camera. If it was not for her, I may never make out this story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-1596774457647883975?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/1596774457647883975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=1596774457647883975' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/1596774457647883975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/1596774457647883975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/06/tour-de-france-oh-pondichery.html' title='Tour de France oh! Pondichery'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFUj2235eKI/AAAAAAAAAII/PyOiL9rpaxE/s72-c/DSC_0055.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-4884832366424780264</id><published>2008-06-13T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:44:03.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith and Medicine</title><content type='html'>"As long as you have faith in God, there is no need of medicine," said some of the Christians. At the same time, it is well believed that God used medicine to heal people. So, which statement is true? May be both, or none. This may be contrary to the principles of faith to use doctors and medicine when we need healing. Below is a very encouraging message I received awhile ago, which helps me to put my heart at rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFMSsWMkMNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/05X8AUtw2wc/s1600-h/medicine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFMSsWMkMNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/05X8AUtw2wc/s320/medicine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211529746879623378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is God's will to heal you. That's the first and most important thing for you to understand. If your faith is strong and you can believe the Word without wavering (regardless of what circumstances or symptoms come against you), then you'll be able to receive that healing by faith alone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that kind of faith takes more than just hearing a few sermons about healing. It takes a deep personal revelation of God's healing power. So, if you haven't yet developed that kind of faith, the doctor is your best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If fear rises up within you when you think about doing without medical help, then go to a doctor. And go in faith! On the other hand, if you have a sure confidence within you that healing is yours strictly by faith, let your faith do its work and receive your healing directly. Whether or not you go to the doctor is not the issue. It is what you do with your faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, you can rejoice knowing God is working with you, meeting you at the level of your faith. Thank God for your healing--however it comes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-4884832366424780264?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/4884832366424780264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=4884832366424780264' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/4884832366424780264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/4884832366424780264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/06/faith-and-medicine.html' title='Faith and Medicine'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SFMSsWMkMNI/AAAAAAAAAIA/05X8AUtw2wc/s72-c/medicine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-8955532056444934338</id><published>2008-05-24T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T17:18:20.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What do you think of yourself?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;**WARNING**&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This post may not be suitable for some viewers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you sometimes used to think that you're someone great? Or at least someone special? We normally do for we are human, I agree. However, if we think in the other way what exactly you are or how have you been created, you don't have anything to be proud of or to boast of. This picture reveals who and what exactly you are. Do you still think you are that great as you thought? Of course, I don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SDitUo7Es_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/haG38gpJ_Nk/s1600-h/1_418063729l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SDitUo7Es_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/haG38gpJ_Nk/s320/1_418063729l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5204099939520787442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And why take ye thought for raiment? Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they toil not, neither do they spin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And yet I say unto you, That even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these. (Matthew 6: 28, 29)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-8955532056444934338?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/8955532056444934338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=8955532056444934338' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/8955532056444934338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/8955532056444934338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-do-you-think-of-yourself.html' title='What do you think of yourself?'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SDitUo7Es_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/haG38gpJ_Nk/s72-c/1_418063729l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-694120577626915384</id><published>2008-05-19T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T16:13:25.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Me Lord?</title><content type='html'>What do you think is the biggest pain in life? For me, of course it is to lose someone I love. If I were to do so, I don't think there is enough space so as to jot down all my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SDH4XxSEndI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-eipYQ3CZXE/s1600-h/PIC_0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SDH4XxSEndI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-eipYQ3CZXE/s320/PIC_0681.