<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7153791697099882822</id><updated>2009-10-19T14:16:34.817-07:00</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'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naupangfel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7153791697099882822/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Naupang^Fel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01376336507586927950</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>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='https://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:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='12665759557627111024'/></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 xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>