<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867</id><updated>2011-11-05T05:22:23.600-07:00</updated><category term='th'/><title type='text'>loteY's : straight from the heart</title><subtitle type='html'>those unspoken ones !</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-6196581326449628550</id><published>2011-09-15T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T08:02:46.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='th'/><title type='text'>Being a citizen</title><summary type='text'>
:) my this essay won the best entry for "Beyond the Ballot" Challenge ( bagging me 10,000 Ngultrun  cash prize plus a certificate), Celebrating International day for Democracy 15 sept. Bhutan Centre for Media and Democracy hosted the competition together with  UNDP, and UNDEF on the theme "Citizen". what does it mean to be a citizen?Being a citizenThe meaning of being a citizen extends beyond </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/6196581326449628550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2011/09/being-citizen.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/6196581326449628550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/6196581326449628550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2011/09/being-citizen.html' title='Being a citizen'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-2498713964650244872</id><published>2011-09-03T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T04:37:33.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to the bear :)</title><summary type='text'>

Knowing 'Love' + missing you 
Love is a crazy thing; it makes you want to cry, frustrated and messed up. It leaves you in total confusion and illusion. Because one is giving too much, so are the expectation and when these hopes go wrong, there is only hurting and pain at both ends. Sometimes you will wish if you didn’t love that person, because if you didn’t, walking away and never looking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/2498713964650244872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2011/09/talking-to-bear.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/2498713964650244872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/2498713964650244872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2011/09/talking-to-bear.html' title='Talking to the bear :)'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ehW3QrLJQ8Y/TmIMHRTu6hI/AAAAAAAAAHc/3bMaXWccHw0/s72-c/Snapshot+of+me+66.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-2090631293204984178</id><published>2011-08-04T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:29:18.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not just the roses alone</title><summary type='text'>
Going got so disheartening and hopelessly tough that now I’m saying, ‘ok life take your share, you have been kind to me till now’. Life has given me more than I even asked for, wondering if I ever appreciated.  How could I have had any complain those days? If ever I had

Diagnosed with tinnitus recently and I am so damn down at the moment. Guess what? My doctor suggested me a very comforting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/2090631293204984178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-just-roses-alone.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/2090631293204984178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/2090631293204984178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2011/08/not-just-roses-alone.html' title='Not just the roses alone'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-7431879522034227023</id><published>2011-06-18T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:30:05.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..dies but not by itself</title><summary type='text'>
At a point in my life, I tried to fit in with the people around. That didn’t just include: showing up at some festive gathering even at times when i didn’t wanted to because there is something the society calls it cooperation, wearing outfits which were supposedly in fashion, giving opinions which sometimes might not have been what you wanted to say but knew what the other person expected to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/7431879522034227023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2011/06/dies-but-not-by-itself.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/7431879522034227023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/7431879522034227023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2011/06/dies-but-not-by-itself.html' title='..dies but not by itself'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-1339574453466743568</id><published>2011-06-05T04:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:31:05.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the act that goes unrealized</title><summary type='text'>While a plate of well cooked, deliciously appealing beef may sound an amazing meal, that piece of meat suffered and went through a lot of pain to reach this destination. No one heard his cries when he prayed not to be killed. Every tear drop that fell from his eye would have contained pains unmeasurable, prayers asking for mercy. No one felt the pain when his blood got drained and flesh removed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/1339574453466743568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2011/06/act-that-goes-unrealized.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/1339574453466743568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/1339574453466743568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2011/06/act-that-goes-unrealized.html' title='the act that goes unrealized'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-8915729895276258164</id><published>2011-02-19T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:31:41.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the 'living'</title><summary type='text'>If I can turn back in time and to live my past one more time, will I want to keep all those mistakes made from happening? Or do I still think those mistakes were worth making to get me the person I am now. Did I even learn anything? But whether mistakes amendable or not, there always was a way forward, every moment had its reason. Living is a weird event, experiences bring realization. We were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/8915729895276258164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2011/02/into-living.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/8915729895276258164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/8915729895276258164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2011/02/into-living.html' title='Into the &apos;living&apos;'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-5414541782857454058</id><published>2010-08-30T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:32:32.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little things, big things..in the end?</title><summary type='text'>Places become home after sometime, only to realize at some point that your soul has been sucked from the core. 

