<?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-1543948828235044166</id><updated>2011-10-18T17:51:23.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>World Through My Eyes</title><subtitle type='html'>...Life through MY perspective.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-4148834616065078522</id><published>2010-08-17T21:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T21:29:06.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Formspring and the like</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;So being off from facebook for about 5 months made me realize that Facebook has exceeded even its own level of stalkerishness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Those of you who are not familiar with the site &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(82, 109, 127); "&gt;formspring&lt;/a&gt;, it is a site branching off from facebook. It allows users to ask questions or say things to people (publicly) with either an identity or as anonymous.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Sounds decent enough, right? WRONG. Imagine the amount of rubbish people can type up for you. And do you seriously want people to ask you all sorts of personal questions? HELLO, Stalker alert! I thankfully am not part of this crazy fad, but seriously, are people that desperate to vent about their lives, or question about such deep things? Some aren’t even interested, they’re asking you nonsense just to make fun of YOU. Trust me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;What happened to one’s own privacy?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;It seems as the world of technology grows, the more public our lives become. And sadly, upon our own free will. Sure facebook is great to keep in touch, I’m all for that. But there should be a limit to what people post about themselves on the net, no? Sure it’s great to hear that you get accepted into such and such university, or got a really cool present you wanted, but does everyone really need to know about every bug bite you get, or that you had a fight with your friend?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Okay I admit, sometimes it is just fun to update your status about something random like.. I don’t know, “my carpet smells funny”.. or something. It’s all about seeking-attention. You think people who put 100 pictures of themselves are seeking attention? News flash for you, once you’ve made a facebook account, you’ve entered the world of attention seeking.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Well, that’s Facebook for you. Formspring on the other hand, seriously people. Is it not enough that you have your entire community added as your friends, that now you need random people to say things about you? Get a life, please. Don’t waste your time on what “anonymous” said about you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-size: 1em; line-height: 1.5em; margin-top: 1.2em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;All those who wish to save their sanity, please, get out with your own real live friends. Enjoy REAL time!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-4148834616065078522?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4148834616065078522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=4148834616065078522&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4148834616065078522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4148834616065078522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/formspring-and-like.html' title='Formspring and the like'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-6359011424077226809</id><published>2010-04-24T21:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T21:51:52.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fascination of Web Browsing Programs</title><content type='html'>So basically, I downloaded the latest  version of Mozilla Firebox and later installed Google Chrome too.&lt;div class="entry"&gt;&lt;div class="snap_preview"&gt; &lt;p&gt;Both web browsers are quite fast and efficient, but there is one  thing that made me adore these two: THEMES.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, you can now personalize your web-browsers with themes  (chrome)/personas (firefox)!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, I was just mesmerized by those, and thought I’d let ya’ll  know &lt;img src="http://s.wordpress.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;It’s really cool. *nerdy grin*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/S9OdwaTCpKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Fr0bd_Q5YHA/s1600/bescene.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/S9OdwaTCpKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Fr0bd_Q5YHA/s400/bescene.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463884227949012130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(And yes, I know I have not blogged in a while.. got tooo busy with school, still am, but oh well!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-6359011424077226809?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6359011424077226809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=6359011424077226809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6359011424077226809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6359011424077226809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2010/04/fascination-of-web-browsing-programs.html' title='The Fascination of Web Browsing Programs'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/S9OdwaTCpKI/AAAAAAAAAWA/Fr0bd_Q5YHA/s72-c/bescene.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-3784587748790628472</id><published>2010-01-26T02:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T02:29:34.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..</title><content type='html'>Bismillah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time or day which just shows you the reality of things, a new realization if you will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I walked out my door this morning, I had a strange feeling = there was fog everything. It made me think, "something bad is going to happen"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I thought of a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be closer to Allah, to this religion and be a good person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is God's Gift and sometimes we need a reminder to re think what we want with our lives and how we're going to live it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I got that reminder thanks to Allah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who ever reads this, please remember me in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And All the best with everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-3784587748790628472?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3784587748790628472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=3784587748790628472&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3784587748790628472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3784587748790628472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title='..'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-6448234893415001717</id><published>2010-01-15T23:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T00:26:26.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><content type='html'>So here I was thinking I had my life completely set and in order. Knowing exactly where I want to go and what I want to do with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have family friend, 'Aunty' we call her, known her for about ten years. You know the usual, Salam, Duaa, how are you's and meeting up at family friend davwats/get-togethers. Totally normal. Until cancer struck her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year now, year and a half, I really don't know. It's been on and off, she's been gone to pakistan a few times for some herbal remedy and I hear from my parents she's doing well. Had a function of our own on Dec.24th - she was there. Yes, she was weak and slightly pale, but other than that you couldn't tell she had this devastating disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next week things got worse. She was taken to the hospital and after fifteen days she returned home a few days back. Mum said she was still ill, but was doing better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know, the day later, she's rushed back to the hospital - serious condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prayed full hearted-ly and I believe she will be cured. InshaAllah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, being Friday, mum and dad planned to go to the hospital again. The aunty's kids and my sisters are very good friends (the kids are aged about 11(girl), 9 (boy) and 7 (girl)). They were over at our place so after Isha Namaz (around 8:30pm) we all headed to East York Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hadn't seen Aunty in ages, so I was quite eagar to visit her. Mum told me she was asking about me and my sisters when she had been home, so it was a nice feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We (mum, me, sisters, and aunty's kids - dad had went to go park the car and would be coming up later) made our way up the elevator, the halls were quite deserted as most visitors had left. We walked past the waiting area where Uncle (aunty's husband) and some of his friends were sitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned and then entered the room of where Aunty was laying. There were a few other ladies there by her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was petrified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was always a thin woman, but laying on that bed, her lips trembling, her eyes barely opened - was unbareable to see.&lt;br /&gt;And to add to that, when her daughters went up to her bedside, "Assalamoalaikum Mama", she tired  to open her eyes and tired to reply to the salam. And that shattered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran out of the room, and stood outside it. My tears were uncontrollable and I couldn't get Aunty's face out of head. It was a clear, vivid image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rafu came out to comfort me, I sent her back in; Mum came out, told me that aunty was acutally a lot better than yesterday, handed me a tissue and asked me to come back in after telling me that I shouldn't cry because then aunty's kids will get worried. I wiped my tears and went back in.. though I stood near the door, my mum and sisters around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I continued to watch as Shanin and Ayesha (Aunty's two daughers) spoke to their mum. It was quite the emotional moment, but I kept the water works closed .. until mum says to me, "aisay raho gi to doctor kaisay bano gi?" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;how are you going to become a doctor like this?)&lt;/span&gt; ..And I welled up again - because I was thinking of the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rushed to the other side of the hall.. started pacing, because I just couldn't help but cry. Then one of the ladies (also a family friend) came up to, held me and said, "you have to be strong, shanin and aaysha look up to you, if you cry, so will they". I nodded, and then ran to the other corridor.. where thank GOD I found daddy sitting there talking to another uncle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran to him and put my head on his arm. He consoled me, telling me that it's good that I'm crying and it's good that I came here to see her because it just gives you a new appreciation of life. He told me how once when he was in University he say saw a small girl getting stitches and he couldn't bare it(thus he didn't pursue a career as a doctor). After sitting with him for a while, I went to take a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked the halls of those patient rooms - peeking into the rooms of the patients. I thought to myself, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do I really want to be in this sort of my enviroment for the rest of my life?"&lt;/span&gt; I thought to myself, if I really wanted to become a doctor and deal with people this way. I thought, yes. As long as it was someone who didn't have sentimental values for me. I continued to pace the halls, and basically evalulated my life. Part of wanted to pursue medicine, to find cures and treatments. Part of me wanted to become a doctor so I could make treatments myself. Because at that moment, I felt so sad and so helpless. All I could do was pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to go back and sit in the waiting area. Daddy came and sat next to me. He told me not to worry and that everything will be okay. He told me that aunty was doing a lot better than before. He said, "the doctor had said she may not even survive the night, that's why they brought her to the closest hospital, but look, she's better today than yesterday". This again got to me, and thus began the infamous water works.. and then I heard aaysha coming with one of my sisters so I told daddy not to let them follow me and I made my way to the hallways I'd paced for about 20 times now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I just stood there, alone, thinking about everyone in my life and how'd they react if I were on a hospital bed (God forbid). Then I heard someone crying, I turned to my right and say Uncle bringing his daughter to the washroom. Then it hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears, my saddness was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nothing.&lt;/span&gt; Nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;Here was this woman's husband and child. I couldn't even begin to imagine what they were going through. Yeah I know aunty, but she's their wife and mother. I stopped crying then. Because it hit me, that there was uncle, who had to be strong for not only kids, but also his wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I went back to the waiting room. The older daughter came there a while later and said to me, "you're eyes are not as red anymore..it's so funny you cried because you saw my mom".&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to say, "I have allergies," I lied lamely and changed the topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, we were all getting ready to leave, I wanted to go see aunty again, but I knew I wouldn't be able to. Shanin, the older daugher says later, "haha see you didn't see my mom, 'cause you'd start crying".. I really don't know how to interpret that remark, I really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home about an hour ago. Daddy also made a similar remark as mum about how in world I would be able to become a doctor. His exacts were something like, "ghalti se hufsa doctor banbhi gai, to kya hoga" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if by mistake hufsa becomes a doctor, what'll happen?). &lt;/span&gt;It was light humor, I laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I went to the hospital. I had a lot of time on my own to think things through. Evalute myself and where I am at this point in my life (Dear God, I sound like I'm 30 or 40!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life really is so precious. And I can't stress enough, how important it is to enjoy it and be greatful for what you have, and most importantly, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;who &lt;/span&gt;you have. Live, Laugh, Love.. is a slogan of something I don't know what - but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say now, if you're reading this, please pray for aunty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-6448234893415001717?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6448234893415001717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=6448234893415001717&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6448234893415001717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6448234893415001717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2010/01/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-7962080919740446531</id><published>2009-12-06T19:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T19:32:46.