<?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-15517815</id><updated>2011-09-04T10:56:13.094-04:00</updated><title type='text'>**The Lost Memories**</title><subtitle type='html'>"The Lost Memories, Remembered once again"
         ---Miha---</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*-Miha-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796959514239684351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-114131993283610688</id><published>2006-03-02T12:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T12:22:44.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Banned Identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Does this seem pursuasive???&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;A Banned Identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel, if your identity was taken away from you? How do you think the African-American’s felt when they were slaves to Americans, and their names were changed? Your name is part of your identity. Your identity also shows who you are, your uniqueness to this world, and your characteristics. But how would you feel if all of that was erased from you? This is what is happening to the women in France. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;As they say, Hijab is an identity of a Muslim woman. She knows her true self, when she submits to wearing the Hijab. Hijab is a scarf-like cloth that Muslim women wear, covering their hair, which is a symbol of beauty. If a woman goes into a room full of little kids, with a Hijab on, they won’t say anything, but if you take it off and come inside the room, the reaction of these kids would be amazement of how beautiful your hair is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;A 14-year old girl in France was asked to take off her Hijab in her school. She did not take it off, and was expelled from her school. This girl took it to the court. Her first try was a failure, but her second try was successful, but only for her school. Another girl was not allowed to wear it in school; she had shaved her hair off. Emilie Ouimet, a 13-year-old high school student, was sent home from school for wearing her Hijab. The main reason given by the principal was that the school had a strict code that forbade the use of caps or attire that would distinguish students from others. But don’t the others wear different styles of clothing, to differentiate themselves from the rest too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Schoolgirls in France were asked what they were most afraid of and they had said their headmistress banning Hijab in their school. "What does this veil mean to me?" asks Touria, a serious student at Delacroix. "It's part of who I am. It's not just some bit of fabric on my head. It's everything.” This shows how much French Muslims care about this piece of fabric on their head. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;If other girls can wear whatever they want in school, why can’t Muslim girls wear Hijab to school? In my opinion, everybody should have the right to practice their religion. Every Muslim woman should have the right to show their pride of their own religion even though it makes them appear different from the others. How would you feel if you were banned from doing something that is part of you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 154px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="130" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7349/1165/320/Hijab.jpg" width="206" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#66ff99;"&gt;Women around the World with different Hijab styles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Our Choice, Our Freedom, Our Right”&lt;br /&gt;-Muslim Women’s Association&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15517815-114131993283610688?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/114131993283610688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=114131993283610688' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/114131993283610688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/114131993283610688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/2006/03/banned-identity.html' title='A Banned Identity'/><author><name>*-Miha-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796959514239684351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-113943672101292951</id><published>2006-02-08T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T17:12:01.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Kaku</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7349/1165/320/cryingrain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffff66;"&gt;Salamz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Hey!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999900;"&gt;Wow!! I haven’t blogged in like months!!!!!!!! I should blog more frequently…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Newayz…&lt;br /&gt;Man!! Its snowing…and the snow is soo thick!!! It looks beautiful!! But too cold. Can’t wait till spring!!! The rain…the sun…the cloudy sky…plus u don’t have to carry ur 20 pound jacket with u everytime u go out. Can’t wait!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;U know, I’ve been thinking about my uncle (kaku) for a few dayz now…I went to Sunday school on Sunday…and I didn’t know there was a funeral going on in the masjid. This was my first funeral. And even though I never knew the lady personally, and never seen her before, I started crying. For some reason, I felt like I was at Kaku’s funeral. So many people prayed for that lady that day. even though I didn’t go to Kaku’s funeral, I wished that this many ppl (or more) ppl prayed for him too in his funeral. Plus the imam made his eulogy so beautiful…I felt like, what if I die at this second? What would I tell Allah (swt)? I felt kinda guilty though…cause I think I prayed more for kaku than that lady. But I still prayed for her. inshAllah he will go to Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;i should start my email for anika…I’m just too lazy to. that’s something me and her have in common…we’re BOTH TOO LAZY!!! To even rite emails. Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;I think M. apu’s coming back today. CONGRATS M.apu if ur reading this. On your wedding!! I wish I could’ve been there…I hope u and Masum Bhai work out the visa thing. And also CONGRATS to Afi apu. I saw u and Zaki apu’s pix…MashAllah. With ur sari on, u look beautiful. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;Had a math test today. It was SOOOO HARD!!! I hate geometry!!!! And I have a test in science tomorrow. so I better go study.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Salamz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. colorful eh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15517815-113943672101292951?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/113943672101292951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=113943672101292951' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113943672101292951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113943672101292951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/2006/02/remembering-kaku.html' title='Remembering Kaku'/><author><name>*-Miha-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796959514239684351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-113561945101882261</id><published>2005-12-26T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T12:50:51.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Well, Well...