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202212131839450578" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Adrian (February 20, 2008 - May 19, 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Message:&lt;/span&gt; I got a message that my son was not well.&lt;br /&gt;"Dave the baby could not stop crying so we rushed him to the hospital this evening. Don't worry he will be fine soon. But a baby just now passed away and I feel so sorry for his parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What do I do?" I asked myself. I was hoping my baby would survive and prayed to God that he would be recovered and stay out of the hospital soon. Not only myself, but many people from the church, friends and relatives prayed a number of times for him. Everyday I used to get a message that the baby recovered little by little and hoped that they would be relieved within a couple of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fasting:&lt;/span&gt; Since the baby could not recover as expected, I made up my mind not to eat anything until he's cured. The next day I called up his mom and asked her how the baby was. &lt;br /&gt;"He is alright. Hopefully we will be going home tomorrow."&lt;br /&gt;"Does that mean I can eat?"&lt;br /&gt;I was glad to know that they would be out of the Hospital soon. I had my dinner and stopped fasting since then, hoping that the baby would recover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He knew everything&lt;/span&gt;: I yet spoke with his mom and asked her if the baby was in a better condition. From the way she conveyed the message, I could read that the baby was not good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom used to tell me how clever the baby was. He's only two and a half months old though, he acted as if he understands every thing. One morning while he was being fed by his mom, grandpa said that he was about to go home. The baby paused and started crying as if he did not want to let the grandpa go. Having the baby cried, grandpa said that he would stay and sat on the bed, the baby stopped crying and continued to suck at the mother's breast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nurses were his biggest fear as well and started to cry as soon as he saw them. All these facts made everyone believed that he knew everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The baby would survive:&lt;/span&gt; I was told that the baby's condition was not good and was treated with oxygen therapy. They could not continue this for long as the baby started crying which may lead him to suffocate to death. I called up his mom as soon as I heard the news and heard she was crying over the telephone. &lt;br /&gt;"O my God! Is the baby dead?" &lt;br /&gt;No but he is getting worse every minute. He's sleeping right now, cried his mom. It gave me hope knowing that the baby has not yet gone, but very little. I texted one of my friends and let him know what happened with the boy. He made every effort to comfort me and said that the baby would survive. I also started to believe in my heart that the baby would survive. Then I slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The baby has gone!:&lt;/span&gt;  I received a call from an unknown number and soon realized that it was someone to convey the message about my son. His condition has yet gone down and we are watching only his breath, said the lady. I was able to hear the baby screaming out of pain over the phone, due to the fact that he was not able to breath. I gave all my efforts and begged God not to take away my son. I still need him, please give me back my son please don't take it away, I cried out. I was alone and on the verge of losing my mind, helpless and needed someone to talk to. To my surprise, I've got one - Jerusha. I recollect those moments and now I'm glad that there was someone who understood my situation and helped me getting through those pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I refilled my pre-paid mobile phone and called them up again so as to know the condition of the baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dave, the baby has gone! We just left the hospital a few minutes ago...." I was stunned. I felt as if something got stuck inside my throat and was speechless for a couple of minutes. Should I cry? What am I supposed to do? Shall I tell my friends? A lot of questions came into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really hard to understand as to why God took away my son among many babies in this world. I still want him and cannot allow to let him go yet. Lord, why have you done this to me? My eyes were filled with tears and was helpless. I was devastated and grieving so much for my son and I can not imagine overcoming this pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God is Good:&lt;/span&gt; They say that God is good but He ain't for me! I begged him so much not to take away my son but in vain. He took away the one I need and left me with nowhere to proceed further. How could I ever make this through? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recalled many people who suffered the same thing and tried to make myself alright with those stories. But when death comes to our experience, nothing can take away the pain. Suddenly, I felt like I had a new strength to overcome the pain I feel and started to ask myself - Am I better than God to take care of him? Can I provide him everything he needs? Soon, I did accept that even God needs my son the same way as I do. I cannot stop him taking away my son to His own embrace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started learning the value of life as I go. When we cannot extend one's breath even for a single second, why do we yet spoil our own health. God gave us life and it's our responsibility to take good care of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to admit that I'm no longer going to see my son again in this world. My only comfort is that he's now with his Father in heaven and will never feel pain or hunger or any other discomforts again. With that, I would like to dedicate this song to Adrian, my only