tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43414107039629127232024-02-20T09:48:17.439-08:00MyVdiariesmyVdiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03758173065120957186noreply@blogger.comBlogger12125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341410703962912723.post-881611508662754522011-09-01T00:32:00.000-07:002011-09-01T00:32:08.562-07:00So here the latest updates<b><i>Nothing much going around here these days, work is very slow since we only look for specific organization or functions to operate!<br />
Anyways i haven't been online on daily basis like i used to... keeping my FB home page open more like a background image... and my twittie a back up purple light! Anyhoo i was really busy in the forest with workers and family clearing an area to build a country home... this is where the dream start</i></b><br />
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<b><i>and i swear it not easy to make a cup of fresh tea here</i></b><br />
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<b><i>but the view is amazing... waking up every morning to see this? who wouldn't want?</i></b><br />
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<b><i>Here is part of the road that leads me home:</i></b><br />
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<b>The End!</b> =><br />
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myVdiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03758173065120957186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341410703962912723.post-57918380823093723032011-03-02T02:43:00.000-08:002011-03-02T02:43:49.064-08:00FLOWER<i>She dreams of the country<br />
her eyes go far away.<br />
She wishes for flowers<br />
He says, "Perhaps in May."<br />
<br />
The city always was gray<br />
the reflections of his eyes.<br />
And she knows he liked it that way<br />
And that way he shall die, well...<br />
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She's always known,<br />
that there was something more.<br />
There's this hunger in her belly<br />
like an instinct it tells her that there's something more.<br />
<br />
This living shouldn't be called living<br />
'cause it's really only half a life.<br />
She's a flower that grows despite cement holes<br />
And she will survive, she will survive.<br />
<br />
She's a rare breed with violet eyes<br />
and leafy limbs.<br />
In conversations she looks for cracks<br />
to dig her roots deep in.<br />
<br />
And her ways come up like daisies,<br />
she pushes her head to the sun.<br />
She says "I am content here to grow<br />
despite the steel frost that consumes everyone."<br />
<br />
She's always known,<br />
that there was something more.<br />
There's this hunger in her belly<br />
like an instinct it tells her that there's something more.<br />
<br />
This living shouldn't be called living<br />
'cause it's really only half a life.<br />
She's a flower that grows despite cement holes.<br />
And she will survive, she will survive.<br />
<br />
In the end these steel cages will consume us<br />
and like coffins ignorance will take us in and<br />
fashion don't mean anything<br />
'cause fashion cannot be our friends.<br />
<br />
And when all else fades away<br />
and the city falls into its sleep.<br />
We'll still have flesh, blood, bones and<br />
our soul to deal with so we should<br />
dig our roots deep.<br />
<br />
Always known,<br />
that there's something more.<br />
There's this hunger in our bellies<br />
it's like an instinct it tells us that there's something more.<br />
<br />
This living shouldn't be called living<br />
'cause it's really only half a life.<br />
She's a flower that grows despite cement holes.<br />
And we will survive, we will survive, we will survive, we will<br />
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</i>myVdiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03758173065120957186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341410703962912723.post-46336950253033069952011-02-27T03:41:00.001-08:002011-02-27T03:41:53.234-08:00Awwwwwww<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cIrqW_xb0U0&feature=related"></a><br />
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I wish This video was about Delena!But this is the better version in my opinion of course! I didnt like the live version!myVdiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03758173065120957186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341410703962912723.post-61499932376616282762011-02-26T09:43:00.000-08:002011-02-26T09:43:07.661-08:00Words from wolfgirl<i>A mask of plastic happiness often covers her sadness<br />
Her beliefs hidden from most<br />
Afraid of, but willing to face the unknown<br />
Wondering where her place is in this life<br />
She has come close to sharing herself<br />
Never completely revealing anything to anyone<br />
Feelings of invisible chains corner her<br />
When she dreams, reality shatters before her very eyes<br />
Accomplishments she strives for just at hands grasp<br />
She feels lost sometimes, not yet finding her notch in this world<br />
At times the glimmer in her calm eyes slowly disappears<br />
But within her heart a silent flame burns her inside and out<br />
She roams day by day, playing roles<br />
Strength unknowingly resides in her<br />
History repeats itself once again<br />
The translucent veil she so proudly wears<br />
Little by little answers will come, pushing it aside<br />
One day there will be no more mask for her to wear<br />