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7349/1165/320/eeyore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Well well well… haven’t updated this blog since like…hmm…well a long time! Ok so…school basically sucks rite now! But atleast we have winter break. And today is Christmas!! Lol. and the snowflakes r HUGE!! GOD!! It’s beautiful, but I sill HATE snow!! Can’t wait till spring!!! *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess wat happened yesterday? (actually I don’t know, it feels like I’m talking to someone, that’s y I’m talking like that. Its not like NEONE actually comments!! And Nira Apu is gone, and she was the only one that commented on my blog…*sigh* nira apu, I get soo sad evrytime I think of her!! GOD! Can u believe she’s getting married??? *sigh* it feels like just yesterday, wen we all played together outside our house. But believe it or not, its been 7 LONG yrs!!! Sheesh!!! Ok, I’m soo off topic now) well YESTERDAY… by noon, I was cramped up in a car that only fits 8 ppl, but 11 of us were in there!!! We were going to grand rapids and this uncle (NOTE: whoever whose not desi in here, we call all our family friendz uncle and auntie), so newayz… he wanted to pick us up and go to grand rapids together…oh yeah, and did I mention its like a 1 and a ½ hour drive there. Well it felt more like 3 hours!!! Newayz, so I was sittin in the back, with one of their cute little kids on my lap. (yeah, that’s wat I mean by squished in) she was 6. and you know me, I love music. So by the time we got there, my ears were hurting frm listening to music (ok, maybe that’s a little too much of exaggeration, but u get the point). You see, every month, a few of us bengali’s get together and we have this Islamic discussion. And us people my age and older/younger get to baby-sit the littlies. (hahahaha, I remember wen I was referred to as “one of the littlies” by Nira apu). Newayz, doesent that just sound GRAND!!! lol. then we came back around 12:30 am!! And u know how Bengali families, wen they get together, they just won’t get off till its at least 11:30 pm!! So then the other family, umm they were from Detroit, since it was late, they stayed over at our house for the night. (good thing we cleaned up…maybe I should keep that to myself…hehehehe) then I couldn’t get up today in the morning, slept in, till they left, ate and watched “daddy day care”. Lol, well that’s what they were showing on TV atm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re going out after a few hours, to watch “The Chronicles of Narnia: The lion, the witch and the wardrobe.” I remember reading that book for 6th grade. It was a good book. Neawyz, so one of our aunties are taking us there. And guess wat? I just found out that some other Bengali family are coming, and they r on their way to Holland, so they’ll stay over for the night! Oooo!! How great! Lol. but I like that auntie, she acts like a teenager, even though she’s married and has a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok well, I’m off to go see the movie!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, well that was yesterday. and the internet connection was SOOOO slow, so i couldn't post. u guyz r probably dreading my post eh? hahahahaha, once again, i dont even know who i'm talking to...except M. apu *cry*. even Nika doesent come to my blog. oh ya i forgot i was mad at her!!!!!!!!! ishi apu if u r reading this, tell her i'm mad at her!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oohhhh, and the movie was great!! a bit confusing, but cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know how excited i was about my b-day comin up, well i'm not sooo excited anymore...i mean its only 16! apu alwayz takes the fun out of my b-days. i get soo excited wen she turns watever age she turns (like wen she turned 16) i felt soo excited, i was like, OMG that's soooo old! and then wen it's my b-day time, i'm just like watev, it's only 16, apu is 19!!! u get the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i'll leave now. bye! salamz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. EID IS COMING!!! YAY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15517815-113561945101882261?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/113561945101882261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=113561945101882261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113561945101882261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113561945101882261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/2005/12/well-well-well.html' title='Well, Well, Well...'/><author><name>*-Miha-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796959514239684351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-113323287590331136</id><published>2005-11-28T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:54:35.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>making a hard decision</title><content type='html'>*sigh*  me and my family are about to make a life-changing decision about now, that has been bugging us for over quite a while now.  i'm sad.  the choices are staying here and me and my sis. finishing up school.   or going back to BD and me going a yr back.......&lt;br /&gt;plz pray for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15517815-113323287590331136?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/113323287590331136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=113323287590331136' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113323287590331136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113323287590331136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/2005/11/making-hard-decision.html' title='making a hard decision'/><author><name>*-Miha-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796959514239684351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-113293978024146905</id><published>2005-11-25T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T12:29:40.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Personality Tests...</title><content type='html'>sorry i got bored and decided to take those personality tests everyone is taking nowadayz. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/thoughtful.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a well liked, though underrated, blogger.You have a heart of gold, and are likely to blog for a cause.You're a peaceful blogger - no drama for you!A good listener and friend, you tend to leave thoughtful comments for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummm....i dont know about the thoughtful comments part...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFF2BF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your French Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAE6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/france.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Josette  Fabre&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/"&gt;What's Your French Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So call me Josette Fabre from now on.  hehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEE9E9" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brainy Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAFA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/brainy.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In high school, you were acing AP classes or hanging out in the computer lab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have been a bit of a geek back then, but now you're a total success!