son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f7d5021728ca5098" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df7d5021728ca5098%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330248042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D5EAE4840970D8DA25BF4F88ADE30FF36F02FD4.530D2563AFA4B5E34610B9E33677B3CA0D63010B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df7d5021728ca5098%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhXgDfQ49LJv9207ixKurMcBTOGU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df7d5021728ca5098%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330248042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D5D5EAE4840970D8DA25BF4F88ADE30FF36F02FD4.530D2563AFA4B5E34610B9E33677B3CA0D63010B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df7d5021728ca5098%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DhXgDfQ49LJv9207ixKurMcBTOGU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Knowing You'll Be There&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Knowing we can spend a life time reminiscing on the past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Knowing I will see your face again where tender moments last&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It makes me wanna go there, knowing I won't be alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Knowing you'll be there makes it easy to go home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-694120577626915384?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=f7d5021728ca5098&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/694120577626915384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=694120577626915384' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/694120577626915384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/694120577626915384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-me-lord.html' title='Why Me Lord?'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SDH4XxSEndI/AAAAAAAAAHk/-eipYQ3CZXE/s72-c/PIC_0681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-8289512138143535719</id><published>2008-05-17T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T02:25:33.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Makes it Possible</title><content type='html'>Like some of us, I once was a chain smoker. No wonder I used to spend more than thousand bucks every month for cigarettes. I smoked frequently until recently and I never thought or believed that I would quit Smoking. But I did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-0rBSEncI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PQlOI_P9IfI/s1600-h/stop_Smoking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-0rBSEncI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PQlOI_P9IfI/s320/stop_Smoking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201574745807822274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to smoke a lot especially when I was sad. Smoking used to be a good way to overcome most of my problems. Here's why - When I smoke, I think less. I normally used to finish two packets of cigarette every day. With that being said I used to spend at least One thousand bucks in a month to damage my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning, I sat on my bed with a burning cigarette between my fingers. Suddenly I started to think about the possible impacts of smoking. My main concern was my son, who needs much care and love from his father. As I started to think about the fact that I should quit smoking in order to save my life for my son, I felt something different. I kept my cigarette a side and prayed to God, asking for His help so that I would be able to quit smoking. I made a promise to God that I will never smoke again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened my eyes and realized that my cigarette still remain by the side of me. I pressed it against the bottom of the ashtray so as to stop the burning. Soon I slept of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the evening without knowing that I would be tempted. Unlike the previous days, I had to avoid smoking since then. I prayed each time to God and asked for His help to overcome the temptation I had to run across. Luckily, I found a reason to quit smoking - thank God! My fear of breaking the promise I made to God is much more than the urges to smoke I had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This brings another memorable change in my life as well. I often used to have a cup of tea while smoking. After I quit smoking, I don't have any reason to have a cup of tea as well. This saves money as well as my health being damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm one among many persons who know how hard is to quit smoking. At the same time I also know that it's indeed possible to quit. It is God who makes it possible for me to quit smoking and I'm sure this God remains the same for everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-8289512138143535719?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/8289512138143535719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=8289512138143535719' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/8289512138143535719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/8289512138143535719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-makes-it-possible.html' title='God Makes it Possible'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-0rBSEncI/AAAAAAAAAHc/PQlOI_P9IfI/s72-c/stop_Smoking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-5175557694607917916</id><published>2008-05-17T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T20:13:59.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still sounds good!</title><content type='html'>I wonder how people could sing that great without any kind of music. However, I swear I too can sing well if I'm alone in a closed bathroom and find no reason as to why this kid (she may no longer be a kid but she looks like a kid to me) would be better than me. I'm just joshing but Mimi,  who got the 7th position in Mizo Youth Icon 2007 can really sing well without any kind of music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b60b90fa0406f0e" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b60b90fa0406f0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330248042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E662A6407C585D11FE9BA4F8931070E55FDE502.63698E9537A09A9DA1F064FB3DE5A268FA24C853%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db60b90fa0406f0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dh_B8dp86vf51-rOn_EQX0-ZoMTI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0b60b90fa0406f0e%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330248042%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1E662A6407C585D11FE9BA4F8931070E55FDE502.63698E9537A09A9DA1F064FB3DE5A268FA24C853%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db60b90fa0406f0e%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dh_B8dp86vf51-rOn_EQX0-ZoMTI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-5175557694607917916?