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled Due to Mood.</title><content type='html'>So I don't usually like to Rant about things, well I do, but not really on my Blog...though I think I might've before too...ANYWAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After getting many discouragements from almost everyone about almost everything - you wouldn't call me your typical jolly camper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't disagree. I haven't been myself lately.. everything is off balance. In simplest form, everything is 'screwed up'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trying, because I really want things to work/improve in terms of everything: my academics, home and social life. (I probably sound like a psychopath right about now) - However it is not going so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know those times, when you're extremely angry or upset about something? And you just want someone to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;understand &lt;/span&gt;you? You act abrupt and behave irrationally because you actually want someone to ask you, "what's wrong?".&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't want people to fuss over me when I'm upset, but this is/was one rare time I wanted someone to comfort me. *sighs* Unfortunately, I was 'let down' if you may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What got me so moody? Chemistry. That's right, I'm trying to work hard and do my stupid chemistry homework, but three questions in a row did not make any sense to me. As a result, I got extremely upset.. upset enough that I wanted to rip up my entire notes and go bang my head somewhere. I really don't like chemistry and I try to get it, but it just seems so pointless to me.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm going to stop right there about that topic because it's making my blood boil once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was my little rant about some very stupid things. If you are reading this, please pray for me. Trust me, I need it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/1543948828235044166-7962080919740446531?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7962080919740446531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=7962080919740446531&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7962080919740446531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7962080919740446531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/untitled-due-to-mood.html' title='Untitled Due to Mood.'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-6516448447740789022</id><published>2009-12-01T01:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T01:08:55.105-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh My God!</title><content type='html'>Yeah so It's been a whole while since I last posted.. 3-4 mnths to be exact..it's been busy. But right now.. I just have to update this with a few OH MY GOD realizations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - OMG It's DECEMBER ALREADY!  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I still accidentally write "September" when I date my notes or tests!) It's all just happening so fast.. seriously, we're in December?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - Time is running out, I really need to work to my maximum limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - OMG My sister is complete nerd! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I just read one of her writing pieces.. and for a ninth grader..whoa!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - I should really be doing my Biology assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - OMG it's DECEMBER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;*freaks out while thinking about White Snow and Santa Clause*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-6516448447740789022?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6516448447740789022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=6516448447740789022&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6516448447740789022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6516448447740789022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/12/oh-my-god.html' title='Oh My God!'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-1644059246409123041</id><published>2009-09-08T01:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T01:06:50.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>English Class... I'd rather not</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I despise English Class.. and my darling here couldn't have said anything better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{~~rehmoo~~}_Ramadhan Mubarak(S) says (1:01 AM):&lt;br /&gt;i thought its pretty good&lt;br /&gt;{~~rehmoo~~}_Ramadhan Mubarak(S) says (1:02 AM):&lt;br /&gt;having eng first period&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa Akbar¸.•´¨`»* says (1:02 AM):&lt;br /&gt;um..&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa Akbar¸.•´¨`»* says (1:02 AM):&lt;br /&gt;i guess :P&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa Akbar¸.•´¨`»* says (1:02 AM):&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa Akbar¸.•´¨`»* says (1:02 AM):&lt;br /&gt;i hate english.. so .... :P&lt;br /&gt;{~~rehmoo~~}_Ramadhan Mubarak(S) says (1:02 AM):&lt;br /&gt;lols&lt;br /&gt;{~~rehmoo~~}_Ramadhan Mubarak(S) says (1:02 AM):&lt;br /&gt;mee too man&lt;br /&gt;{~~rehmoo~~}_Ramadhan Mubarak(S) says (1:02 AM):&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah&lt;br /&gt;{~~rehmoo~~}_Ramadhan Mubarak(S) says (1:02 AM):&lt;br /&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;{~~rehmoo~~}_Ramadhan Mubarak(S) says (1:03 AM):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;cuddnt math be compulsory all yrs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{~~rehmoo~~}_Ramadhan Mubarak(S) says (1:03 AM):&lt;br /&gt;why eng!&lt;br /&gt;{~~rehmoo~~}_Ramadhan Mubarak(S) says (1:03 AM):&lt;br /&gt;ughh :@&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa Akbar¸.•´¨`»* says (1:04 AM):&lt;br /&gt;OH I WISH !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-1644059246409123041?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1644059246409123041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=1644059246409123041&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/1644059246409123041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/1644059246409123041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/english-class-id-rather-not.html' title='English Class... I&apos;d rather not'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-7061448663003771174</id><published>2009-09-07T01:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:26:01.888-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mess of Fortunes</title><content type='html'>With going back to school in approximately 33 hours (calculations may be at fault due to sleepiness) I decided to make my summer some what productive and clean out/organize my valuables.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I frantically looked around to find my enormous bag full of greeting cards I have been saving since I &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SqSlvECq-DI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uvkPp0rtqfA/s1600-h/DSC07794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 203px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SqSlvECq-DI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uvkPp0rtqfA/s320/DSC07794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378606082944596018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;was six. I found them, and was I ever happy I had them saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found party invites, get-well soon's, birthday wishes, eid greetings, thank-you's, valentines and even little notes. These are the things which really take you round and about memory lane. The good times and the memories all preserved encriptions on paper. How I adore cards! I'll have you all know that every little note, every little paper, anything that was given to me from someone, stays with me forever (yes of course that makes my mom annoyed that it takes too much room and looks like a mess.. but oh well!). I have all those cards saved from everywhere. To all those who ever gave me one, THANK YOU once again, I have treasured it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two days ago I even cleaned up my drawers and a bag which was loaded with papers, items and God knows what else. It was a mess really, but everything in there was worth a fortune for me. There were pens, markers, papers, pictures, small gifts, key chains, ribbons, gift wrappings.. you name it! The thing with me is, I like to presevse memories..I like to keep things as long as I possibly can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SqSmMrAAyuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/HfFELoVs1i8/s1600-h/DSC07654.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 187px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SqSmMrAAyuI/AAAAAAAAAV4/HfFELoVs1i8/s320/DSC07654.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378606591618632418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I dumped it all on my floor (starting at about 6:30pm). I started sorting through, reading papers, examining and admiring the small items..and by the time I was finished and the drawer was ogranized it was 2:30am. Yeah, I had a lot of stuff. But the good news it's all organized now, did throw away two bags of old paper and things that were broken and no longer of my use. It was nice trip down memory lane. (A separate blog devoted to those fortunes soon to follow).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now school's going to start, the final senior year. Whoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look forward to collecting all the more memories.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-7061448663003771174?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7061448663003771174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=7061448663003771174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7061448663003771174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7061448663003771174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/mess-of-fortunes.html' title='A Mess of Fortunes'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SqSlvECq-DI/AAAAAAAAAVw/uvkPp0rtqfA/s72-c/DSC07794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-8474445243731309939</id><published>2009-09-05T03:05:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T03:33:03.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes ..</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you come across a few sayings which really mean something to you.. here are a few I just adored:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" 'latte' is italian for you paid too much for that coffee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me and two of friends went to Starbucks, bought Frappchino's.. total ripoff! Rather can an icecap from Tim Hortons! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Our eyes are placed in front because it is more important to look ahead than to look back" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"If you don't go after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you'll never have it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you don't ask,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the answer is always no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If you don't step forward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're always in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the same place"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes we're too afraid to move on or to ask..but if we don't, then we really do end up no where..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sometimes you need to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;RUN AWAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just to see who will come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTER YOU"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have a friend who always runs away.. maybe this is why ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Fall in love or fall in hate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get inspired or be depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ace a test or flunk a class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;make babies or make art.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;speak the truth or lie and cheat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dance on the table or sit in a corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;life is divine chaos, embrace it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;forgive yourself. Breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;and enjoy the ride..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't know why I liked this..but I guess it was because I like idea of enjoying the ride of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"THOUGHT OF THE DAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;some people are like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slinkies. They don't &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;have a purpose. But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;they bring a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;to your face when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you see them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;going down the stairs"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ooooooooh This one I like!! How thrilling that must be/is! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Be strong now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because things will get better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it might be stormy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but it can't rain forever"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..I wish I came up with that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;give up on someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you can't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;go a day without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thinking about!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..how sweet is that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Someday someone will walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;into your life and make you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;realize why it never worked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;out with anyone else"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..awh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and that's all the stack I have for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-8474445243731309939?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8474445243731309939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=8474445243731309939&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/8474445243731309939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/8474445243731309939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/09/quotes.html' title='Quotes ..'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-2515207669217024806</id><published>2009-08-22T02:22:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T02:35:06.382-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan Mubarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Once again the holy month greets us!&lt;br /&gt;Gives us yet another opportunity to purify ourselves and cleanse us of our sins. So let's make the best of it and remember each and everyone we know in our prayers. It's time ladies and gentlemen..or rather..my Islamic sisters and brothers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to pray our hearts out!