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/"&gt;Who Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha...me???  not taking any AP classes...yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Hidden Talent&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/waterfall.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have the power to persuade and influence others.&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of person who can turn a whole room around.&lt;br /&gt;The potential for great leadership is there, as long as you don't abuse it.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember, you have a lot more power over people than you might think!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourhiddentalentquiz/"&gt;What's Your Hidden Talent?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#B9D3EE" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#C6E2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.&lt;br /&gt;You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think.&lt;br /&gt;Your friends tend to be a as quirky as you are - which is saying a lot!&lt;br /&gt;You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/"&gt;How Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ummmm...that's close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CDDEFF" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Personality Is&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Idealist (NF)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a passionate, caring, and unique person.&lt;br /&gt;You are good at expressing yourself and sharing your ideals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the most compassionate of all types and connect with others easily.&lt;br /&gt;Your heart tends to rule you. You can't make decisions without considering feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seek out other empathetic people to befriend.&lt;br /&gt;Truth and authenticity matters in your friendships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love, you give everything you have to relationships. You fall in love easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At work, you crave personal expression and meaning in your career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With others, you communicate well. You can spend all night talking with someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as your looks go, you've likely taken the time to develop your own personal style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On weekends, you like to be with others. Charity work is also a favorite pastime of yours.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/threequestionpersonalitytest/"&gt;The Three Question Personality Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#98FB98" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Weird&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CAFBCA"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/weird-3.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normal enough to know that you're weird...&lt;br /&gt;But too damn weird to do anything about it!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howweirdareyouquiz/"&gt;How Weird Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* well atleast i'm 60% normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#999999" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Slow and Steady&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/serious.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friends see you as painstaking and fussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They see you as very cautious, extremely careful, a slow and steady plodder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It'd really surprise them if you ever did something impulsively or on the spur of the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They expect you to examine everything carefully from every angle and then usually decide against it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdopeopleseeyouquiz/"&gt;How Do People See You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhh well...thats enough for one day.  gotta go to jummah prayer. salamz all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15517815-113293978024146905?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/113293978024146905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=113293978024146905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113293978024146905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113293978024146905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/2005/11/personality-tests.html' title='Personality Tests...'/><author><name>*-Miha-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796959514239684351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-113209237444227480</id><published>2005-11-15T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T17:06:14.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl in my Neighborhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;The Girl in my Neighborhood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;Do you remember&lt;br /&gt;Many years ago&lt;br /&gt;When we were young,&lt;br /&gt;How we used to play together&lt;br /&gt;Everyday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday—&lt;br /&gt;The childhood world&lt;br /&gt;Of clowns and cotton candy&lt;br /&gt;And summer days&lt;br /&gt;That never seemed to end&lt;br /&gt;When we played hide ‘n’ seek&lt;br /&gt;From four o’ clock till dusk&lt;br /&gt;Then sat outside on the grass&lt;br /&gt;And listened to the crickets&lt;br /&gt;And slapped away mosquitoes&lt;br /&gt;And talked about our dreams&lt;br /&gt;And what we’d do when we grew up&lt;br /&gt;Until our mothers called us in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And do you remember&lt;br /&gt;That one winter when it snowed&lt;br /&gt;For days and days on end&lt;br /&gt;And we tried to build an igloo&lt;br /&gt;Like the Eskimos?&lt;br /&gt;Or when we made a game&lt;br /&gt;Of raking leaves&lt;br /&gt;All up and down the street&lt;br /&gt;Until we’d made the biggest pile&lt;br /&gt;The world had ever seen&lt;br /&gt;And then we jumped in it?&lt;br /&gt;Or how about the time&lt;br /&gt;We gathered some of our old stuff&lt;br /&gt;And decided to have a fundraiser?&lt;br /&gt;And the grand day when finally&lt;br /&gt;I got my training wheels to come off my bike.&lt;br /&gt;And we were free&lt;br /&gt;To explore the whole world&lt;br /&gt;In an afternoon&lt;br /&gt;So long as we stayed&lt;br /&gt;On our own campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But those days passed by furtively&lt;br /&gt;And we grew up, as children do&lt;br /&gt;Until we reached a day whe we&lt;br /&gt;Assumed that we were too grown-up&lt;br /&gt;To play amid the trees on summer nights…&lt;br /&gt;And when I see you know&lt;br /&gt;You’ve changed in ways I can’t explain&lt;br /&gt;You’re like a rose that blooms before its time&lt;br /&gt;And falls a victim to&lt;br /&gt;The February frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because the waist on your jeans is getting tight&lt;br /&gt;Symbolic of a youth that’s not your own.&lt;br /&gt;Your parents are here to pick you up.&lt;br /&gt;And the car speeds away&lt;br /&gt;And the girl in my neighborhood is gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I long once more&lt;br /&gt;For the summer days and nights&lt;br /&gt;When I stood outside&lt;br /&gt;Infront of your house&lt;br /&gt;And banged on your door&lt;br /&gt;And bade you come outside to greet&lt;br /&gt;The afternoon’s adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you come out to play, once more?