Unable to make it work with the people around. With the selfish ones, you try to make it up but for how long. After sometime you will just want to leave them alone saying let them be blessed. With the good ones, I was not good enough to take in their good nature. 
 And to the ones I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/5414541782857454058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-things-big-thingsin-end.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/5414541782857454058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/5414541782857454058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/08/little-things-big-thingsin-end.html' title='Little things, big things..in the end?'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-5715465848764753998</id><published>2010-07-13T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:32:52.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>True words of me to my love</title><summary type='text'>Because of love and care we have lived. Out of love and care there comes a tear. Out of attraction there comes a fear and with the fear there brings a confusion. Most of all, it is the humanity in us that creates misunderstanding. Out of affection we feel sorry, for, the fragrance of a true love will never let the soul die, no matter what.  A reason of a forever wonder, bigger than the universe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/5715465848764753998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/07/true-words-of-me-to-my-love.html#comment-form' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/5715465848764753998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/5715465848764753998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/07/true-words-of-me-to-my-love.html' title='True words of me to my love'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-3736706279998370364</id><published>2010-07-05T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:33:15.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If anything make sense</title><summary type='text'>
Time goes by, life move on and we get dragged. Because it is a cycle, every phase is unavoidable. Sometimes we don’t want to open our arms, if only that will make any difference. Some moments of the past, I wish I had it still but the reality, even the stillness is on move. Whatever it takes and where it might, I still keep this hope in me but when the lights are down in the middle of the night,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/3736706279998370364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-anything-make-sense.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/3736706279998370364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/3736706279998370364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-anything-make-sense.html' title='If anything make sense'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-3810286494697379516</id><published>2010-04-28T06:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:34:39.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>look up in the sky</title><summary type='text'>You are too less important a figure in my world to even think I’ll get offended by your comments. The very reason why I do not really care what is being said around. Evil and anger is in everyone. Some choose not to show for they understand nothing good but only evil will be reciprocated.
 Sometimes people need to think what good you have in thinking the other person is watching every step of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/3810286494697379516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/04/look-up-in-sky.html#comment-form' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/3810286494697379516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/3810286494697379516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/04/look-up-in-sky.html' title='look up in the sky'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-1521875024757789811</id><published>2010-04-25T07:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:35:41.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Story of a man</title><summary type='text'>Sky is my brother, he tells and no one knows not what he means, I dont either. I ask 'how are you today?' He answers he been drinking the whole day. 'You didnt go to work again today', I ask. He tells me what do he do? The world sees him mad. ' I talk nonsense' he confess ' can I sing a song for you?'


So then he sings,   
Why do people fall in love
I am jealous to see u with some other guy
But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/1521875024757789811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/04/story-of-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/1521875024757789811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/1521875024757789811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/04/story-of-man.html' title='Story of a man'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-63643303979587919</id><published>2010-03-02T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:36:01.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..and you'll know there is a soul in you</title><summary type='text'>An angel at the beach tells her story; saw a star falling down. Unable to believe the beauty created, almost lost her breathe. Just a blink and the star already plunged into the salty ocean. All she got was a drop of water thrown back. Sad for not being able to catch before it disappeared but looking at the sky she was happy to see many stars looking down at her. So she sits, waiting for the next</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/63643303979587919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-youll-know-there-is-soul-in-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/63643303979587919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/63643303979587919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-youll-know-there-is-soul-in-you.html' title='..and you&apos;ll know there is a soul in you'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-3117792850551871257</id><published>2010-02-28T16:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:36:23.905-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing unusual; my day</title><summary type='text'>
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You pass a gift shop and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/178392382249152542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/02/photo-by-myself-gift-that-was-worth-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/178392382249152542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/178392382249152542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/02/photo-by-myself-gift-that-was-worth-to.html' title='Not in the prize!'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/S2hYjnx2fsI/AAAAAAAAAFA/SWwbnPn9s-o/s72-c/100_0357.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-8068055879678729065</id><published>2010-02-01T09:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:37:17.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Night and the rain!</title><summary type='text'>I knew something was unusual. It was already pass midnight when me and kezang left our friends' home. They were all drunk but trust me we didnt, not a sip. They insisted on dropping us but our denial :p Half way on the way it rained. She suggested we sit under that big tree until the rain subsided but I told we keep walking cuz the street sounded so damn silent. Few steps and more rain drops </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/8068055879678729065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-and-rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/8068055879678729065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/8068055879678729065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-and-rain.html' title='Night and the rain!'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-1114033809529007374</id><published>2010-01-19T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:37:42.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To those friends..night of 19th Jan 2010</title><summary type='text'>

Dedicated to Kezang, Ngajay, Kencho and KinzangYou have such wonderful friends and of course mine like always the best. Those singing sessions were awesome. Learn to live each moment, we proved it, tomorrow is never certain. It is not the place or the time that counts but the company and moments we make out if it that makes all the difference.