&lt;/span&gt; Happy Ramadan to everyone and their families!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/So-PbaHgAPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/1RQoYy5_Pfw/s1600-h/ramadan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/So-PbaHgAPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/1RQoYy5_Pfw/s320/ramadan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372670581506310386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Picture looks better enlarged to its' proper size!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-2515207669217024806?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2515207669217024806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=2515207669217024806&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/2515207669217024806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/2515207669217024806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/ramadan-mubarak.html' title='Ramadan Mubarak'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/So-PbaHgAPI/AAAAAAAAAVg/1RQoYy5_Pfw/s72-c/ramadan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-9139841109084611865</id><published>2009-08-19T14:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T15:10:04.914-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wake-up Call</title><content type='html'>With only 19 more days until school starts, frankly, I'm freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like everything is happening so fast and time just isn't on my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning with a big envelope next to my pillow -- my Grade 12 time-table. I avoided eve&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SoxN8JbUJKI/AAAAAAAAAVY/9bqmVJ93yBo/s1600-h/DSC07389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SoxN8JbUJKI/AAAAAAAAAVY/9bqmVJ93yBo/s200/DSC07389.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371754151264134306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;n looking at it for half an hour and then finally got the guts to open it (reading all the other sheets first and left the schedule for the end). Call it paranoia or simply freaking out, but I was scared and my stomach wasn't to happy with it either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is ending and I feel like I did nothing (which is quite true). But with this little mail delivery as my wake up call, I want to get my life back in order. I need to make these last nineteen days really worth-while SO HELP ME GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I got that schedule, I NEEDED to call one of friends. And that also gave me a really good realization that no matter what I go through, I know that as long as my friends are with me, I'll make it through. The journey ahead is hard, confusing and pretty damn scary! And it's coming at us pretty fast whether we like it or not. So I'm just going to keep my friends close and hit the road, because that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is &lt;/span&gt;the only way anything can be achieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to set priorities, to set goals and to set life back in place. It's time to take on what's coming without having the slightest idea of what it is. It's time to make &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this time&lt;/span&gt; really count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;______&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-9139841109084611865?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9139841109084611865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=9139841109084611865&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/9139841109084611865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/9139841109084611865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/wake-up-call.html' title='Wake-up Call'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SoxN8JbUJKI/AAAAAAAAAVY/9bqmVJ93yBo/s72-c/DSC07389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-5871626944894190043</id><published>2009-08-09T01:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T01:15:35.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue and Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The lighting was nice, the weather was pretty; I was wearing a necklace set, two rings and bangles..so I was in the mood for a picture :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sn5afRRrZII/AAAAAAAAAU4/QX5BR2s4F9g/s1600-h/DSC07121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sn5afRRrZII/AAAAAAAAAU4/QX5BR2s4F9g/s400/DSC07121.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367827299132204162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sn5ZdE4BbeI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XpudjKdauZc/s1600-h/DSC07125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sn5ZdE4BbeI/AAAAAAAAAUw/XpudjKdauZc/s400/DSC07125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367826161932004834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-5871626944894190043?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5871626944894190043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=5871626944894190043&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5871626944894190043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5871626944894190043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/blue-and-green.html' title='Blue and Green'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sn5afRRrZII/AAAAAAAAAU4/QX5BR2s4F9g/s72-c/DSC07121.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-6189169381920651278</id><published>2009-07-27T00:08:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T16:33:47.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And this time, she hoped it would be different.. [ 2 ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-this-time-she-hoped-it-would-be.html"&gt;[Part 1 Here]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all lies really. They don't mean any of it all. Sweet talk, yup, that's all it is. Truth is, when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;really need someone, when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;need a shoulder to cry on or even when you just need some nice company...no one comes to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say they'll be there when you need them, but they're not, not when it really matters. But how would they know? They aren't telepathic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every step she took on the path seemed light and gently. The rain drizzling all over her face. It was nice, she liked it, but she was outraged inside. She always had a thing for the gloomy weather. It was mysterious and kept her thoughts concealed. Her black backpack bounced on her back as she stepped into another puddle on the gray sidewalk.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who am I to trust now? It's not like I can tell everyone..besides, who would I tell? HIM? Or the friends who wouldn't even return my call?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What she was afraid of was now her living reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-6189169381920651278?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6189169381920651278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=6189169381920651278&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6189169381920651278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6189169381920651278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-this-time-she-thought-it-would-be.html' title='And this time, she hoped it would be different.. [ 2 ]'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-3036670989790997643</id><published>2009-07-21T00:21:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:37:27.612-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life and Death..The Art of Nature</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nature (a flower in specific) is beautiful..alive or dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;It's wonders and beauty intrigues me day by day... it's gorgeous even in its death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SmVEvKMMExI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_zrf92fiU98/s1600-h/DSC05482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SmVEvKMMExI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_zrf92fiU98/s400/DSC05482.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360766508434461458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SmVEoLxFQ6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/I1sOtHLGZjo/s1600-h/DSC05473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SmVEoLxFQ6I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/I1sOtHLGZjo/s400/DSC05473.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360766388598555554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-3036670989790997643?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3036670989790997643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=3036670989790997643&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3036670989790997643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3036670989790997643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-and-deaththe-art-of-nature.html' title='Life and Death..The Art of Nature'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SmVEvKMMExI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_zrf92fiU98/s72-c/DSC05482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-7294572841535353632</id><published>2009-07-20T23:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T00:21:39.171-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Sad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SmVAWNskkYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_UxQF5rhGhA/s1600-h/DSC05477.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SmVAWNskkYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_UxQF5rhGhA/s200/DSC05477.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360761681832350082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times it seems like everything is just against you. Nothing is in your favour and you feel like a complete failure unable to achieve anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that, but you keep hitting road blocks, and if not that, then well.. let's just say your faced with situations which make you a not-so-happy-camper. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where's that good luck charm when you need it ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend once said to me, "Life is sad when you make it sad." Which is true..but sometimes things are just meant to go wrong and make life sad--make you miserable. And it could be anything, from work to school, to family, to friends! All at once.&lt;br /&gt;But I guess we need those sad moments in life so that we can really appreciate those good times that we also have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SmVAknMoZmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/aBSlVOCb-Po/s1600-h/DSC05480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SmVAknMoZmI/AAAAAAAAAUI/aBSlVOCb-Po/s200/DSC05480.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360761929195873890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; those upsetting times are valuable because we can learn from our mistakes. Just today me and two of friends were downtown..searching hospital to hospital for a volunteer opportunity. All had the same response: "sorry, it's too late..maybe next summer" ...bummer eh? Try having that said to you several times while having to walk in the boiling heat.&lt;br /&gt;But, in the end, all three of us learned that from now on, no more wasting time. And we actually managed our time and found some other places to volunteer. So it was quite productive, not to mention fun! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in summary.. life is sad.. at times. But those sad times are completely vital in our lives, because they are what help us to realize what and how to prioritize our life and make us successful...no matter what it is that we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-7294572841535353632?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7294572841535353632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=7294572841535353632&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7294572841535353632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7294572841535353632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-is-sad.html' title='Life is Sad..'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SmVAWNskkYI/AAAAAAAAAUA/_UxQF5rhGhA/s72-c/DSC05477.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-2888892899088095061</id><published>2009-07-01T20:23:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T20:45:13.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Pray. Before Prayers Are Said for You..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bismillah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;Sometimes we need a reality check..a sort of realization to get us back on track..to get us focused again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" href="http://www.facebook.com/video/video.php?v=188945865382&amp;amp;ref=mf"&gt;THIS VIDEO&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; (a-must-watch! You'll need to have facebook) just makes you realize that even some of our small daily habits are ones we just might end up regretting..once we are no more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;As being a Muslim (Alhumdulillah).. prayers are a must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;And we never know when our lives will be taken away from us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;...how many times have you heard that? How many times have you said that yourself? But the real question is.. how many times did you actually take that seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v695/56/116/509891093/n509891093_1209300_7729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 329px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v695/56/116/509891093/n509891093_1209300_7729.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm going to be completely honesty, I've heard and said that phase many times.. but then I find myself wandering off from that concept. I find myself living by putting things off until tomorrow (not in the case of prayers however, Thank God).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;"Cleaning up the closet, the dresser ...I'll do it later.. I've got all summer!" By the reality is, life is NOT under our control. No matter how much we deny it, we know it isn't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;And so, to all my Muslim sisters and brothers.. please..the worldly tasks can wait, do nothing that will interrupt your prayers. And to those who already do not ignore namaz, MashAllah.. keep it up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;..because you never know what the next moment beholds..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 255, 255);"&gt;May Allah (SWT) be with and guide us all. Ameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-2888892899088095061?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2888892899088095061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=2888892899088095061&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/2888892899088095061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/2888892899088095061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/pray-before-prayers-are-said-for-you.html' title='&quot;Pray. Before Prayers Are Said for You...&quot;'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-4562731315302857993</id><published>2009-06-29T21:44:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T22:18:10.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Skl0e2g4ogI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-oI7wGl9dWk/s1600-h/DSC05369.