&lt;br /&gt;For we are still still so young…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Author Unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I really like this poem.  I found it in a book.  It really matched me and some of my friendz.  it kind of sounds like "Lost in my childhood".  well i liked the poem, but i changed some of it, to relate it to me.  I LOVED IT! it's soo sad, how things just have to change!!!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15517815-113209237444227480?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/113209237444227480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=113209237444227480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113209237444227480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113209237444227480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/2005/11/girl-in-my-neighborhood_15.html' title='The Girl in my Neighborhood'/><author><name>*-Miha-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796959514239684351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-113208896550183570</id><published>2005-11-15T16:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T16:22:46.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmmm....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;hmmm...i don't exactly know why i'm blogging...i just felt like blogging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;but as long as i'm here, i'll tell u some stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;I'm sad because M. Apu and her family r going to go to BD pretty soon! it's soo sad!! LUCKY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Our 2nd Marking period is ending next wk, and i'm trying hard, to get the grades up a little. but some teachers make it harder by counting my 1st marking period grades, which sucks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Some things with one of my friendz. Can't get some thoughts out of my head. I'm trying to get em out!! but i still love her!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I just realized last nite, that it's almost been HALF MY LIFE!!! lol. by that i mean, I've been living in US, for almost HALF MY LIFE!!! next yr, it'll be Half MY life!!!!! now, today, it's been EXACTLY, 7 yrs, and 8 LONG days. hehehehehehehe... i wanna go visit BD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;Trying to think of a story. I feel like i'm THIS close to the story, i have it in my head, I just don't know how to rite it!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I really like Native Deen songs now! srsly, i'm addicted to their CD!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i think thas it! SALAMZ!!!&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/15517815-113208896550183570?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/113208896550183570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=113208896550183570' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113208896550183570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113208896550183570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmmmm.html' title='hmmmm....'/><author><name>*-Miha-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796959514239684351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-113107555781856945</id><published>2005-11-03T22:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T22:39:17.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EID MUBARAK!! EID MUBARAK!! *whine*</title><content type='html'>Salamz everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st of all, EID MUBARAK!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Last night when I found out that eid is today, I was a little sad.  I wanted ONE more day!!! Man!! Ahhhh well…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well last night, was very bz for me.  I was sitting in the bus ride home from school, and thinking about which one I should go to.  Because a few weeks I got a letter from school saying “you’ve been chosen to receive a distinguished scholar award.”  I didn’t really wanna go, cause I asked around, and no one seemed very interested in going.  But abbi, and ammu dragged me to it newayz.  So when I went there…there were supposed to b 275 students receiving awards.  But only about 60 showed up. lol. how sad.  our school is soo dumb… especially my class.  10th graders, like 50% of them failed at least 2 classes last yr.  they just don’t try!!! Sheesh!!!  Newayz, I got a little bumper sticker that says “EL distinguished scholar student” something like that, and a pin that says the same thing, and a certificate. &lt;br /&gt;Then…&lt;br /&gt;Later we had a henna party.  So I went to that party, with brownies and very little henna.  But we didn’t put henna cause of other problems.  But newayz, we found out it was eid at like 11 at nite!!! And then, after I came home from the henna party I had to start cleaning the house.  And apu was decorating the house (it looks really pretty mashAllah now).  And then around 1 we started putting on mehendi.  And since I SUCK at putting on mehendi, I got apu to do it for me! yay!  And then around 1:30 I went to sleep with a bag tied to my hand! Lol. tobe tao, mehendi’r gura gula bichana’r upore pore chilo ajke shokale. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then today. We woke up pretty late.  We woke up around like 7am I think.  So we had an hour to get everything ready.  I wore a black, and red salwar kamiz (sorry, we didn’t take ne pix…I’ll explain).  And we went to the eid prayer early though.  We prayed, and then me and my friendz talked for a while.  Lol every year, our masjid gives toys to kids, and every yr, some kids feel bad, either cause they have the toy already, or they want something better.  Lol alhamdulillah my lil sis isn’t like that! But this time, everyone seemed happy.  But guess why?  the ppl gave out little bags, and the bags had few candies, and A DOLLAR!!! They were thrilled to see the dollar.  Some were even examining if it was fake or real. Lol.  but alhamdulillah they were happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later, we went to one of the aunties house. And we exchanged gifts, and then we came home around 3 and cleaned up, since last night, I only got around to cleaning one of the rooms.  and then around 6  ppl started coming to our house.  And they left about 10pm.  But newayz, this eid, as apu already told u in Our Microcosm, we gave the little kids their own party.  We played musical pillow, with English Islamic songs.  And we told stories.  Lol that’s about it….ahhh well, maybe next yr, we’ll b a little more prepared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now its about 10:14pm.  I’m sleepy!! But I dun wanna go to sleep.  As you can see my eid sucked.  Today I found out that one of my closest friendz dadu (grandpa) died.  Innalillahi wa innalillahi rajiun.  And I heard a lot of ppl didn’t have a good eid, from their blogs! Lol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really feel like going to school tomoro.  But my parents don’t want me to make up too much work.  So tomoro we’ll go to school, but just won’t go to ne of the classes, but we’ll get all the works from the teachers.  Then we’re gonna go out for lunch.  And just chill.  And then after school, around 7, there is a eid party for the girls.  And so inshAllah that will be fun!  And then on Saturday, we have to go like 50 miles away from home, to this auntie’s house.  I think it’s a eid party kind of thing.  I’m not sure.  And then I think we’re gonna stay over at their house that night.  PLUS, don’t forget homework.  