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Giving in this time...


I was fighting with this idea of having a registered domain name and for a long time I have resisted this temptation. My reason was simple: I am not a celebrity or a famous person to have my own website. And I took so much consolation in the fact that not many people visit my blog anyway. That’s why I felt what www.blogger.com gifted me free was certainly enough. 

I started blogging back in 2006, but like my friend Passu, I didn’t know the significance of blogging as I do now. I used to post a few pictures from my class picnics and other events. And it was only in 2009 I started to take blogging seriously. If you look closely, I have blogged considerably more in the beginning and then started to falter. But I am glad now the trend is picking up again.

Today blogging provides me a space to speak out and raise my concerns about what is happening. Sometimes I just blabber without any meaning. It is my belief that everyone should start blogging and start to contribute towards strengthening our nascent democracy. 

This time I am giving in - you will find my blog redirected to www.nawangpenstar.com. Nothing has really changed though. But I still remain a humble figure and not at all raised to a celebrity figure.       

Anyway – my dear readers – welcome to my blog. It is an old one, but still with a new domain to go with, it feels new. Here is hoping that with the launch of my own domain name, this blog would grow and ultimately invite more followers and readers alike. Welcome and please continue to inspire me as you have always done.

Thank you Pema Gyamtsho for your kind help and support. 

Tashi Delek!

Comments

  1. AnonymousSeptember 28, 2011 at 12:09 AM

    Sure bro. You just need to keep updating. There are assured readers here. Congrats for getting a new personal domain! I too got one created since which I started blogging. Thanks to Pema, my bro., for the same. :)

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  2. lotey omSeptember 28, 2011 at 9:13 AM

    ohh thats nice, both of you. aue gi bum has become more pretty :))

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  3. Ngawang PhuntshoSeptember 28, 2011 at 11:22 AM

    Thanks Langa and Lotey. Means a lot.

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  4. Dendup Siddhartha ChophelSeptember 28, 2011 at 12:33 PM

    hey ngawang..can u give me ur number

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  5. Dendup Siddhartha ChophelSeptember 28, 2011 at 12:44 PM

    or call me...since i lost my phone, i lost ur number too, thnx

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  6. Ngawang PhuntshoSeptember 28, 2011 at 1:29 PM

    Ok...

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  7. RikuSeptember 28, 2011 at 2:22 PM

    Hey, congrats! Surely, we will keep visiting your website.

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  8. PaSsuSeptember 28, 2011 at 6:14 PM

    Congratulations, you finally done it. It's not about being popular, it's about how serious you are about blogging- and now it shows out boldly.

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  9. RekhaSeptember 28, 2011 at 6:40 PM

    Ngawang, i have been debating on the same as you. Need to get hold of one though soon.

    And oh my Gosh!! Your daughter, she is a replica of you:)Look at her lips and the lower part of her face....she is so so you :D..

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  10. Ngawang PhuntshoSeptember 29, 2011 at 11:12 AM

    Thanks Riku, PasSu and i relate to that. Appreciated. And yeah i relate, why don't you go ahead and register one for yourself. Certainly you deserve one. Same goes to Riku.

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  11. RekhaSeptember 30, 2011 at 2:27 PM

    Thank u Penstar!!!! I would love to have one and planning on that...where do i start??? Help me on this.

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  12. Ngawang PhuntshoSeptember 30, 2011 at 2:41 PM

    Hey i relate to that, drop me a mail in my email: nawangpenstar(at)gmail.com and will give you the details. It is not much of a big deal anyways. I will give you the contact info.

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