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=b60b90fa0406f0e&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/5175557694607917916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=5175557694607917916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/5175557694607917916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/5175557694607917916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/05/still-sounds-good-without-any-music.html' title='Still sounds good!'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-1749550364519353036</id><published>2008-05-03T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T19:52:48.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impact of Lawrkhawm</title><content type='html'>To start with, let me give you a run through of my Job profile. My main job is to collect existing data from my client and to analyze all these data so as to determine the way we trend. It won't be a lie if I say Microsoft excel is a part of my life. Sometimes we need to collect a raw data and arrange everything by ourselves. If we're lucky enough to save the day, we used to get a preset data from our Boss. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shift starts from 6:30 pm until 3:30 in the morning and I have 2 hours break in between. Despite all these, I usually reach office by 6:45 pm but not because of my laziness or carelessness. This is the habit which everyone in the floor cannot get rid of. As soon as I enter the floor, I'd switch on my system and open a firefox internet browser. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we all work for money, we give more importance to attendance rather than anything else. With that said, I'd mark my attendance and open a new tab in the browser by pressing Ctrl + T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think would be the URL comes in this window. It's not my login page to start my work but is one of my favorite community web sites, LK. I'm not a forum freak though, funny thing is I sometimes used to enter my client tool password in LK and vice versa. When I successfully logged in into LK, I'd open another new tab to login into my client tool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have both the pages opened in my system, it's quite hard to finish things then and there. Despite the fact that I don't have much works, there were times when I was not able to complete my works within a specified time. This is ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have two days off, I had to work for more than 5 days a week due to the fact that I was not able to complete my works. Yet, LK remains the most important part of my life and could not get rid of the site. I'm ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I learned a lot from LK. I've run across many things which I have never encountered before. One among those is I've learnt how to deal with different kind of people. This helps me a lot in my works in terms of dealing with higher level people. However, this does not necessarily mean that I was dealing with different kind of people in LK community. By reading your posts and comments (not all, I know that there are many posts which do not make sense at all) from LK, I scaled myself up and grabbed the opportunity to defend myself when dealing with someone. I'm quite sure this will have a great impact at the time of Personal Development Review Programme. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I would like to thank all my co-LK-ers and wish the very best to LK web site as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-1749550364519353036?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/1749550364519353036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=1749550364519353036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/1749550364519353036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/1749550364519353036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/05/impact-of-lawrkhawm.html' title='Impact of Lawrkhawm'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-9186433042511680261</id><published>2008-05-03T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T14:16:02.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift for my Mom</title><content type='html'>I was flattered by the kind of e-mail I received from Apple about how and what do they think of my mom. According to them, my mom would be pleased if I give her an Ipod! The e-mail I received from them reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Surprise her with a one of a kind Ipod engraved with a free custom message. Or give her an Itunes gift card and the perfect accessories for her Ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.apple.com/chatterbox/us/2008/04/C0005951C/img/mainimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://images.apple.com/chatterbox/us/2008/04/C0005951C/img/mainimage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is funny to me. What if I give an ipod to Mom? What kind of songs would she listen to? Probably Routmoi? A lot of funny questions came into my mind as I saw the message. However, never will this reads funny if I were to receive a gift from my son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-9186433042511680261?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/9186433042511680261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=9186433042511680261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/9186433042511680261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/9186433042511680261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/05/gift-for-mom.html' title='A Gift for my Mom'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-2250756778466787238</id><published>2008-04-20T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T07:00:06.