No no!!!! who could forget that??!?!?!?!?!? I’m gonna b swamped by Sunday!!!  And then Sunday, I have Sunday school, but I dunno, I don’t think I’ll be going this Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, did I tell you guyz about fast a day?  Well we had this event in school provided by a club I’m in, Islamic Association (IA).  And we made tickets, and we got this halal middle eastern restaurant to sponsor us.  And also we got about 60  ppl to come there.  And we had presentations by our fellow students, and a Ramadan demonstration. PLUS, subhanAllah, it was sooooo great to see the number of hands that was raised when someone asked “So, how many of you are fasting?”  we got a lot of ppl to fast.  We told them, how there are ppl around the world that have to go like this everyday.  and about our five pillars. And we had dates, and Islamic music.  And don’t forget good food!!!  Lol.  yeah, as you prolly know, I’m a food-a-holic.  And I’m pretty sure, since Ramadan just ended, I’ll be gaining some pounds, lol.  but, *sigh* no more chola, piaju, and muri. Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…..  ahhhh well!! Now there’s candy and chocolates.  Hahahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! Have you ever had everyone tell you that you shouldn’t do something because you did that before and something bad happened?  Well I dunno if I explained that quite right.  But I found out a few months ago that I have ONE cavity!! ONE, JUST ONE!!! And every time I eat candy or chocolates, or wanna buy some, my parents would b like, “miha, tomar emni ekta cavity hoye gese, ar tumi ekhono chocolate khachcho???”  OMG!! I HAVE JUST ONE!!! And trust me, I brush my teeth really good, but I dunno y I got that one stupid cavity.  But my dentist said, its not nething bad YET!!! Alhamdulillah!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhhhhh well, I think I let you guyz know every thing about my life by now.  I dunno if you’re still reading (probably not) but yeah, my eid didn’t really go pretty good, cause ammu was talking about how much fun eid was in BD. And OMG!!!! I miss em sooo much, my friendz, my childhood, the place I used to live, and Eid over there!!!  I was gonna call my friend, but then I decided to wait another day, cause then it would prolly b eid over there.  But now if I go back, I don’t think eid is gonna be the same. Everything’s changed. Ppl changed.  No one or nothing is the same nemore.  Haven’t talked to them for AGES man!!! Its soo sad!! I miss em all!!! *cry cry* and I chatted with a bunch of my friendz today, cause I got bored, and all of them, were practically about to cry too cause they miss their country just tooooo much!! like me today! *cry* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I was supposed to explain y we didn’t take ne pix.  Well, in the morning, we forgot to take the batteries.  Then we got the batteries, but then we got too lazy to take pix.  SORRY!!! But if u guyz took ne pix, DON’T FORGET TO SEND EM!!! Plz, I wanna c u guyz!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, I should prolly get some sleep now.  So, if you’re still reading, THANX A BUNCH!! Lol. and if you’re not, I totally understand.  I don’t think I would read this myself.  Just felt like complaining about my life, since everyone else was complaining about their eid day.  Lol.&lt;br /&gt; Assalamu alikum.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15517815-113107555781856945?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/113107555781856945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=113107555781856945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113107555781856945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113107555781856945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/2005/11/eid-mubarak-eid-mubarak-whine.html' title='EID MUBARAK!! EID MUBARAK!! *whine*'/><author><name>*-Miha-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796959514239684351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-113096796074283589</id><published>2005-11-02T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T16:46:00.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EID MUBARAK!!!</title><content type='html'>EID MUBARAK TO ME AND EVERYONE ELSE!!!!! lol.  I HOPE U HAVE A GREAT EID...AND MAY ALLAH COUNT ALL THE ROZA'S EVERYONE DID!  AND BLESS YOU WITH HIS BRIGHT LIGHT.  SALAMZ.&lt;br /&gt;MALIHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15517815-113096796074283589?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/113096796074283589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=113096796074283589' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113096796074283589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113096796074283589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/2005/11/eid-mubarak.html' title='EID MUBARAK!!!'/><author><name>*-Miha-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796959514239684351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-113069144828979450</id><published>2005-10-30T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T11:57:28.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is gonna make u cry!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7349/1165/320/IslamTotalWayofLife%7Esalaam.gif" border="0" /&gt;salamz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! me and my 2 friendz went to this other friendz house after prayer. and we were just watching "this is islam" by Yusuf Islam. and we came across this video called "another ramadan". and we didnt know it just yet... but after we started watching, we were all just sitting there, crying our eyes out. you guyz should check it out! its sooo sad!!!!! SubhanAllah!!! i couldn't help myself from crying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so check it out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sparklywater.co.uk/flash/ramadan.html"&gt;http://www.sparklywater.co.uk/flash/ramadan.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alrite,&lt;br /&gt;i'm out.&lt;br /&gt;salamz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maliha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15517815-113069144828979450?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/113069144828979450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=113069144828979450' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113069144828979450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/113069144828979450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/2005/10/this-is-gonna-make-u-cry.html' title='This is gonna make u cry!!!'/><author><name>*-Miha-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796959514239684351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-112854757368499901</id><published>2005-10-05T17:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T17:26:13.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fasting is hard at first!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7349/1165/1600/salamz.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7349/1165/320/IslamTotalWayofLife%7ESalam0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;assalamu alikum everyone!