Considering the saying, it is not the voice or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/1114033809529007374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-those-friendsnight-of-19th-jan-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/1114033809529007374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/1114033809529007374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-those-friendsnight-of-19th-jan-2010.html' title='To those friends..night of 19th Jan 2010'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-279083059777017193</id><published>2010-01-07T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T22:38:07.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Awake after midnight!</title><summary type='text'>When asked, what do we really speak? Many times we just want to bring out the words which are already expected to hear by the other. Fail to bring out the truth just in case you might hurt the other person. Even when you know, what he is convinced a right in his way is an absolute wrong notion. Forget about speaking, even in writing, people produce in a way from a reader's perspective. 'We' being</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/279083059777017193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/01/awake-after-midnight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/279083059777017193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/279083059777017193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2010/01/awake-after-midnight.html' title='Awake after midnight!'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-4961340189146761806</id><published>2009-12-30T10:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T19:07:58.639-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As the year ends</title><summary type='text'>
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During my primary school days, I was to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/6023769997326477123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-along-road-not-taken.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/6023769997326477123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/6023769997326477123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/12/what-along-road-not-taken.html' title='What along the road not taken?'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-4902173052880005740</id><published>2009-12-04T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T19:30:29.083-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The feel and the unknown</title><summary type='text'>We are Ok the most when we are hurt the most. Everything is alright when things seem to go wrong from every possible angle. Sadness and pain in our heart we compensate with a smile on our face. Nothing much can be told when a lot tale is to be shared. Silence sometimes become louder than the words.

People come and go. Reasons are never known why we meet. They never tell why they had to leave. We</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/4902173052880005740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-are-ok-most-when-we-are-hurt-most.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/4902173052880005740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/4902173052880005740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-are-ok-most-when-we-are-hurt-most.html' title='The feel and the unknown'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-6918080041088940482</id><published>2009-11-27T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T23:09:46.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One among many such stories</title><summary type='text'>It was passed midnight, Yelden was sleeping peacefully when she woke up to the crackling sound of
her door. She knew not what was going on when suddenly a man forced himself in. Yelden was just 16,
she was frightened, nervous and scared. She didn't know what to do. She was embarrassed to shout for
help. Her uncle was sleeping in the next room. She thought it was an embarrassment to shout and wake</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/6918080041088940482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-among-many-such-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/6918080041088940482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/6918080041088940482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/11/one-among-many-such-stories.html' title='One among many such stories'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-5387301462955908460</id><published>2009-11-25T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T08:35:51.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time I pack my things</title><summary type='text'>
Just the books and clothes. Realized I don't really have anything as such to pack. Well that is good cuz I hate packing and specially when there are lots thing to pack I just get lost. More then packing I dislike having lot things to carry while traveling. More so I have to fit my stuff in some of my friends' room. So, lesser the better.

Yes I am going away. Leaving my university soon. Until </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/5387301462955908460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-i-pack-my-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/5387301462955908460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/5387301462955908460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/11/time-i-pack-my-things.html' title='Time I pack my things'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-6695041891243847797</id><published>2009-11-25T05:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T10:43:18.854-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On his birthday</title><summary type='text'>I feel special as I join you in celebrating your birthday this year. Hope each day you find reasons only to smile. 
   
 I know I have been moving a little fast recently but with each talk I have with you I just want to get more close. 
    
 I smile not because I am in love but because to me love is you.
   