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Skl0e2g4ogI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-oI7wGl9dWk/s400/DSC05369.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352937705484886530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Memories.. oh so many memories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With each day going by and each moment being passed.. a new memory is gained and cherished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they are or of whom they involve.. they're the things we treasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And once something is so near and dear to our hearts, it's only human to miss it.. because those memories, those moments, they became a habit, they become a routine, they become embedded in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;..And that's when we realize how incomplete we are without them .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So summer's here! The fun has began.. and everyone's at it with their busy lives. You promise to keep in touch.. but having no idea of how often that will be. You promise things will not change but there is no guarantee. So we live and pass our days feeding off those memories we've saved. And then.. we miss them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Memories are always pleasant. No matter how far away from each other we are. The way I miss you will never change"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...THAT quote is the inspiration for this post (found on the top right picture.. a pencil case I received from a relative while in Karachi few years back).&lt;br /&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/1543948828235044166-4562731315302857993?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4562731315302857993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=4562731315302857993&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4562731315302857993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4562731315302857993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/memories.html' title='Memories..'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Skl0e2g4ogI/AAAAAAAAAT4/-oI7wGl9dWk/s72-c/DSC05369.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-1618609763917976910</id><published>2009-06-16T14:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T14:37:55.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The End. Now What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sjfmb3pL4CI/AAAAAAAAATg/XlzK_XD5GZk/s1600-h/DSC05089.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sjfmb3pL4CI/AAAAAAAAATg/XlzK_XD5GZk/s320/DSC05089.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347996448993304610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I literally have just finished my final exam. Physics.&lt;br /&gt;Next week, we get our marks and that's it. We're done. Grade 11 over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not even begin to say how fast this year flew by. It feels like just yesterday when Ramadan began and school stress rushed in. And now, in about two months, Ramadan will be back (InshaAllah) and so will a another school year. Our FINAL school year. ..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This year, as a friend of mine so perfectly stated, was "a year of firsts". So much has happened, so many changes and a lot of things which I didn't even expect, let alone dream of. And let's leave it to that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, it was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every single moment of it. Because when I look back now and see where I am and who's around me, it would never be this way otherwise. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure a lot (of fun, weird, crazy, stupid, scary, sad drama) happens, but in the end, it leads to where we are now, and that's where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School, academically was okay too. But scary, that next year will be the final year of high school. Time is just going too fast for our own good. Exams are done though, and now summer is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a good thing. But what to do now? I can't believe I'm saying this, but I'm going to (and am kinda already am) miss school.&lt;br /&gt;No, not the homework part of it, but just being with Friends.. those were/are priceless moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;InshaAllah we'll continue to have more of those. And the last final year will be great, memorable and successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now. Summer's HERE! School's OUT!! A whole two months of nothingness! To everyone who reads this, have a FABULOUS SUMMER! Get lots of rest, and enjoy  to the fullest. Make the most of the time you have with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who know me and reading this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.. this year was a crazy year. School and social wise (haha ;) ) and now that summer's here, I don't know who often we'll meet (but it should be often!) .. I'm gunna miss you!!! Keep In touch everyone! :) xo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.. time to have some fun :) Adios!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/1543948828235044166-1618609763917976910?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1618609763917976910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=1618609763917976910&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/1618609763917976910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/1618609763917976910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/end-now-what.html' title='The End. Now What?'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sjfmb3pL4CI/AAAAAAAAATg/XlzK_XD5GZk/s72-c/DSC05089.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-2193504038376260312</id><published>2009-06-07T21:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:57:17.130-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doom-ed</title><content type='html'>Sunday Night - Nearly 10pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Major summative (Computer Science - Programming final project) due in two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Progress? Haven't even BEGUN! So yes, I am doomed to the extreme. I have to get something done in two days which would normally take me two weeks, so HELP ME GOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I blogging rather than doing my work right now (as my sister so kindly (not!) pointed out) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm tired, slightly stressed and about to lose my mind. I needed to rant and no friend to rant is online. Hence the blog post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay my rant is completed, I shall begun my work now. Thank you very much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-2193504038376260312?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2193504038376260312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=2193504038376260312&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/2193504038376260312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/2193504038376260312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/doom-ed.html' title='Doom-ed'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-5651122763542635658</id><published>2009-05-20T21:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T21:49:43.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And this time, she hoped it would be different [ I ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And this time she hoped it would be different.. [Part 1]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're all the same.&lt;br /&gt;Every time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood silently near her balcony railing, sipping her cup of tea. The sun would set soon. A pigeon flew past her, then another and another; all heading for their homes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wonder if they have anything to worry about, &lt;/span&gt;she thought. The sun setting in the west cast a shadow of her on her balcony wall. Her long black hair gently swaying with the wind, she took another sip of her tea. The warmth from the cup heating her cold hands. Gazing at the tree-tops and watching a car, then a bus and then a van zoom by, she thought of every thing, but nothing at all. She sipped her tea again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feared if she got too close, she would be hurt. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It&lt;/span&gt; would hurt. And she knew she was right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-5651122763542635658?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5651122763542635658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=5651122763542635658&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5651122763542635658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5651122763542635658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/and-this-time-she-hoped-it-would-be.html' title='And this time, she hoped it would be different [ I ]'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-9160799274425733885</id><published>2009-05-03T00:42:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:48:24.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching the Rain ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Each Drop falls.. I wait and watch .. and hope for more..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0hzUupRMI/AAAAAAAAATY/B5nyCJWjlkw/s1600-h/DSC03893.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0hzUupRMI/AAAAAAAAATY/B5nyCJWjlkw/s400/DSC03893.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331454699497931970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0hK5BGPoI/AAAAAAAAATQ/HddS2YMyR34/s1600-h/DSC03891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0hK5BGPoI/AAAAAAAAATQ/HddS2YMyR34/s400/DSC03891.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331454004864368258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-9160799274425733885?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/9160799274425733885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=9160799274425733885&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/9160799274425733885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/9160799274425733885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/watching-rain.html' title='Watching the Rain ..'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0hzUupRMI/AAAAAAAAATY/B5nyCJWjlkw/s72-c/DSC03893.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-7004247992151244913</id><published>2009-05-03T00:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:42:14.902-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Ray of Sun Shine ..</title><content type='html'>Maghrib Time (the sunset).. is one of my most favourite times of the day to capture some great shots, with all natural and beautiful lighting.&lt;br /&gt; So here again, wittness the the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;last rays of sun shine&lt;/span&gt; on the Canadian National Tower, along with neighbouring sky-skrapers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0gZfui1iI/AAAAAAAAATI/C2xICEalgOw/s1600-h/DSC03911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0gZfui1iI/AAAAAAAAATI/C2xICEalgOw/s400/DSC03911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331453156262073890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0fnEaN47I/AAAAAAAAATA/f5_3XyjOUZo/s1600-h/DSC03908.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0fnEaN47I/AAAAAAAAATA/f5_3XyjOUZo/s400/DSC03908.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331452289935598514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-7004247992151244913?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7004247992151244913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=7004247992151244913&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7004247992151244913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7004247992151244913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/last-ray-of-sun-shine.html' title='The Last Ray of Sun Shine ..'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0gZfui1iI/AAAAAAAAATI/C2xICEalgOw/s72-c/DSC03911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-7813504824531979448</id><published>2009-05-03T00:13:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T00:30:50.422-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain Drops..</title><content type='html'>One of GOD's most beautiful creations.. Rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magnificent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one beautiful night, around 10:30pm ... it started to rain very heavily, and must I say, it was just gorgeous. Not to mention, I was able to capture some shots I've been dreaming about for ages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold the RAIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0dPuX2InI/AAAAAAAAAS4/H95aVKQfJR4/s1600-h/DSC03885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0dPuX2InI/AAAAAAAAAS4/H95aVKQfJR4/s400/DSC03885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331449689859826290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0dDrJ4J5I/AAAAAAAAASw/F3yKGuqmQXg/s1600-h/DSC03883.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0dDrJ4J5I/AAAAAAAAASw/F3yKGuqmQXg/s400/DSC03883.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331449482837501842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0c0HMg0pI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZhdhmX6SsXk/s1600-h/DSC03881.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0c0HMg0pI/AAAAAAAAASo/ZhdhmX6SsXk/s400/DSC03881.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331449215486841490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0ckJ9K3JI/AAAAAAAAASg/RIenYYEzekk/s1600-h/DSC03880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0ckJ9K3JI/AAAAAAAAASg/RIenYYEzekk/s400/DSC03880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331448941349887122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;And they flow and flow and flow.. unconcerned with the world, they flow on the Will of GOD and GOD alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-7813504824531979448?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7813504824531979448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=7813504824531979448&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7813504824531979448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7813504824531979448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/rain-drops.html' title='Rain Drops..'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sf0dPuX2InI/AAAAAAAAAS4/H95aVKQfJR4/s72-c/DSC03885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-4488747267157209964</id><published>2009-04-25T15:02:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T15:49:55.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever And Always</title><content type='html'>Nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no such thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be with you &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;forever&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"I'll &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;be there for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a joke! Everyone uses those lines, including myself. Unaware and completely oblivious, we commit ourselves to things that are just not possible. Not our fault I guess, as mere mortals, we want things to last and always stay as is. No Change, no pain, no sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Reality hits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old bonds begins to break, new ones make their way. Times, places and people change. A natural part of life? I guess so. Truth is, no matter what the promises or vows, there words, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forever and always, &lt;/span&gt;have no meaning. They're just sweet fillers to make you feel good for the moment, until everyone becomes engulfed by their own lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So even though saying you'll always be there forever doesn't mean anything and rationally speaking.. that's not how it works in this world. Nothing on earth is eternal. Everything and everyone eventually ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do know one thing for sure.