&lt;br /&gt;Oh man! today's the first day of ramadan. and its soooo hard on the first day. my stomach was making weird sounds all day. but you know, everytiem my stomach started hurting from hunger, i kept remembering ppl. People who thinks its not really a big a deal to not eat for a day or two. the people that barely gets to eat everyday. the people we see suffering, but don't do anything about. those little kids, men and women. and i'm sitting here complaining about what a hard day it was not eating??? we have this banla islamic music for children thing, and they show some pictures in that video. and there is this picture of some rice thrown out by people right next to the garbage can. and a dog was taking bit-by-bit. and there was an old man sitting there, eating with the dog. everytime I see that picture, it makes me want to cry. i mean i know i'm sensetive and stuff, but that picture is just such a powerful image of the poor people out there! it's soo sad. May Allah reward them inshAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;assalamu alikum! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img74.exs.cx/img74/125/hungry13kx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://img74.exs.cx/img74/125/hungry13kx.jpg"&gt;http://img74.exs.cx/img74/125/hungry13kx.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15517815-112854757368499901?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/112854757368499901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=112854757368499901' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/112854757368499901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/112854757368499901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/2005/10/fasting-is-hard-at-first.html' title='Fasting is hard at first!!!'/><author><name>*-Miha-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796959514239684351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-112761567073100838</id><published>2005-09-24T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T22:34:30.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh* Life can get really boring sometimes!</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed, how somtimes, life can really get boring? some times, one event will happen after another, in the course of our lives, but MOST of the times, it seems like the same things happening over and over again. its like the movie "groundhogs day". where the same thing happens to the guy. except i don't belive in that kind of nonsense ofcourse.But seriously, i wake up at 6:30am. get ready as fast as I can. catch the bus at 7:03am. school, the same ol' same ol'. classes. boring! Don't do much. Homework piles up as the day barely starts. by 2:35pm, I feel like my bag is pulling me down, filled with books and notebooks. at the end of the day, i'm glad, the school day is over. i get on the bus. come straight home, and its the usual again. eat, watch tv, eat, internet, eat, drink, and then starts the torture again. HOMEWORK!! seriously, teachers need to understand, students have LIVES too!!! but newayz, i finish homework, sleep and the whole process repeats itself. it got boring the 2nd week of school! Is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7349/1165/320/bearsad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;(Bored!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15517815-112761567073100838?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/112761567073100838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=112761567073100838' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/112761567073100838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/112761567073100838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/2005/09/sigh-life-can-get-really-boring.html' title='*sigh* Life can get really boring sometimes!'/><author><name>*-Miha-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796959514239684351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-112655582222014400</id><published>2005-09-12T17:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T17:04:43.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A movie never forgotten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ok. well i rote this yesterday, but couldnt post. so i'll post today.  keep in mind, i wrote this in like 5 mins. so its not good! at all! alrite gotta get started on those homeworks. salamz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;4 yrs ago, on this day&lt;br /&gt;Something terrible happened.&lt;br /&gt;New York was like a movie,&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the world was watching.&lt;br /&gt;While the little ants were running around,&lt;br /&gt;Their little buildings were falling on top.&lt;br /&gt;And the audience in the movie theater,&lt;br /&gt;Was using one napkin after another.&lt;br /&gt;A tearjerker movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions died.&lt;br /&gt;While the rest stayed injured,&lt;br /&gt;Crushed under bricks of the buildings.&lt;br /&gt;So many found,&lt;br /&gt;And so many lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone in the audience,&lt;br /&gt;Is crying.&lt;br /&gt;They are all saying,&lt;br /&gt;“How could this happen to him/her?”&lt;br /&gt;“Why did it have to be him/her?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to give those people that died, or were injured 4 years ago,&lt;br /&gt;A silent moment…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7349/1165/320/DP-161.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&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/15517815-112655582222014400?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/112655582222014400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=112655582222014400' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/112655582222014400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/112655582222014400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/2005/09/movie-never-forgotten.html' title='A movie never forgotten'/><author><name>*-Miha-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796959514239684351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-112604566166755903</id><published>2005-09-06T18:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T18:41:24.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My long and Tiring Week!</title><content type='html'>Ok well. So I told u guyz about Mama coming to our house. Well then on Saturday, like I told u, we went to the Bengali Islamic Halaqah. And then afterwards two of the families came to our house, since they far far away from here. That nite was ok. Me, apu and, there was only one girl our age, and the rest were kids, we talked. Then abbi, and the two uncles started talking about how they can make the Bengali Islamic Halaqah better. (And me on the side, almost half-sleeping, it had been a really rough morning that day I don’t remember why though) newayz, then after like 3am, me apu and tasnim went to sleep. And abbi and the uncles slept for about 30 mins after coming back from the fajr prayer at the masjid. Newayz, the next day, my stomach was KILLING me. And I felt really tired…because believe me…. I’ve never slept past 1am. (I know! Wat a shock huh?) And so I stayed home, and Tasnim’s family left cause auntie had work. And after they left abbi, ammu, apu and anika went to show then the MSU campus. Afterwards they came home, ate and left.&lt;br /&gt;Acha…ei blog ta khubi boro hobe…karon ei koi ek din-e onek interesting things happened. (lol…don’t laf at my banglish…yes, yes. I speak banglish too.. actually we all do…especially Anika.)