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Different ways of sleeping in the office</title><content type='html'>If you’re someone who works at night, you will realize the importance of getting sufficient sleep. When one does not get enough sleep after working for quite a long hours at night, the impact can be seen even right after a day or two. I have seen quite a few people sleeping while they’re still at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the owner of one shop in our cafeteria. Since he did not get enough sleep, he was not able to take much care of his shop and slept when someone was waiting to buy some stuff from his shop.  His customers made every effort to wake him up but to no avail. At last, they piled up all these books on him to wake him up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SAtKwU7XeUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Z3dsSth0W08/s1600-h/12-09-07_0530.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SAtKwU7XeUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Z3dsSth0W08/s320/12-09-07_0530.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191325189586516290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I saw this, I was afraid if this guy breaks his neck. Guess what would happen here! Keeping his little figure in touch with his lips would be a great mistake. Here’s why? While sleeping, his saliva would come out of his mouth, all the way to his little figure and covered the whole palm later and he would surely need to wash his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SAtLFk7XeVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Weih6U1ydC0/s1600-h/28-08-07_0417.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SAtLFk7XeVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Weih6U1ydC0/s320/28-08-07_0417.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191325554658736466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a smart way of sleeping. Keeping two chairs facing each other and sleeping without any hesitation.  I don’t think this guy would need a house since he would be able to get a nice sleep in the office as well. He’s my friend by the way :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SAtLdU7XeWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VeqxOd_lMBE/s1600-h/22-09-07_0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SAtLdU7XeWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/VeqxOd_lMBE/s320/22-09-07_0549.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191325962680629602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep at the right time and don't imitate these people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-2250756778466787238?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/2250756778466787238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=2250756778466787238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2250756778466787238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2250756778466787238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/04/different-ways-of-sleeping-in-office.html' title='Different ways of sleeping in the office'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SAtKwU7XeUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/Z3dsSth0W08/s72-c/12-09-07_0530.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-2122450094405554674</id><published>2008-04-20T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-03T15:41:50.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiny Black Hammer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SAtFuE7XeRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2O6iaY8fD4Y/s1600-h/PIC_4747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SAtFuE7XeRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2O6iaY8fD4Y/s320/PIC_4747.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191319653373671698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard someone's crushing something in the kitchen. I entered the kitchen as soon as I heard the sound and found that tiny red cow was crushing a bone with this hammer.  Not only it’s a hammer, but an opener as well as you can see from the picture. &lt;br /&gt;What came into my mind right after I saw this hammer was - how useful a man would be? If this tiny piece of metal can break such a hard bone, why can’t we break or overcome most of our problems?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-2122450094405554674?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/2122450094405554674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=2122450094405554674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2122450094405554674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2122450094405554674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/04/tiny-black-hammer.html' title='Tiny Black Hammer'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SAtFuE7XeRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/2O6iaY8fD4Y/s72-c/PIC_4747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-148443872485842887</id><published>2008-04-11T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T18:39:19.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Born Child</title><content type='html'>This tiny creature now becomes the biggest asset in my life. People used to say there is a strong connection between a son and a father. I strongly agree with this because he's got the ability to change everything in my life! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My Tiny Tot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R_81_acEJuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/k_ETo3-jiY0/s1600-h/PIC_0681.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R_81_acEJuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/k_ETo3-jiY0/s320/PIC_0681.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187924659299165922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is his favorite position while sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R_82t6cEJvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/K-ASSJNODRU/s1600-h/PIC_0259.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R_82t6cEJvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/K-ASSJNODRU/s320/PIC_0259.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187925458163082994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Father and Son&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R_827acEJwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/b0IvRbJ4Fqc/s1600-h/PIC_7934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R_827acEJwI/AAAAAAAAAF4/b0IvRbJ4Fqc/s320/PIC_7934.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187925690091316994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-148443872485842887?