&lt;br /&gt;No matter where we are, whenever,&lt;br /&gt;as long Allah keeps me living and breathing,&lt;br /&gt;despite the distance,&lt;br /&gt;despite the lack of communication,&lt;br /&gt;despite anything,&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;...forever and always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SfNjsL5lqfI/AAAAAAAAASY/fXxZaqI0nkU/s1600-h/DSC07635.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SfNjsL5lqfI/AAAAAAAAASY/fXxZaqI0nkU/s400/DSC07635.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328712394869156338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... But I guess, no matter where life takes us, all of us, the time we've spent together and shared are going to be remembered and cherished forever and always too. Because friendships are really that strong! And just because life happens to be a certain, doesn't mean it's bad... it's all good. Everything happens for a good reason. We always begin friendships hoping they last forever.. so we're going to keep it that way. Doesn't matter where or when, friends and friendship sees no boundary!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just contradicted myself.. or am I just running from the truth?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-4488747267157209964?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4488747267157209964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=4488747267157209964&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4488747267157209964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4488747267157209964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/forever-and-always.html' title='Forever And Always'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SfNjsL5lqfI/AAAAAAAAASY/fXxZaqI0nkU/s72-c/DSC07635.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-5788051486006218021</id><published>2009-04-11T12:51:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T13:24:29.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tolerance: One of the Greatest Qualities of our Messenger (PBUH)</title><content type='html'>I never thought I could be so easily influenced by anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents. Peers. Tv. Nothing so quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday, I attended a program called "Path II Piety", in our local masjid. An evening with speakers about the Islamic virtues and whatnot. There were two sessions last night and even though I enjoyed one of them more, the other one showed its effect in just a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaykh Sulaiman Moola, gave a lecture on "Hilm: Tolerance of the Messenger in Times of Hardship and Ease". We were given examples of how despite the worst senerio's the Prophet (PBUH) was faced with, he kept calm and a smiling face. MashAllah. So I just listened to the lecture thinking, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oh yeah, wow, that's amazing.. how could anyone be so tolerant, but wow!  &lt;/span&gt;That was it, no big deep thought to it. Then I went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at home, since it's the long weekend and all, I decide to stay up, so does my sister (who's 13 years old). At about 3 am, I don't know what gets into her. Suddenly she starts throwing me nasty looks and eventual outbursts of how I don't even pay attention to anything she says. And also that apparently no one cares about her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some sort of phase? Wacko Night time outburst? I don't know!&lt;/span&gt; Anyways, it was pretty scary haha.. but point being she said a lot things which could make any one's blood boil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to scream. Yell. Strangle her even. I was outraged!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't. And I'm very VERY suprised at that. Usually when my darling of a sister throws a tantrum on me, I just ignore or yell back. But last night, all that kept coming to my mind was Shaykh S. Moola's words written in the Hadiths (Stories about the Prophet (PBUH)). The Prophet (PBUH) was even calm with the worst of his ememies. People yelled at him, disgraced him and he never shouted back. Ever. Talk about looking for a Role Model! That's what kept me calm too, I can proudly say, despite all my sister threw at me (literally at one point!) I didn't raise my voice and I tired my best to help the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You have kill them with niceness", as a friend of mine always says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you wonder about the Messenger's tolerance: Well He was the Prophet (PBUH) of course everything works out for him because he's him! But would being tolerant help us folks? The answer, through experience, is yes. Yes it does help. Usually when my sis and I argue..it ends chaoticly and both of us just yell and tell the other to shut up and we don't talk until the next day. But last night our conversation ended with a very sweet Thank You and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise I'll try make things better&lt;/span&gt; (said by myself). Both of us I think were able to sleep peacefully. Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tolerance really is a great skill to have. Just try it, and it feels so good, not to mention helps your hardship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I could think of was wow, how lucky was I to hear that lecture! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and for more information on Path II Piety.. &lt;a href="http://pathtopiety.com/index.php"&gt;visit this link&lt;/a&gt; .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-5788051486006218021?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5788051486006218021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=5788051486006218021&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5788051486006218021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5788051486006218021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/04/tolerance-one-of-greatest-qualities-of.html' title='Tolerance: One of the Greatest Qualities of our Messenger (PBUH)'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-6819040465470285207</id><published>2009-03-18T14:35:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:48:37.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Nature Photoshoot.. [12/16/08]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caught. - 10:29AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScFBXAHC7II/AAAAAAAAASQ/hCt3q1TfXKg/s1600-h/DSC07524.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScFBXAHC7II/AAAAAAAAASQ/hCt3q1TfXKg/s320/DSC07524.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314600898696244354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Frozen Ravine - 10:55AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScFAH7ZOQEI/AAAAAAAAASI/evtrFGXz3Q8/s1600-h/DSC07547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScFAH7ZOQEI/AAAAAAAAASI/evtrFGXz3Q8/s320/DSC07547.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314599540220641346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snowed Upon - 10:53AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScFAA4J5jvI/AAAAAAAAASA/GwXrx6_4SoM/s1600-h/DSC07544.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScFAA4J5jvI/AAAAAAAAASA/GwXrx6_4SoM/s320/DSC07544.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314599419091980018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Possible Bridge for Ants? - 10:38AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScE_tNxVfMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/YHLeRnoUqLk/s1600-h/DSC07531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScE_tNxVfMI/AAAAAAAAAR4/YHLeRnoUqLk/s320/DSC07531.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314599081297149122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Standing Alone, yet strong - 10:23AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScE_ZLGfNxI/AAAAAAAAARo/FA0sIblp3xE/s1600-h/DSC07517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScE_ZLGfNxI/AAAAAAAAARo/FA0sIblp3xE/s320/DSC07517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314598736983176978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trees - 10:22AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScE_STPsjQI/AAAAAAAAARg/GNMFOPqskQI/s1600-h/DSC07516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScE_STPsjQI/AAAAAAAAARg/GNMFOPqskQI/s320/DSC07516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314598618910199042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;... and I should have taken a picture of my jeans after this was over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-6819040465470285207?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6819040465470285207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=6819040465470285207&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6819040465470285207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6819040465470285207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/winter-nature-photoshoot-121608.html' title='Winter Nature Photoshoot.. [12/16/08]'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScFBXAHC7II/AAAAAAAAASQ/hCt3q1TfXKg/s72-c/DSC07524.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-6059842418033248986</id><published>2009-03-18T14:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:34:37.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GreenHouse.. one rainy afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScE-mmq289I/AAAAAAAAARY/Y5pg7LPEz0k/s1600-h/DSC06493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScE-mmq289I/AAAAAAAAARY/Y5pg7LPEz0k/s400/DSC06493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314597868210156498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12/1/2008 - 4:10PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-6059842418033248986?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6059842418033248986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=6059842418033248986&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6059842418033248986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6059842418033248986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/greenhouse-one-rainy-afternoon.html' title='GreenHouse.. one rainy afternoon'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScE-mmq289I/AAAAAAAAARY/Y5pg7LPEz0k/s72-c/DSC06493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-8474647753473085871</id><published>2009-03-18T14:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:31:51.819-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Drives Half of Humanity Mad..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScE92qzC_bI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wDM7xOeAhJA/s1600-h/DSC06336.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScE92qzC_bI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wDM7xOeAhJA/s400/DSC06336.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314597044684520882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11/21/2008 - 1:11AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(yeah so I have odd timings for my photography :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-8474647753473085871?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8474647753473085871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=8474647753473085871&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/8474647753473085871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/8474647753473085871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-drives-half-of-humanity-mad.html' title='What Drives Half of Humanity Mad..'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScE92qzC_bI/AAAAAAAAARQ/wDM7xOeAhJA/s72-c/DSC06336.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-5360791049065215035</id><published>2009-03-18T14:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T14:50:06.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking up to a Snowy Morning..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScE9TFmxgvI/AAAAAAAAARI/2xq8gDttoV8/s1600-h/DSC06308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScE9TFmxgvI/AAAAAAAAARI/2xq8gDttoV8/s400/DSC06308.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314596433405510386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;11/20/2008 - 9:08AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-5360791049065215035?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5360791049065215035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=5360791049065215035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5360791049065215035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5360791049065215035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/waking-up-to-snowy-morning.html' title='Waking up to a Snowy Morning..'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/ScE9TFmxgvI/AAAAAAAAARI/2xq8gDttoV8/s72-c/DSC06308.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-4734810898495254950</id><published>2009-03-17T00:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T01:08:56.416-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen Years Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sb8nnd-LmKI/AAAAAAAAARA/69uktWVitz8/s1600-h/DSC02836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sb8nnd-LmKI/AAAAAAAAARA/69uktWVitz8/s320/DSC02836.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314009644334291106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am. Seventeen years later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started off smaller than a grain of sand, and now.. in the world with my own stories; my own life. I can seriously never say this enough, but TIME FLIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's seventeen years of my life which I'm not getting back. Seventeen years in which I've made several grave mistakes (and learned from them), made several life-long bonds, and seen a lot in life. Happiness, sorrow, anger, jealousy, excitement and felt awfully loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seventeen years gone.. or another year closer to death??&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know birthday's are supposed to be joyous right? So I won't touch that topic. Instead I'm going to talk about what a wonderful day I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This birthday, there were a few people who made this day more special to me than it ever was before! They made me feel like I really did mean something special! It was the most heart-felt and touching feeling ever! So to all of you, Thank you SO MUCH!! Even all the loads of wishes..thank you all.. so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were actually a few people who seemed more excited about my birthday than myself! They may seem like little things to them, but honestly, they were worth so much! For example, one of my friends brought a cake to school (it was DELICIOUS!), another one sang to me (how sweet is that??), one just said some very sweet things! You see.. it's the little things that make the whole thing worth while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all those of you who made that day so much more special to me, I can not thank you enough! It just meant (and means) so much!!!!!!!! Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-4734810898495254950?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4734810898495254950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=4734810898495254950&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4734810898495254950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4734810898495254950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/seventeen-years-later.html' title='Seventeen Years Later'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/Sb8nnd-LmKI/AAAAAAAAARA/69uktWVitz8/s72-c/DSC02836.