 Two years ago when we met, little did I know we would get this far. If surprises are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/6695041891243847797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-special-as-i-join-you-in.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/6695041891243847797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/6695041891243847797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-feel-special-as-i-join-you-in.html' title='On his birthday'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/Sw6I1pk8tEI/AAAAAAAAAEI/iz6xk-rm1mg/s72-c/gyams....session+303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-2299696939280732747</id><published>2009-11-21T22:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:21:57.307-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of dreams and surprises</title><summary type='text'>Some morning you wake up to find yourself that almost all your dreams have taken its phase to reality. Another time you feel, every grip you been holding might fall apart anytime soon, yet there is always an inner voice which wouldn't want you to just stare. Next morning you wake up to new dreams and hopes. Everyday is but a surprise, this surprise which associate yesterday to tomorrow is one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/2299696939280732747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-dreams-and-surprises.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/2299696939280732747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/2299696939280732747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/11/of-dreams-and-surprises.html' title='Of dreams and surprises'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-1687518471838556204</id><published>2009-11-20T05:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T22:21:18.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet another end of academic year</title><summary type='text'>Having come to the end of my fourth semester, it is such a relief. I remember, few months back I was waiting for my third semester exam to get over. Today I feel almost satisfied as I look back at the works I have done,  and the pace I managed to hold. You know how sometime it gets hard to keep going. Lotey might be complaining, may be I am just a little too weak than a lot you, but then again </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/1687518471838556204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/11/yet-another-end-of-academic-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/1687518471838556204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/1687518471838556204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/11/yet-another-end-of-academic-year.html' title='Yet another end of academic year'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-5621390741646123331</id><published>2009-10-27T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T04:16:47.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Words that are; for you</title><summary type='text'>Silence was what all my life became after I was heart broken one time. Out of the blue you came bringing all those forgotten meanings of living back to me. Playing music was what I used to do but with your coming, made me to hear those songs, and I can feel that those musics which I played thousand times did actually have a lot more to tell, more then what came up in the lyrics.

You say that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/5621390741646123331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/words-that-are-for-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/5621390741646123331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/5621390741646123331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/words-that-are-for-you.html' title='Words that are; for you'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-6661964596053898155</id><published>2009-10-22T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T16:25:28.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The time that is; just another chapter to lotey's life</title><summary type='text'>
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'Is it going to rain?' I thought, bending my head backward a little as I tried to stare at the sky that signaled the approaching of a  down pour. I smiled as I continued walking along the lonely road. After all rain isn't too bad, I have always loved rain. (more so if it was just a drizzle.. walking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/6661964596053898155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-that-is-just-another-chapter-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/6661964596053898155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/6661964596053898155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-that-is-just-another-chapter-to.html' title='The time that is; just another chapter to lotey&apos;s life'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-3359121938094354318</id><published>2009-10-20T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T21:08:12.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The heart opens</title><summary type='text'>Often during my high school days I saw myself left in amazement when I had so many so called crushes, which at the most lasted for not more than a week. I used to wonder how would it be to feel a real love. I used to wonder how different it might be from all those crushes I was having at the time. I doubted if falling for someone truly was possible. I doubted if all those ancient love stories we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/3359121938094354318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/heart-opens.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/3359121938094354318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/3359121938094354318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/heart-opens.html' title='The heart opens'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-2827004928277507475</id><published>2009-10-16T09:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T05:05:27.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This moment!</title><summary type='text'>
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 I live for today, for my past gives me pain. Happy or sad, memories are always a pain. Sorrows of those sad days rejuvenate as I flash back the days. Those happy little moments brings me nostalgia. But this moment, the very present is the moment I want to smile, is the moment I have.

The dreams of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/2827004928277507475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/2827004928277507475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/2827004928277507475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-moment.html' title='This moment!'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-4170947135850207101</id><published>2009-10-11T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T07:13:24.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of nothing!</title><summary type='text'>As I came back from the university, exhausted and hungry;
I meet my friend in front of the door, she sees my assignment grade and shouts ' ohh my god', as if I murdered her child. She always brags bout getting high distinction during all her college life. What is there to be so much of ' ohh my god ' in my getting B negative. After all I didn't even fail. 