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/148443872485842887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=148443872485842887' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/148443872485842887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/148443872485842887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/04/new-born-child.html' title='The New Born Child'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R_81_acEJuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/k_ETo3-jiY0/s72-c/PIC_0681.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-7555375835524112558</id><published>2008-03-10T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T00:16:30.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How often Do I cook?</title><content type='html'>How do you know if someone really gives importance to cooking? One of the simplest way to determine is just go to the kitchen and watch out their vegetable basket. When I cleaned my kitchen, I found this piece of vegetable growing inside my basket. Quite funny though, it simply determines that I don't have much time to spend in my kitchen.&lt;br /&gt; Being a nocturnal, it ain't easy for me to spend much time in the kitchen after getting back from my work. Needless to say, I'm not interested at all to make these vegetables into a delicious dish, especially when I'm with someone who does not know how to cook. To be more precise, I feel jealous when someone simply sits and enjoys the taste of my works. On top of that, they walked away without cleaning their plates and bowls as if I'm their servant. Probably, this is my weak effort.&lt;br /&gt; Look at this vegetable so as to determine how often do I cook. I bet you will be the same if you're in the same situation like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9TgF3D7w2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/-lAh8bblL6M/s1600-h/PIC_4631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9TgF3D7w2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/-lAh8bblL6M/s320/PIC_4631.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176008263039959906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-7555375835524112558?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/7555375835524112558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=7555375835524112558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/7555375835524112558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/7555375835524112558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/03/how-often-do-i-cook.html' title='How often Do I cook?'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9TgF3D7w2I/AAAAAAAAAFg/-lAh8bblL6M/s72-c/PIC_4631.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-7602171341578293959</id><published>2008-03-08T02:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T03:27:51.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet a lot more Stuffs for Adrian</title><content type='html'>I got a message on February 20, 2008 that I've got a son. He's got a name as well, Adrian Vanlalnunsiama, quite long! This time, since I had a clue that it was a baby boy, I had more choice when compare with the other day I went for shopping.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9JxUHD7wqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/p9T-XZ0keag/s1600-h/PIC_5070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9JxUHD7wqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/p9T-XZ0keag/s320/PIC_5070.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175323512108991138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to a store called Just Born with a few penny in my pocket. There were quite a lot of stuffs, but were much costly. I spent all I have for my lil' kid and bought these stuffs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9Jx_nD7wrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4cr13oROCsU/s1600-h/PIC_0803.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9Jx_nD7wrI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4cr13oROCsU/s320/PIC_0803.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175324259433300658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Blanket Senno (Pink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9JybXD7wsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C2Avf32icmw/s1600-h/PIC_1002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9JybXD7wsI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/C2Avf32icmw/s320/PIC_1002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175324736174670530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Lukhum tur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9JymnD7wtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9dQf4NYxK9s/s1600-h/PIC_1049.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9JymnD7wtI/AAAAAAAAAEY/9dQf4NYxK9s/s320/PIC_1049.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175324929448198866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Khawlum kawr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9JyzXD7wuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/52XnPr8N3CI/s1600-h/PIC_1876.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9JyzXD7wuI/AAAAAAAAAEg/52XnPr8N3CI/s320/PIC_1876.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175325148491530978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Baby Towel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9JzD3D7wvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EHfIBtZ35cg/s1600-h/PIC_1891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9JzD3D7wvI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EHfIBtZ35cg/s320/PIC_1891.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175325431959372530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tawnzau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9JzMnD7wwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hV6DubmGCN4/s1600-h/PIC_3377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9JzMnD7wwI/AAAAAAAAAEw/hV6DubmGCN4/s320/PIC_3377.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175325582283227906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T-shirt with shorts. Not sure though, probably he'd be a good football player :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9Jzh3D7wxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_C9vNss3rws/s1600-h/PIC_5333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9Jzh3D7wxI/AAAAAAAAAE4/_C9vNss3rws/s320/PIC_5333.