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-6228384726369839406</id><published>2009-02-15T20:38:00.022-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T21:49:04.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>..Oh dear Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;..why make life so complicated? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's only ours for a little while .. so make the most of it and smile! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Seriously people. Think about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I know we all have our bad days and good days, but you never know when this life can be snatched away from you! I know that we all somehow do land ourselves in situations which we can't control the result of. I know that things happen which we don't want. I know that we regret a lot of things we've done. But take a moment and think. Can you say for 100% that you're going to be alive in the next 15, 10 or even 2 minutes? No. You can't. I'm not saying to never feel sad and always walk around with a smile on your face! But just know that life isn't as bad as we think it is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Think about GOD. Think about all the people God has placed in our lives to comfort us, to be there for us. Those people are there by God so that we can have support in our lives. So that suddenly this complicated mess isn't such a pain anymore. Use those people - and don't worry they'll use you when they are in need to. That's what friends are for! You help each other in good times and the bads. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And you know what's really great about friends? You can say all the random nonsense you want to them about you and your life without worrying about anything. And if you hesitate speaking to them then ya'll are not friends at all! We make friends so we aren't lonely. Our friends are like our diaries.. expect they can speak back to us with wise advice. They have the power to make us laugh, smile, cry, and get angry. They have the power to comfort us, to advice us, to protect us, to hug us and to care for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We are also blessed with our one-in-a-gazillion-parents, our siblings and the rest of our family too. All are there by God to lessen our burden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And then most importantly there is GOD himself. We can turn to confide in God no matter what. Good, bad, happy, sad, whatever it is, God will not, and does not let us down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;But with all those things, you have to believe. Without faith and belief you go no where. So trust the people you are blessed with and enjoy your life please. It's precious, and so are you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;**This is for someone in particular - I really don't know what to say to you exactly.. but please, just smile. I don't think any less of you and never will. You're truely special and please don't worry about anything. This post is dedicated to you.**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-6228384726369839406?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6228384726369839406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=6228384726369839406&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6228384726369839406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6228384726369839406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/oh-dear-life.html' title='..Oh dear Life'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-3894602300593537739</id><published>2009-02-13T01:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:50:14.824-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Qasidah Burdah Sharif</title><content type='html'>SubhanAllah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of my most favourite Nasheeds! It not only is beautiful to hear but also soothes and relaxes the mind, not to mention its splendid lyrics. My God.. they're just wonderful! I've listened to it now several times now after quite sometime.. it's amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend reading the translated lyrics at this link &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wsoAOOFyQc8"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; while you hear it.. it's totally worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my favourite renditions is by &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=P_8DLG4X3xU"&gt;Junaid Jamshed&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what else I found out? According to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Qa%E1%B9%A3%C4%ABda_al-Burda"&gt;wikipedia &lt;/a&gt;, "some Muslims believe that, if recited with love and devotion, the Burda can cure diseases and purify hearts". Pretty nice eh! Such powerful words..brillant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have not yet heard this Nasheed (which most people probably did..it's quite popular)..you're missing a great deal!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-3894602300593537739?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3894602300593537739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=3894602300593537739&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3894602300593537739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3894602300593537739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/02/qasidah-burdah-sharif.html' title='Qasidah Burdah Sharif'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-1800479776783078488</id><published>2009-01-31T00:21:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:40:07.031-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grade 11 - Semester One - Over.</title><content type='html'>The End. Finito. No more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's here and done. Never again shall I have to suffer through this again this way. Honestly speaking, it was torture. And what for? In the end, the Subjects I focused on most left me disappointed; the ones I focused on least made me pleased. Ironic much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;First Period Photography - Strongly disliked certain parts it (the course) at first. Then I guess, I learned to love it. And I always loved photography so that made things easier. I learned a lot from that class. A LOT. Techniques about photography which will help me forever onwards. I'm able to see Photography in a new way now...with a new passion. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Second Period English - Don't even ask. Too much effort gone to waste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Fourth Period French - French is fun, I love learning it. Teacher was awesome. I look forward to it next year for further improvement in my speaking of this tongue :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Fifth Period Biology - Biology is really interesting. I'm satisfied with how I did and I gained a lot of knowledge and understanding. The Class was also fantastic, it was great. I look forward to next year Bio as well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's that. Little summary of how the semester went. Well, no. This was a summary of how today's Exam Review Day went. But either way, this semester is over. The lessons learned were definitely beneficial and worth-while. Yeah it was hard to get past, but at least we're done with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, as of this Monday, February 2nd, 2009 begins Semester Two of Grade 11. Let's just hope it's less of a torture and more of a success :) InshaAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-1800479776783078488?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1800479776783078488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=1800479776783078488&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/1800479776783078488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/1800479776783078488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/grade-11-semester-one-over.html' title='Grade 11 - Semester One - Over.'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-7834083669741588764</id><published>2009-01-26T00:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:26:56.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutely Nothing</title><content type='html'>So it's around twelve thirty in the morning. Twelve twenty a.m. to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a Sunday night, no school tomorrow due to exams. I should sleep so I can get up early and study for my exam the following day. Instead, I'm up here writing a complete nonsense post and listening all random bollywood songs I can think of: Hoth Rasilay, haule haule, tujh mein rab dik tha hai, dance pe chance, beegay honth tere, my dil goes hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the mood for a very cheesy flick, but could not find one. Hence. I just can not wait for Tuesday, Jan/27 11 a.m. After which I will completely done and over with Semester One and would be able to relax fully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm out of random things to say. Good Night :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-7834083669741588764?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7834083669741588764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=7834083669741588764&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7834083669741588764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7834083669741588764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/absolutely-nothing.html' title='Absolutely Nothing'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-3569182660002676634</id><published>2009-01-22T18:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T00:31:01.984-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote - 04/09/08</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I strive for love&lt;br /&gt;I strive for care&lt;br /&gt;I strive for something&lt;br /&gt;that was perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;never there...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here came exam time.. and while studying for my English Exam, I came across this quote/poem-ish piece of literature I had made up on the night of Thursday, September 4th, 2008. English class seemed to like the theme of love..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-3569182660002676634?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3569182660002676634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=3569182660002676634&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3569182660002676634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3569182660002676634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/quote-040908.html' title='Quote - 04/09/08'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-3781374119874167133</id><published>2009-01-16T19:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T20:29:20.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY Cake!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292066608619633394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SXEyir56uvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/jFUnQPfu6xQ/s400/DSC09294.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Yes, the day has finally arrived that I have created my very first cake - from &lt;strong&gt;SCRATCH&lt;/strong&gt;!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;That's right folks... no assistance from mum what-so-ever!! Well, she had to tell me where the ingredients and equipment were located.. but apart from that I did it ALL-BY-MYSELF! :D Yes this is probably the first thing I made by myself, so yeah, I'm gunna be happy about it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;The recipe was obtained from my little cousin, Maham.. so thank you Mahamu! Too bad you're not here to taste it and tell me how it is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;It's nothing fancy, a simple plain-cake (with chocolate and few walnuts), but hey, it's a start! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292067002603327074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SXEy5nm8zmI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dRfNFf7IGm4/s200/DSC09291.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-3781374119874167133?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3781374119874167133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=3781374119874167133&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3781374119874167133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3781374119874167133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-cake.html' title='MY Cake!'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SXEyir56uvI/AAAAAAAAAQo/jFUnQPfu6xQ/s72-c/DSC09294.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-5719238689942104310</id><published>2009-01-01T20:52:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T20:25:54.484-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2009!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SWQC9gP60yI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lS8cw_KrbyI/s1600-h/DSC08815.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288355118091784994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SWQC9gP60yI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lS8cw_KrbyI/s200/DSC08815.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Here we are!! Thousand and nine! Wow! It honesty just feels like just yesterday when I took a picture and exclaimed, "here's the first picture of 2008"! And just last night (12:00am) I clicked the first picture of 2009.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The year of thousand and eight was really a productive and will always remain a memorable year. Lots happened. So many memories, so many happy moments, much bonding and also finding some really great friends. This year started off with grade ten and ended with grade eleven..these divided the year into half. I'll have to say I enjoyed and loved the first part of 2008 much more than the latter. Most of this has to do with being in grade ten and eleven, but apart from that Life was just real good! Many more memories on Facebook and MSN. Yes, that includes staying up until three, four, five and six in the morning! What great nights!&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SWQDQAFLs1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/YZjoGi8jOV0/s1600-h/DSC08793.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288355435874333522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SWQDQAFLs1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/YZjoGi8jOV0/s200/DSC08793.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would give highlights of this past year, but at this current moment I lack the energy; perhaps another time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So here we are 2009! One more year gone that will never return; one more year gone that leads us closer to certain ends.. but also one more year that leads us to a another beginning. Let's forgive and forget all the sorrows while cherishing the joys and make the most of the year two thousand and nine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy New Year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SWQDQAFLs1I/AAAAAAAAAQg/YZjoGi8jOV0/s1600-h/DSC08793.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-5719238689942104310?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5719238689942104310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=5719238689942104310&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5719238689942104310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5719238689942104310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-new-year-2009.html' title='Happy New Year 2009!'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SWQC9gP60yI/AAAAAAAAAQY/lS8cw_KrbyI/s72-c/DSC08815.