&lt;br /&gt;And then on Sep. 1st, Thursday, was my b4 skool activity day. And had to wake up at 9am. (missed out on another one and a half our of sleep :S) and abbi dropped me off at skool nd me and me friend went in. u wont believe how long the lines were. It took us about 2 hours to finish the process. We had to take our photo id’s and the lady didn’t even tell me when she was taking my pic. So my pic came out freakin’ weird. Lol. and then we took the skool pix. And I’m pretty sure I blinked. And the poses we had to pose were soooo stupid….i’m sure I looked like a prep. And half blinking. (MAN!!! I cant stand flash). Then we had to get our schedules. I got&lt;br /&gt;1-adv. Geo&lt;br /&gt;2-span 3&lt;br /&gt;3-eng 2&lt;br /&gt;4- earth science&lt;br /&gt;I GOT LATE LUNCH…..SUX!!! AND I’M JELOUS OF THOSE OF U THAT HAVE EARLY LUNCH…U GUYZ SUCK!!! U LEFT ME ALONE IN LATE LUNCH!!! :’(&lt;br /&gt;5- world civilization&lt;br /&gt;6- ceramics 1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Newayz, then it was time to pack up for ISNA (Islamic Society of North America). And since I was the most “free” one in my family…I had to pack up a week early and help others pack. But it only took me like half hour to pack my things. And then the next few dayz I rested and then, since we didn’t go to ISNA on Friday, I packed Anika’s clothes on Friday nite. Then fell asleep pretty quickly. Then the next day we were supposed to wake up at 5am but abbi, ammu was too sleepy to wake up that early…and we didn’t put the alarm…so we got up around 6:45am (I think) and got ready and ate (ughghgh…I hate eating in the morning!) and got on the car by 7:30am. And it was a 4 hour drive. So around 11(we had to make a few stops) we got out of the car at Rosemont Donald (something) Convention Center. That convention center was HUGE!!!!! And we thought it was mostly going to be like arabs and others. But there was a lot of desi ppl. And we all split up. but u could barely find eachother when u needed to talk to someone. And everyone was holding a cellphone saying (where r u? or tomra koi acho? And in different languages) and I kept reminding abbi how I should get a cellphone. So we could call abbi and ask where they were. But newayz it was me and apu. Abbi and anika (sometimes) and Ammu and Anika (sometimez) but u no on Saturday we didn’t really get to hear a lot of speeches. I think that day we only heard like 1 speech FULLY! And it was a speech by Imam Zaid Shakir. And man! He gives soo much examples that he makes it really interesting. And he’s funny too. MashAllah. And we bought some really cool scarfs. And we bought a abaya. But u no they were kinda expencive…but since we don’t have any Islamic cloths stores here… we bought almost everything we liked. And then on Sunday…we got up and went…and that day…we heard some really good speech too! Really interesting.&lt;br /&gt;U guyz wont believe it. we were just looking for other stuff at the bazaar. And we found this store that says “free ear piercing” so we asked them if she can pierce our nose….and to our surprise (me, ammu, and apu) she said yes. And she kept saying its not gonna hurt. And ammu kept going “allahuakbar bolo” but it was really fast. She did do it with a gun. And it was a 24kt gold…and everyone was looking at me…including two girls who were thinking about getting theirds pierced too. But u no if u c it…It looks like its gonna hurt…but it didn’t really hurt. After she pierced it…it stung a little. And then afterwards, me and ammu FORCED apu to pierce hers too (hehehehe, cause since I was 13 I wanted to pierce my nose…and she said she’ll do it if I do it 1st)…but like I told u, it looks like it hurts but it really doesent. And she was sooo scared. And the lady saw how scared she was…so she pierced both our noses for $20. altogether it was supposed to b $30. lol…and apu was like shaking (and I was lafing) now apu’s hurts a little…but mine I cant feel it. actually I have a cut in my mari….so I cant feel it because all I feel is the pain of the cut inside. It hurts sooo badly and I took like 3 tablets of vitamin B already. It was better today morning though.&lt;br /&gt;And then we came back on Monday. And afterwards this auntie invited us to have dinner with them, since we were all tired…we went there and ate. (and I felt like the building was moving under my feet, my head was throbbing!) I think it was cause I didn’t sleep well these few weeks. And I felt like my whole body was aching. (did I spell that rite? It looks wrong.)&lt;br /&gt;And then today was the 1st day of skool. and when I went to my first hour…there was only three 10th graders..the rest were the “genius” 9th graders (boy, did I feel dumb then) and 2nd hour was ok…I knew a lot of ppl. And I dunno y, but I always hate the 1st 1-2 wks of skool.. cause u have to change ur routine totally and there is homework included!!!! It takes me a while to get used to that. Then I’m fine. 4th our sucked too, cause I didn’t know neone there either (well I did, but they weren’t my friends) oh well…I guess I have to make new friendz now. I like it when everything settles down. Lunch…it was ok..i sat with a bunch of friends ( but they weren’t the friends I hang out with…and I felt really bad that none of my close friends r in my lunch, except a few…but they took too long, getting the lunch)&lt;br /&gt;5th hour was ok…but my teacher talks too much. and she gets topic really easily (which is ok..for now, unless we have a test over wat she said lol) she talked about king james (some #) and then she got off topic and started talking about wat kind of music she likes (and I’m like who cares? I’m bored) and u wont believe it!!! in evry single class we got a paper with all the “RULES AND EXPECTATIONS” and basically in all the classes they were all the same rules but we had to go over it like 5 FREAKIN TIMES!!!! And I’m like falling asleep at the back. But the funny thing about today’s class was that no one could say my name rite…(which is not really surprising for me) evrytime I see the teacher making his/her face weird, I know its my name. lol. especially my math teacher, he had the hardest time saying it. I wonder how hard for them it will b to say my last name. lol. and there is this girl that sits next to me…I’v known her since 4th grade. And she’s muslim and he had a hard time saying her name too.&lt;br /&gt;My 6th hour was ok. I talked to the teacher for a while…she was really nice and answered a bunch of question nicely ( and u don’t know how much questions I asked) I think she kind of got tired of me asking questions after a while. Lol. but newayz I’m dropping that class, I’m taking a computer class and then next semester I’ll take another one of her classes. And now I’m home riting about my LONG week. Its about 3 pgs in Microsoft Word. Lol. I told u it was gonna b long. U no, I didn’t really enjoy the ISNA lectures as much as the ICNA lectures. And I thought that ICNA was smaller and much more organized. But ISNA was too big and not too organized. We had to cross the street and go to another building to hear the MSA lectures. And the hallway was freakin freezing ( I already got a cold..i’m very sensitive..i get a cold really quickly if I stay near the AC for too long)&lt;br /&gt;and also today...no one noticed my nose ring. cause it has a little diamond shape in the middle and from FAR away, it looks like a white acne or somethin...yuck! lol jk.&lt;br /&gt;So that’s the rest of my week. How was ur week? Hehehehehe.. &lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7349/1165/320/Bearsnags%20%2853%292.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15517815-112604566166755903?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/112604566166755903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=112604566166755903' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/112604566166755903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/112604566166755903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-long-and-tiring-week.html' title='My long and Tiring Week!'