One day her beliefs will be known<br />
One day she'll know her place in this life<br />
One day she will share herself<br />
ONE DAY this mask will be NO MORE</i><br />
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But I'll be close behind<br />
I'll follow you into the dark<br />
No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white<br />
Just our hands clasped so tight<br />
Waiting for the hint of a spark<br />
If Heaven and Hell decide<br />
That they both are satisfied<br />
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs<br />
<br />
If there's no one beside you<br />
When your soul embarks<br />
Then I'll follow you into the dark<br />
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In Catholic school as vicious as Roman rule<br />
I got my knuckles bruised by a lady in black<br />
And I held my tongue as she told me<br />
"Son fear is the heart of love"<br />
So I never went back<br />
If Heaven and Hell decide<br />
That they both are satisfied<br />
Illuminate the NOs on their vacancy signs<br />
<br />
If there's no one beside you<br />
When your soul embarks<br />
Then I'll follow you into the dark<br />
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You and me have seen everything to see<br />
From Bangkok to Calgary<br />
And the soles of your shoes are all worn down<br />
The time for sleep is now<br />
It's nothing to cry about<br />
'cause we'll hold each other soon<br />
In the blackest of rooms<br />
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</i>myVdiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03758173065120957186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341410703962912723.post-7477691486166975822011-02-24T03:03:00.000-08:002011-02-24T03:05:47.270-08:00Vitea Summa Brevis Spem - nos Vetat incohare longamThey are not long, the weeping and the laughter<br />
Love and desire and hate:<br />
I think they have no portion in us after<br />
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They are not long, the days of wine and roses:<br />
out of a misty dream<br />
our path emerges for a while, then closes<br />
Within a dream.myVdiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03758173065120957186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341410703962912723.post-1040649133971415352011-02-20T11:40:00.000-08:002011-02-20T11:40:11.462-08:00Forever and Always!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bbc8g83ic5g/TWFt7fCP5cI/AAAAAAAAADg/haPyofGP0vA/s1600/%252842%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear:left; float:left;margin-right:1em; margin-bottom:1em"><img border="0" height="200" width="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Bbc8g83ic5g/TWFt7fCP5cI/AAAAAAAAADg/haPyofGP0vA/s320/%252842%2529.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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so the story goes on down<br />
the less traveled road<br />
Its a variation on<br />
the one I was told<br />
and although its not the same<br />
its awful close, yeah<br />
<br />
in an ordinary fairy tale land<br />
there's a promise of a perfect happy end<br />
and I imagine having just short of that<br />
is better than nothing<br />
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so you'll be mine<br />
forever and almost always<br />
and I'll be fine<br />
just love me when you can<br />
and I'll wait patiently<br />
I'll wake up every day<br />
just hoping that you still care<br />
<br />
in the corner of my mind I know too well<br />
oh that surely even I deserve the best<br />
but instead of leaving<br />
I just put the issue to bed<br />
and outta my head<br />
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oh and just when I believe<br />
you've changed for good<br />
well you go and prove me wrong<br />
just like I knew you would<br />
when I run out of second chances<br />
you give me that look<br />
and you're off the hook<br />
<br />
because you're mine<br />
forever and almost always<br />
and I'm fine<br />
just love me when you can<br />
and I'll wait patiently<br />
I'll wake up every day<br />
just hoping that you still care<br />
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oh, what am I still doing here?<br />
oh, its all becoming so clear<br />
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And violets to be blue<br />
Why isn't my heart meant for you<br />
<br />
My hands longing to touch you<br />
But I can barely breathe<br />
Starry eyes that make me melt<br />
Right in front of me<br />
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Lost in this world<br />
I even get lost in this song<br />
And when the lights go down<br />
That is where I'll be found<br />
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This music's irresistible<br />
Your voice makes my skin crawl<br />
Innocent and pure<br />
I guess you heard it all before<br />
<br />
Mister Inaccessible<br />
Will this ever change<br />
One thing that remains the same<br />
You're still a picture in a frame<br />
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Awwwww the eyes and the smile kills me!<br />
myVdiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03758173065120957186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341410703962912723.post-65594871413032248422010-11-16T08:56:00.000-08:002010-11-16T09:38:10.065-08:00No vents???! doubt very much!Being so bored lately! Is it becos i stopped socializing or is it becos i am getting old...hmmm dont know which one comes first! <br />Lemme tell you everything that in my head in random order:<br /><br />1. Government Lies big time: Government of Nagaland is under budget and in debt according to officials(i know this cos they refused to give me some grants for a project)... but apparently its under control according to the local paper interview with the chief Minister. WTF!<br /><br />2. Winter is setting in and wedding season is fully on... wonder if i can find something out of this world to talk about later. The wedding are getting very competitive, extravagant and unique in their own ways, i wonder if i will be able to find a out of this world kind of thing here!Something that will say 'my big fat naga wedding' Hah!<br /><br />3. Hornbill is very close once again... thank you 'land of festival' more pollution, more accidents, more jams! Atleast make bigger better roads if you want to hold this kind of festival else eff off.<br /><br />4. No more rain! sigh! No water for another 5 months for Kohima... sad sad sad on the bright side no more landslide :) <br /><br />5. Christmas? really? Its just an excuse for young people to go out party, get drunk! Helloooo reality check, we have fun 24/7 - 365 why not sacrifice one day with family and be grateful for the life!<br /><br />6. More meat... poor pigs...poorer us! We are condemning ourselves to eat eat eat and suffer later, what a waste to spent the last few days of our lives in fear.<br /><br />7. More demands from the underground today again! Damn you all to hell! <br />Ok thats all for now.myVdiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03758173065120957186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341410703962912723.post-20236432627616067442010-10-18T02:03:00.000-07:002011-08-30T10:32:35.705-07:00Oh where is my Naga land?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ei1o9Aico6o/Tl0du9nM8MI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BQU-BNjvWhQ/s1600/TCPGATE_KMA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="319" width="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ei1o9Aico6o/Tl0du9nM8MI/AAAAAAAAAEk/BQU-BNjvWhQ/s320/TCPGATE_KMA.jpg" /></a></div>Image source Web!Kohima back in 50's i guess!<br />
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Ok today lets begin with what is Freedom? cos i seriously don't know what it actually means for me? Freedom according to my Silver dictionary is '<span style="font-style:italic;">the power or right to act, speak, or think as one wants without hindrance or restraint</span>'For me i have not been able to express my speech or for that matter exercise my right as a citizen at all! Of course the state of Nagaland comes under India's democratic rule so eventually I have more rights and more freedom as a citizen compared to some other countries and government, but i feel my rights have been negotiated and trampled with long before i came into existence.<br />
You see the political scenario in Nagaland is not like any other state or country. Besides the Indian government and state government we have (five i am told) underground government. Its chaos at its peek. Whatever rights we have from the Indian Democracy are no longer applicable to us! <br />
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Lemme tell you frankly why i say this (i am not an expert nor do i possess extra knowledge of constitutional rights and amendments blah blah blah, but i will tell you how much i know) :P<br />
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My freedom of expression/ Speech is under threat as i write this... sooner or later when someone from the NSCN IM/K/U/N/A to Z also sees this my life i will be in a lot of trouble... who knows they might go to the extend of sending me in exile! Kidding- Not ! But ya u never know! I guess this example is strong enough to give a clear picture of how my right to speech is deprived of me =( <am very sad>.<br />
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My freedom to live a life without the fear of discrimination or for that matter my security to feel safe in my town is also deprived from me. Everyday before it gets dark (for that matter the time is no more relevant i think it has become a 24/7 thing to be on guard) the need to lock doors and stay inside the house arise cos unwanted visitors have this habit of barging inn and demand for money, doesn't matter who you are or what you are if your house is on the path they cross you are automatically a victim and how can you feel safe outside when the only place you call your own and feel safe has been compromised?<br />
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Freedom/Right to practice any profession and earn a livelihood is nothing but a dream for me, the reality to start from scratch and struggle from rags to riches is all a myth cos even if i am willing to get down on my knees, borrow, work really hard for it i know in the end I'll be left with nothing cos how can i plan a profit when the demands for taxes from ten thousand UG parties comes the moment i opened the door to start a business! Development is a far cry here when the Authorities cant control the factions. (i know i exaggerated the ten thousand part, kindly adjust )<br />
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There is no doubt the political leaders are showing a poker face on a lot of issues here, you think for a moment too? India can destroy the whole of Nagaland within a span of 1 month and that too without involving the whole army? But why is She not? Simple! She understands where the people are coming from! She knows their problem and she is without a doubt helping the people of Nagaland. <br />