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-6392874722218899389</id><published>2008-12-29T18:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:17:25.621-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><content type='html'>With one entire week of the holidays already gone and only one more remaining, hope everyone is happy and enjoying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My holidays so far are going pretty great and quite busy but loads of fun! I was in Indiana, USA last week and this week in Pennslyvania. It's totally awesome here! And there isn't even a drop of snow! (Huge contrast from back in TO!) Anyways.. the landscapes here are BEAUTIFUL!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from all the enjoying... one thing constantly haunting me is my homework. I have no idea when I'm going to do it.. though I have attempted..so May GOD help me with that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next exciting thing is that I finally got a laptop!! Thank GOD! And MashAllah, it is wonderfully magnificent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's all the update for now. My God.. time is just going by so fast!! It feels like just yesterday I was rejoicing that the holidays have begun and now I'm starting to think about it ending, school starting and exams approaching... oh God, scary thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well...we've still got six more days of freedom (unless you're stuck doing homework due on the seventh day). Anyways, time to enjoy to the fullest and relax! Soo once again, Happy Holidays everyone!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-6392874722218899389?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6392874722218899389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=6392874722218899389&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6392874722218899389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6392874722218899389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-701882806808508472</id><published>2008-12-11T22:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T23:32:31.424-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought on The Eleventh Day of the Twelveth Month of the Eight Year</title><content type='html'>There comes a time when you just don't feel like doing anything what-so-ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't sleep, though you want to.&lt;br /&gt;You can't concentrate, even though you have to.&lt;br /&gt;You can't think, 'cause there is just too much to think about.&lt;br /&gt;You can't eat, 'cause you've lost your appetite.&lt;br /&gt;Even chocolate doesn't seem to work anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Talking it out" isn't always the best way to go, nor is keeping it buried inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what CAN you do?&lt;br /&gt;Forget about it? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;Yell about it? No.&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the best way to get peace is to P-R-A-Y. Yes, Pray. A simple prayer and a long duaa is just what helps. That way, psychologically, you know there is a much greater force out there that you can trust no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, all humans are mere mortals. Each of us lust for something. Each of us have a good and bad side. Naturally, we are humans and thus made such a way that we can not be perfect no matter how hard we try. Hence, it should not come as a shock when one mortal fails to meet the expected deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No worries!!&lt;br /&gt;Put all thy TRUST in the One and Only - GOD.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what, this is one power which will never betray us and only guide us and lead us to a better life.. if only we reach out for GOD. It's only a matter of a small prayer from the heart. One you truly mean. One you truly wish for. One you truly need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're reading this, and you know that there was a time when you felt like the above, go and pray right now!! Even if that has never happened, a prayer will only benefit you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you still feel like doing nothing what-so-ever, it's okay, you are not alone..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-701882806808508472?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/701882806808508472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=701882806808508472&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/701882806808508472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/701882806808508472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/thought-on-eleventh-day-of-twelveth.html' title='A Thought on The Eleventh Day of the Twelveth Month of the Eight Year'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-182990229275004147</id><published>2008-12-11T19:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:10:41.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Personal Values</title><content type='html'>Personality quizzes are fun, whether long or short. Here's one I received just a few moments ago - short and sweet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what to do:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List the following animals from your best preference to least-&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Horse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Cow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sheep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Tiger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got it??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrote it down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is what they mean:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pig = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horse = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cow = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Career&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheep = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tiger = &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How'd you do? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Here is my result : Tiger, Horse, Cow, Sheep, Pig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;thus, Pride, Family, Career, Love and Money.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-182990229275004147?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/182990229275004147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=182990229275004147&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/182990229275004147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/182990229275004147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/your-personal-values.html' title='Your Personal Values'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-7452402913654637818</id><published>2008-12-07T23:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T00:43:38.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bed Time Story - By Hibbed</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;One of the most creative and intriguing -on-the-spot-made- Bed Time Story.. for me! :D ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;... Worth Reading, if you really want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ROFLOL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;---------------------Written by HIBBED---------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;once upon a time in a land far far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;lived a handsome .. strong.. and poetic young man.. Sir Hibbedsalot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;he was known around the kingdon for the smoothness of his palms.. and the redish hair on his fingers... (mehndi color:P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;well one day..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;sir Hibbedsalot was making his daily route alongside the bridge of Thornsville ! when an ogre appeared from under it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;the ogres name was Hufosy akbore! and had the ugliest face in all of Thornsville ! Legend has it that Hufosy Akbore had been banished by her friends.. to the refuge of the bridge over a dispute of some challengre or a quiz of sorts by the town wise men (science teacher)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hufosy had also been the victim to many peepers from town.. since he had not Hid his webshaped .. lens.. or camera of sort&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;anyways.. sir Hibbedsalot.. knew that the ogre had to be slaid:-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(cue dramatic music )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;And then sir Hibbedsalot looked at the ogre.. and the ogre snarled at the hibbedsalot.. every body knew that a duel was about to begin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hibbedsalot.. went with the first attack.. extracting his hand hair.. to spin a web aroung the ogre.. but his attack was intercepted.. by um.. hair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;a moustache of sort..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hibbedsalot. looked around and knew.. he was staring at the worst moustache based villain. in the history of villains..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Amalethine - The wearer of pink :-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(dun dun dun...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;they all lived happily ever after :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The End:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;jking:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The Ogre.. looked at both.. and knew this was nothing that Hibbedsalot could do alone..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hibbedsalot shouted to the people of the town.. to his aid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;but no one came.. no one wanted to be associated with the smelly ogre:-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;This is when.. Hibbedsalot got a plan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;he called apon the awesome powers of the awesome D-U andR trio ( figure that one out ur self) , to his aid.. but the trio did not reply.. since they were the orignal banishers of the ogre:-O the Hibbed had a burden as an ally.. and amalethin- the wearer of pink.. was already opening the knots of her moustache for the second attack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;yeah.. so amalething unwinder her moustache.. and and she huffed and puffed... but this time Hibbedsalot was ready&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;he stood upon a stool (just like in flash back meetings) and aproached the trio again! Except this time.. he mentioned that... the trio should forgive the ogre.. i mean the ogre has had a sad life.. the ogre was just trying to find a place to belong by fulfilling the quiz. He wanted to join the group of the Nutoriously, Evil Red  Dragons.. or N-E-R-D for short :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;the tri heard Hibbedsalot plea and didnt listen.. and Amelethine.. gave hibbed a snot-tache whip! covering him with yellow snot!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Hibbedsalot was down. and it was the ogre's turn to move:-O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The ogre... called upon the N E R D squad.. and he was now surrounded by all his friends.. meaning Nottorious Bisma, rascal Rehma (from the trio.. apparently she is the "r" in nerd) Evil Ogru (Hofosy Akbore) and Dangerous Danyal ! (who is the evil clone of the danyal in the TRIO :P)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;the NERD squad was now united&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;they all unleashed their powers on the evil Amalethine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Bisma used the protacted of death! Danyal beat boxed and lulled the evil creature to sleep!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;and ofc.. REhma talked and talked and bored the evil monster to death:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;but the Ogre was ready to do her signature move.... (dun dun dun)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;so the ogre.. went straight to the monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;liftred his hand.. and did the ultimate move..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;The Smush of Mehndi! (k yeah i know cheesy:!) .. and covered the ogre in hair!:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;sir Hibbedsalot came out of his snotsy layer.. and plead to the townspeople to take the ogre back.. and so they did. and they all lived happily ever after .. until the sequel when the  DUR TRIO fight the NERD squad:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Official Site&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;" href="http://www.myspace.com/hibbedpoems"&gt; Here&lt;/a&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/1543948828235044166-7452402913654637818?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7452402913654637818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=7452402913654637818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7452402913654637818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7452402913654637818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/bed-time-story-by-hibbed.html' title='Bed Time Story - By Hibbed'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-1683035621160551074</id><published>2008-11-17T17:43:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T18:07:19.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend - with English Homework</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SSH3HD-mVGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WvBEsOljUKo/s1600-h/DSC06276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SSH3HD-mVGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WvBEsOljUKo/s400/DSC06276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269764739699201122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Taken: 11/16/08 *6:16 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This picture is a summary of how &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;27%&lt;/span&gt; of my weekend was spent. Though the digit may seem small, let me assure you that that is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13 hours&lt;/span&gt; out of the 48 hours in a weekend. Imagine being stuck writing up five "well-constructed" paragraphs analyzing a novel. I don't even want to talk about it anymore! But yes, that there above illustrates the set up of my environment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other 43.73% of the weekend was spent sleeping (hey, I didn't get a lot of sleep throughout the week okay? lol). Then about 10% was devoted to studying for a test and the other 19.27% was just spent going shopping, watching tv and surfing online etc.. Just in case someone was wondering :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anyways.. the main point of this post is to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;show-off the picture above&lt;/span&gt; so disregard the other rantings if you must :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-1683035621160551074?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1683035621160551074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=1683035621160551074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/1683035621160551074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/1683035621160551074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/weekend-with-english-homework.html' title='Weekend - with English Homework'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SSH3HD-mVGI/AAAAAAAAAPg/WvBEsOljUKo/s72-c/DSC06276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-4010634073905161975</id><published>2008-11-14T18:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T19:10:28.245-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall: 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;One of the four beautiful seasons we are blessed with on earth, and also one of the best seasons to capture Nature at its best!