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175325947355448082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sam Khuih&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9JztnD7wyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bNIkNduwYA8/s1600-h/PIC_5373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9JztnD7wyI/AAAAAAAAAFA/bNIkNduwYA8/s320/PIC_5373.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175326149218911010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Naute Pheikhawk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9Jz6nD7wzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_N6lSxoV97g/s1600-h/PIC_5757.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9Jz6nD7wzI/AAAAAAAAAFI/_N6lSxoV97g/s320/PIC_5757.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175326372557210418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Gloves for my lil' kiddo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9J0-3D7w0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uWCEXSHKHB0/s1600-h/PIC_6388.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9J0-3D7w0I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/uWCEXSHKHB0/s320/PIC_6388.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175327545083282242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Don't know what is this. Sort of Apron?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9J1O3D7w1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/vwGzs8hCWjY/s1600-h/PIC_6433.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9J1O3D7w1I/AAAAAAAAAFY/vwGzs8hCWjY/s320/PIC_6433.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175327819961189202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;T-shirt leh kekorbul dang leh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-7602171341578293959?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/7602171341578293959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=7602171341578293959' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/7602171341578293959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/7602171341578293959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/03/yet-another-stuff-for-adrian.html' title='Yet a lot more Stuffs for Adrian'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R9JxUHD7wqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/p9T-XZ0keag/s72-c/PIC_5070.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-5429559033245683869</id><published>2008-02-16T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T03:26:02.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Naupang^Fel</title><content type='html'>Who really is Naupang Fel, it's nobody else but me Dave. Neither I'm a poet, nor a writer but some kind of lil' rapper as far as Hmuh ka zuamlo is concerned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7aeGOAzHZI/AAAAAAAAADw/2GqJDSNQuHs/s1600-h/PIC_1937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7aeGOAzHZI/AAAAAAAAADw/2GqJDSNQuHs/s320/PIC_1937.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167491452132072850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naupang^Fel in his Naupang^Fel Dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7afQuAzHaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FG5yG05ZZXQ/s1600-h/PIC_8670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7afQuAzHaI/AAAAAAAAAD4/FG5yG05ZZXQ/s320/PIC_8670.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167492732032327074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in my room, since I don't own a Car.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-5429559033245683869?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/5429559033245683869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=5429559033245683869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/5429559033245683869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/5429559033245683869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/02/naupangfel.html' title='Naupang^Fel'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7aeGOAzHZI/AAAAAAAAADw/2GqJDSNQuHs/s72-c/PIC_1937.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-7866241764080928427</id><published>2008-02-15T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T03:40:20.834-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Couple of Stuffs for My Kid</title><content type='html'>If you had read the first article in my blog, you'd have no doubt that I'm gonna have a kid within a couple of months. With that said, I bought quite a few things for my kid. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7aV5-AzHYI/AAAAAAAAADo/BVt0InkXirE/s1600-h/PIC_5294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7aV5-AzHYI/AAAAAAAAADo/BVt0InkXirE/s320/PIC_5294.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167482445585653122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just entered a shop called Just Born and asked them if they have this kind of stuff. Of course, they do..But the problem lies beneath my wallet. I was out of money!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7aVv-AzHXI/AAAAAAAAADg/Dq0SSEEH2go/s1600-h/PIC_4605.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7aVv-AzHXI/AAAAAAAAADg/Dq0SSEEH2go/s320/PIC_4605.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167482273786961266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;However, I just got an idea from mcDoufer that I had to look for these items in Medical Stores. That in turn gave me an idea that I could find them in Food World as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7aVpOAzHWI/AAAAAAAAADY/D5Qwz2tHFV4/s1600-h/PIC_2123.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7aVpOAzHWI/AAAAAAAAADY/D5Qwz2tHFV4/s320/PIC_2123.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167482157822844258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried naming all of these pictures but to no avail. I was not able to keep their names with the corresponding pictures since I'm not a tech savy :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7aVfOAzHVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/w0AXxlD3y7Q/s1600-h/PIC_1623.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7aVfOAzHVI/AAAAAAAAADQ/w0AXxlD3y7Q/s320/PIC_1623.