The factions in Nagaland no doubt is like the organized Mob/Mafia fighting for a cause and that's "Free Nagaland". But from what i have been experiencing for the past few weeks is, Free Naga's has cost us more than what we bargained for,it has cost us our life, our livelihood, our peace, our rights, our freedom. I am not anti-India nor am i anti-Naga. But where does it stop? What future do i have for my children? I am not ashamed to say that what i have today is being provided and earned rightfully by my father and then given to me and i live a luxurious life, but how am i going to secure this same life for my child if i do not have the opportunity and the rights and freedom?<br />
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Was it easy for my father? No! it was not, it has been more than hard for him to provide us with all this... but he made it... his faith in God pulled him and opened doors after doors. He achieved his dreams, in all this he has lived a purposeful and a successful life! I am yet to achieve my purpose and my dreams but i wonder if i will ever make it a reality.<br />
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One more point i have is, India is not planning to strike Nagaland cos of her strong determination and beliefs in democracy! Nagaland political leaders are to blame sadly cos they have used all means and methods to win the elections and by means i am referring to the help in terms of votes and other stuffs from the various factions that once they have come to power they are indebted to them hence cannot exercise power or control them. In a way they gave them complete control to manipulate them and so the saga of collecting taxes from innocent business person in small and big amount continues while the political leader gains from India and factions from the people leaving no room for development for public its all MY PROFIT THEIR GAIN! Alvida!<br />
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Image source: Copyright by Nayu! Kohima NagalandmyVdiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03758173065120957186noreply@blogger.com0Kohima, Nagaland, India25.67035 94.10951499999998825.6444355 94.090224499999991 25.696264499999998 94.128805499999984tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341410703962912723.post-12571630668151848482010-05-25T21:45:00.000-07:002010-05-25T21:49:32.491-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NOYE0oB_J_A/S_yn4U4K1YI/AAAAAAAAABw/RztncF78L4g/s1600/vlcsnap-2010-05-18-00h12m52s3.png"><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/_NOYE0oB_J_A/S_yn4U4K1YI/AAAAAAAAABw/RztncF78L4g/s320/vlcsnap-2010-05-18-00h12m52s3.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475435833094493570" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOYE0oB_J_A/S_yn4GkG9_I/AAAAAAAAABo/MdZm5xTz6fM/s1600/vlcsnap-2010-05-18-00h08m05s201.png"><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/_NOYE0oB_J_A/S_yn4GkG9_I/AAAAAAAAABo/MdZm5xTz6fM/s320/vlcsnap-2010-05-18-00h08m05s201.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475435829252257778" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOYE0oB_J_A/S_yn3TxJ-6I/AAAAAAAAABg/H2zhY8xlCP4/s1600/vlcsnap-2010-05-18-00h00m11s71.png"><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/_NOYE0oB_J_A/S_yn3TxJ-6I/AAAAAAAAABg/H2zhY8xlCP4/s320/vlcsnap-2010-05-18-00h00m11s71.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475435815616773026" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NOYE0oB_J_A/S_yn2_4jEmI/AAAAAAAAABY/Tbirg2w1JG4/s1600/vlcsnap-2010-05-18-00h04m29s91.png"><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/_NOYE0oB_J_A/S_yn2_4jEmI/AAAAAAAAABY/Tbirg2w1JG4/s320/vlcsnap-2010-05-18-00h04m29s91.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475435810279068258" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NOYE0oB_J_A/S_yn2p8yHvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r3cIPlH4QRw/s1600/vlcsnap-2010-05-17-23h59m06s188.png"><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/_NOYE0oB_J_A/S_yn2p8yHvI/AAAAAAAAABQ/r3cIPlH4QRw/s320/vlcsnap-2010-05-17-23h59m06s188.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475435804391251698" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'courier new';"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#990000;"><br />Here are some of my Fav Blair Moments! I love her! Her style is impeccable !</span></b></span>myVdiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03758173065120957186noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4341410703962912723.post-44016267931815947772010-05-19T08:14:00.000-07:002010-05-19T08:15:31.936-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#330033;">I really don't know what to say atm,but dfntly won't stop once i start! for now lets just say am testing the waters of blogging world. I have known, seen and heard alot about blogs but i never really tried it before cos maybe i was afraid i'd have very little time for this, now with no job and nothing much to do 70% of the time i think i will be spending a lot of sleepless night blogging or say worthless days...or wasted hours here. Maybe i just need to express myself out loud to the world here :) come what may...i have finally arrived!</span></span></span>myVdiarieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03758173065120957186noreply@blogger.com2