/><author><name>*-Miha-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796959514239684351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-112516424148408725</id><published>2005-08-27T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T13:37:21.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7349/1165/1600/assalamu%20alikum.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7349/1165/320/assalamu%20alikum.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday and thurs.. man i was soo tired!  i woke up at 10:30AM.  and then dragged myself out of bed and ate breakfast.  Went online. Then around 12:30pm my Mama(uncle) called and he’s like “we’re in Canada rite now, and we r coming over with another 4-5 ppl after 4 hours.”  Ammu wasn’t home, and neither was Apu.  So I had to clean that whole day.  And then Ammu and Apu came home later on.  And then the next day, we got out of the house around 1pm and the “extra” ppl that came with them, one of them was like let’s go to the Mall.  So we went to the mall that day, cause she had to buy something for her nieces in NY.  And then we came back around 5pm.  Then we ate. And got out again.  We went to show them around campus.  And man!! MSU is soooo big!!! And then later on, we went to this beautiful park, me and my family used to go everyday and walk.  And since none of them wanted to walk that day, cause we had to walk for 4 hours in the Mall, we went to the boat ride.  Now, that was hilarious!!!  We rented 2 boats.  In 1 of them, was Ammu, Auntie and the little kids.  And in the other one was my Mama, Mami, Me and Apu. And since Ammu knew how to row a boat, they were far away from shore in a short while. But in our boat, none of us really knew how to row it.  Me and Mama were rowing, and the boat kept going in 360 degrees.  And it took us like 10 mins. To get out of the shore line.  and we kept going in circles.  And you could kind of see the ppl that were trying to fish there, like fully laughing at us.  And one lady kept taking pictures.  And then when it was time to return, we only had like 10 mins till the boat rental would close.  So Ammu came and we held on to their boat and they were pulling us.  But after a while, it didn’t go so well.  So we tried to row and kept going in circles.  But we got there in time!  And had a good laugh out of that.  And then rite after that, when it was about 9pm.  We went to the Cascade Falls Park, which was a 30 min. drive from there.  And in that park, there are like steps, kind of like HUGE stairs.  And it’s a Fall too.  And the water changes color (well actually there are different kinds of lights under the water) and there was 10pm show there.  So we watched for about 30 mins. And then left, and came back home.  And then ate and stuff and went to sleep.  Then the next morning around 10am they left our house.  And that’s not the end either.  So that time it was Friday.  And the next day is our Bengali-Islamic Halaqah.  Which is today, Saturday.  So we were cleaning from this morning.  And then my parents are going to go to a graduation.  And then we’re going to go to the Masjid for the halaqah.  And then 2 of the families are gonna stay over at our house for the night, because they live too far away, to go back.  And then on Sunday I’m gonna be free for a while. YAY!! Jk.  But then next Saturday, we’re going to ISNA inshAllah. YAY again!!!!  And we’re coming back on Monday nite, and school starts on Tuesday! So that’s about all that happened in this week, about to happen, and will InshAllah happen.  Lol.  So how’z ur week been???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7349/1165/1600/somedayz.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7349/1165/320/somedayz.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15517815-112516424148408725?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/112516424148408725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=112516424148408725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/112516424148408725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-112448963752083933</id><published>2005-08-19T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T18:13:57.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>not sure yet</title><content type='html'>hmmmmm.........still thinking...should i delete the blog or keep it? i'm not the kind of person that posts evryday, i dont even come online evryday (well, now i do, since its summer)  but wat about wen skool starts?  hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15517815-112448963752083933?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/112448963752083933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=112448963752083933' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/112448963752083933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/112448963752083933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/2005/08/not-sure-yet_19.html' title='not sure yet'/><author><name>*-Miha-*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03796959514239684351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://tigerladyea.topcities.com/HR/HR_BluRoseWater.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15517815.post-112433553549476858</id><published>2005-08-19T17:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T12:10:27.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Our childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lost in our childhood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;by: Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Remember the times we had,&lt;br /&gt;Laughing and playing together.&lt;br /&gt;All lost in our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the things we buried,&lt;br /&gt;And promised we would comeback for them someday,&lt;br /&gt;Now we don’t even remember where we buried it,&lt;br /&gt;They are all, lost in our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the bracelet I gave you,&lt;br /&gt;That said ‘Best Friends Forever’&lt;br /&gt;We both never wear it anymore.&lt;br /&gt;They are all, lost in our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the things we promised to do together,&lt;br /&gt;We barely think about each other anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Those are all, lost in our childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;Its like you went your way and I went mine.&lt;br /&gt;We can’t even talk to each other properly.&lt;br /&gt;We have different friends,&lt;br /&gt;Different schools,&lt;br /&gt;Different hobbies.&lt;br /&gt;Now we barely see each other.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe once in a month, or sometimes even years pass by.&lt;br /&gt;I used to sit in my room&lt;br /&gt;Crying and remembering about you,&lt;br /&gt;Who is, lost in my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15517815-112433553549476858?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/112433553549476858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=112433553549476858' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15517815-112429882196423278?l=thelost-memories.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/feeds/112429882196423278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15517815&amp;postID=112429882196423278' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/112429882196423278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15517815/posts/default/112429882196423278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thelost-memories.blogspot.com/2005/08/new-blog.html' title='New 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