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167481986024152402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top to toe ....something. I can't no longer recall what exactly is this tiny bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7aVaeAzHUI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ur2-CAbCCvA/s1600-h/PIC_1185.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7aVaeAzHUI/AAAAAAAAADI/Ur2-CAbCCvA/s320/PIC_1185.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167481904419773762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby Powder, buy 1 get 1 free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7aVTuAzHTI/AAAAAAAAADA/RTkV5f2jazo/s1600-h/PIC_0196.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7aVTuAzHTI/AAAAAAAAADA/RTkV5f2jazo/s320/PIC_0196.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167481788455656754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Collection of baby stuffs. Don't really know what's inside.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-7866241764080928427?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/7866241764080928427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=7866241764080928427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/7866241764080928427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/7866241764080928427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/02/couple-of-stuffs-for-my-kid.html' title='A Couple of Stuffs for My Kid'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R7aV5-AzHYI/AAAAAAAAADo/BVt0InkXirE/s72-c/PIC_5294.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-5748120137869965429</id><published>2008-02-10T09:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T10:44:48.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>XBox</title><content type='html'>The most tiny XBox I've ever seen and the cheapest one as well. Believe it or not, you can really play a game with this XBox. Have any questions about the price? It is being sold for Rs 5/- in Choolaimedu, Chennai Mizo veng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6851sbVLII/AAAAAAAAAC4/SiLN66AHQDU/s1600-h/PIC_6283.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6851sbVLII/AAAAAAAAAC4/SiLN66AHQDU/s320/PIC_6283.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165410892238892162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XBox, the future technology&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-5748120137869965429?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/5748120137869965429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=5748120137869965429' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/5748120137869965429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/5748120137869965429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/02/xbox.html' title='XBox'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6851sbVLII/AAAAAAAAAC4/SiLN66AHQDU/s72-c/PIC_6283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822.post-2809764300630900863</id><published>2008-02-04T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T01:53:41.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Still Complain?</title><content type='html'>I got these pictures from one of my colleagues and I just posted in this space since I find this interesting. Not my arts, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6beziKZZFI/AAAAAAAAACg/Oiu7ozEk1ZQ/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6beziKZZFI/AAAAAAAAACg/Oiu7ozEk1ZQ/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163058999751959634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6beuiKZZEI/AAAAAAAAACY/mb7wiJ_YstI/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6beuiKZZEI/AAAAAAAAACY/mb7wiJ_YstI/s320/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163058913852613698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6benSKZZDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/14RNpSbBklw/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6benSKZZDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/14RNpSbBklw/s320/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163058789298562098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6beiSKZZCI/AAAAAAAAACI/Gh6xGtq6YLI/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6beiSKZZCI/AAAAAAAAACI/Gh6xGtq6YLI/s320/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163058703399216162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6beciKZZBI/AAAAAAAAACA/mWW16JXjE8U/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6beciKZZBI/AAAAAAAAACA/mWW16JXjE8U/s320/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163058604614968338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6beQyKZZAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iQSTmgUUQKE/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6beQyKZZAI/AAAAAAAAAB4/iQSTmgUUQKE/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163058402751505410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6beLCKZY_I/AAAAAAAAABw/kjnwAu43LiA/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6beLCKZY_I/AAAAAAAAABw/kjnwAu43LiA/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163058303967257586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you still complaining? Observe around you and be thankful for all that you have in this transitory lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are fortunate, we have much more than what we need to be content. Let's try not to feed this endless cycle of consumerism and immorality in which this "modern and advanced" society forgets and ignores the two thirds of our brothers and sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's complain less and give more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7153791697099882822-2809764300630900863?l=naupangfel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/feeds/2809764300630900863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7153791697099882822&amp;postID=2809764300630900863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2809764300630900863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default/2809764300630900863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-you-still-complain.html' title='Do You Still Complain?'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/SC-csRSEnaI/AAAAAAAAAHM/DekbDl_P9XY/S220/226027aFhe_w.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_l46KXSDufBg/R6beziKZZFI/AAAAAAAAACg/Oiu7ozEk1ZQ/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