Often I am left in amazement with some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/4170947135850207101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/out-of-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/4170947135850207101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/4170947135850207101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/out-of-nothing.html' title='Out of nothing!'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-105136266480196712</id><published>2009-10-09T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T07:02:18.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The indefinable emotion</title><summary type='text'>
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I thought he was strange. As we became friends I thought he was cool. When I came to know him more, he seemed funny. When he started having crush on me he looked shy. Very sweet

One fine evening he wanted to see me, I hoped ok..a casual talk may be. To my fear he proposed me. I was not able to say </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/105136266480196712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/indefinable-emotion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/105136266480196712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/105136266480196712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/indefinable-emotion.html' title='The indefinable emotion'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-8323853273382960004</id><published>2009-10-08T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:56:03.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We and the doings</title><summary type='text'>How many more are left to be blamed? For how long are you going to keep blaming?who is responsible?  The creator himself, your spouse, you family, friends or the fate? Etc etc..  One thing we must realize is whatever were (or are) the causes of our current position, the first decision came from our own self. Every circumstances that one face today are but the cause of choices made yesterday.To </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/8323853273382960004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-and-doings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/8323853273382960004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/8323853273382960004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-and-doings.html' title='We and the doings'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-3733807655401628202</id><published>2009-10-05T21:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:49:24.674-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the much dedicated poem</title><summary type='text'> 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	 Three days back I wrote a poem dedicated to one of my close friends. Well actually to tell, it wasn't much of a poem. Was just some random lines which came up upon visiting his profile on one of the social networking site. That friend sounded a little stressed in the message he sent to me. So I thought I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/3733807655401628202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/much-dedicated-poem_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/3733807655401628202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/3733807655401628202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/much-dedicated-poem_05.html' title='the much dedicated poem'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-4822338164938106984</id><published>2009-10-05T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:49:49.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5th oct, the walk</title><summary type='text'> 	&lt;!-- 		@page { size: 8.5in 11in; margin: 0.79in } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.08in } 	--&gt; 	 And today evening as I was taking a walk, just me alone. Those trees really got something to share. I could feel that winter has already said good bye. The  leaves seem to smell more refreshing like never before. I lost there in the glory of nature in the dusk. My thoughts wondered..lost in the fragrance of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/4822338164938106984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/5th-oct-walk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/4822338164938106984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/4822338164938106984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/5th-oct-walk.html' title='5th oct, the walk'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-8407719103966266995</id><published>2009-10-05T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T04:51:10.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The trust within</title><summary type='text'>Every fall gives you an opportunity to rise. Dreams may seem far and hope almost dying, but still who doesn't keep hope? Hope while losing hope.Hard work  is the only way to success. Without hard work no miracle is going to happen. More importantly, your attitude can get you where you want to be. The foremost quality in one should be having faith in oneself.  Believe in oneself is the cause of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/8407719103966266995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/believe-in-oneself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/8407719103966266995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/8407719103966266995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/believe-in-oneself.html' title='The trust within'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-1811879395724274356</id><published>2009-10-03T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:01:43.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As they revisit</title><summary type='text'>Year 2006 was the best of times for them. Yangki , Yangchen and Penjor happened to be class mates. They had their own circle of friends but the three together formed one wonderfully funny group. The three had vastly different characters, yet they had so much in common. All three of them talked too much and they all had extremely high sense of humor. They came from a completely different parental </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/1811879395724274356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-they-revisit_03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/1811879395724274356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/1811879395724274356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/10/as-they-revisit_03.html' title='As they revisit'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-5352108706555526762</id><published>2009-09-29T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T20:00:39.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In actual!</title><summary type='text'>We complain of missing home while some doesn't even have a shelter to stay. We complain of getting old while some has to die young. Complain that our parents aren't rich enough to buy all the fancy things while we know some doesn't even have a mother. Want the latest design while some cannot afford to keep themselves warm. Don't want to eat the left overs, our own left over food, while some go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/feeds/5352108706555526762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-actual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/5352108706555526762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6509136659835442867/posts/default/5352108706555526762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://loteyom.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-actual.html' title='In actual!'/><author><name>lotey om</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15229596759299450219</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHr34gKTa4s/StRi1beROCI/AAAAAAAAACw/gtUhN7JnLO4/S220/Snapshot_20091003_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6509136659835442867.post-9114402491349839132</id><published>2009-09-16T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T23:34:40.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little of a love story</title><summary type='text'>I get tired at times. Running away from ones own feeling is the worst chase I have ever had. Why am I not speaking up, when I got too much to pour out? It is not because I don't have ear that would listen. Friends are there I know. So then why? when it is known that speaking out lessens the pain you hold.

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