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;When the the Green Summer Tree Leaves leave their green colour and change into a magnificent sight for all. Leaves falling ever so gracefully... and that gentle autumn breeze!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Subhan'Allah!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;By this time, all the leaves have fallen to the ground so here the some of my captured shots from the season (enjoy!) :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Shining on..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SR4SkTs8ogI/AAAAAAAAAPY/4tosz6LV7EA/s1600-h/DSC06270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SR4SkTs8ogI/AAAAAAAAAPY/4tosz6LV7EA/s320/DSC06270.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268669029043446274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Falling all over..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SR4SUdPFKVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/156AOrgCGqc/s1600-h/DSC06107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SR4SUdPFKVI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/156AOrgCGqc/s320/DSC06107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268668756724623698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SR4SLfDiBnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TJNe0dx1qVo/s1600-h/DSC05997.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SR4SLfDiBnI/AAAAAAAAAPI/TJNe0dx1qVo/s320/DSC05997.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268668602594231922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coloured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SR4R2_-dUgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/oNfgiI0TLic/s1600-h/DSC05334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SR4R2_-dUgI/AAAAAAAAAPA/oNfgiI0TLic/s320/DSC05334.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268668250654069250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SR4RtwCSzgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/_KtFqlICj24/s1600-h/DSC05329.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SR4RtwCSzgI/AAAAAAAAAO4/_KtFqlICj24/s320/DSC05329.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268668091756367362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SR4Rky0fZXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/d6AL98ch5vk/s1600-h/DSC05327.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SR4Rky0fZXI/AAAAAAAAAOw/d6AL98ch5vk/s320/DSC05327.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268667937884956018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SR4RcMUO21I/AAAAAAAAAOo/esW-INTTjXA/s1600-h/DSC05319.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SR4RcMUO21I/AAAAAAAAAOo/esW-INTTjXA/s320/DSC05319.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268667790110153554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-4010634073905161975?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4010634073905161975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=4010634073905161975&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4010634073905161975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4010634073905161975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/fall-2008.html' title='Fall: 2008'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SR4SkTs8ogI/AAAAAAAAAPY/4tosz6LV7EA/s72-c/DSC06270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-6959858703918032239</id><published>2008-11-14T18:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T18:50:11.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grade 11. Semester 1. Term 1 Ends.</title><content type='html'>Thank GOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least one term is finally over. Yes it did pass by fairly quickly, but it wasn't easy to get pass. The pressure and amount of work this year is beyond imaginable, or maybe it's just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Please GOD, help us all survive this with marks which will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;actually&lt;/span&gt; help us in the next coming years! Ameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this first term is over, what next? As of Monday, November 17th, 2008 8:50am - Semester 1, Term 2 beings. What joy! More work, more homework, summatives and exams.. woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all this school talk is making me depressed, so let's look at some stuff that will actually give us a breather rather than more grief:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Community Concert is coming up soon - volunteering there should be a blast!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;EID!! EID! EID! EID!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The School Art Show - few of my taken photographs to be displayed! Yay :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A huge birthday party of two of my bestEST friends ever! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(and then.. what we've all been desperately waiting for, or atleast I have) &lt;/span&gt;WINTER BREAKS!!!!!! 35 days to go! .. oh gosh, that's a big digit! But, it's still around the corner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Anyways.. that's that! Until all the fun stuff..gotta continue to work, work and work hard. It should all pay of one day, InshaAllah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-6959858703918032239?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6959858703918032239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=6959858703918032239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6959858703918032239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6959858703918032239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/grade-11-semester-1-term-1-ends.html' title='Grade 11. Semester 1. Term 1 Ends.'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-6679262002024957176</id><published>2008-10-22T22:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:15:43.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Amazing Forwarded E-Mail (About Life)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;Professor began his class by holding up a glass with some water in it.  He held it up for all to see &amp;amp; asked the students &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;"How much do you think this glass weighs?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;'50gms!' .... '100gms!' .....'125gms'  ...the students answered..                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;                   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://by116w.bay116.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://64.4.38.249/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d00f4d6f5-3e6a-4d67-8c39-2f7a6a595d92.gif%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvZ2lm%26name%3dQVRUMDAwMDEuZ2lm%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a1.2145869640%2540web8704.mail.in.yahoo.com%26shared%3d1&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.1.106.214&amp;amp;d=d1505&amp;amp;mf=0" width="105" height="106" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;"I really don't know unless I weigh it," said the professor, "but, my question is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;What would happen if I held it up like this for a few minutes?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;'Nothing' …..the students said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;'Ok what would happen if I held it up like this for an hour?' the professor asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;'Your arm would begin to ache' said one of the student&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;"You're right, now what would happen if I held it for a day?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;"Your arm could go numb, you might have severe muscle stress &amp;amp; paralysis &amp;amp; have to go to hospital for sure!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;….. ventured another student &amp;amp; all the students laughed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;"Very good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;But during all this, did the weight of the glass change?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;asked the professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;'No'…. Was the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;"Then what caused the arm ache &amp;amp; the muscle stress?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;The students were puzzled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;"What should I do now to come out of pain?" asked professor again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;"Put the glass down!" said one of the students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;"Exactly!" said the professor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; Life's problems are something like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;Hold it for a few minutes in your head &amp;amp; they seem OK.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;Think of them for a long time &amp;amp; they begin to ache. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;Hold it even longer &amp;amp; they begin to paralyze you. You will not be able to do anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;It's important to think of the challenges or problems in your life, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;But EVEN MORE IMPORTANT is to 'PUT THEM DOWN' at the end of every day before You go to sleep. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;That way, you are not stressed, you wake up every day fresh &amp;amp;strong &amp;amp; can handle any issue, any challenge that comes your way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;So, when you leave office today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:10;" &gt;Remember friend to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 115%;font-size:14;" &gt;'PUT THE GLASS DOWN TODAY! '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definitely.. what a true way of looking at the ways of life and its problems :)&lt;/span&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/1543948828235044166-6679262002024957176?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6679262002024957176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=6679262002024957176&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6679262002024957176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6679262002024957176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-amazing-forwarded-e-mail-about.html' title='Another Amazing Forwarded E-Mail (About Life)'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-4166884746075783793</id><published>2008-10-22T22:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T22:09:08.355-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Belated Eid Mubarak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;..so I'm a few days late! Okay..almost a whole month late!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But the wishes are just as much from the heart as they would've been on the Day-of!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;So Hope everyone had a most wonderful and fantabulous EID!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-size:180%;" &gt;EID MUBARAK!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best Wishes to you, your Fa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mily &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;and Friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://shadows15.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/eid-mubarak.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 507px; height: 298px;" src="http://shadows15.files.wordpress.com/2007/10/eid-mubarak.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-4166884746075783793?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4166884746075783793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=4166884746075783793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4166884746075783793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4166884746075783793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/belated-eid-mubarak.html' title='Belated Eid Mubarak!'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-7822344770272093204</id><published>2008-09-16T00:59:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T01:21:41.337-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Understanding and A Change of Heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/38/DOF-ShallowDepthofField.jpg/350px-DOF-ShallowDepthofField.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 233px; height: 168px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/3/38/DOF-ShallowDepthofField.jpg/350px-DOF-ShallowDepthofField.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Okay, it's 1am now and I just finished doing a project which when I began, I HATED!&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, ask the people I have been bothering for hours and complaining of what a pain this project was. I totally HATED it with all my heart!&lt;br /&gt;I chose the topic, Depth of Field, as a Consideration of Photography for my Photography Class. I chose DOF because this technique was one I always wanted to learn! Hence I chose it so I could use it. When I began my research, NOTHING made sense. Hence the Frustration and hence the non-stop complaining.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get it. I loved photography, yet this assignment was such a pain to do! Why? I didn't realize it before, but now, after completing, I realized that it was because of a lack of understanding. Now that I've gained more knowledge on this topic - I LOVE IT! Those who I annoyed with the following phrases throughout the day will laugh and shake their heads upon reading this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I HATE PHOTOGRAPHY CLASS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"WHY DID I TAKE THIS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I COULD BE DOING MATH!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"STUPID PROJECT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I DON'T WANNA DO IT!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ARGH!! :@"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and so forth.. hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Anyways, now that I've completed this project, I feel so good! I actually feel great that I accomplished this task and not to brag or anything, I'm really proud of the work I ended up producing! Now, to only do a good presentation and get a good mark! Then I shall be super duper happy!&lt;br /&gt;Oh but unfortunately, I also realized now, that this technique of photography, Depth of Field, one I always wanted to use - I can't, as my current Camera does not have the ability (the proper lens)..oh well, I still LOVE it! So in summary, I liked doing er-- I liked COMPLETING this project very much, because in end, it was totally worth it!! Just goes to show you what a little bit (or a lot, in this case) of understanding can do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;"&gt;Thank You to those of you who had to put up with me throughout this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-7822344770272093204?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7822344770272093204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=7822344770272093204&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7822344770272093204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7822344770272093204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/understanding-and-change-of-heart.html' title='Understanding and A Change of Heart!'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-8858133133998482594</id><published>2008-09-14T00:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T01:25:13.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'>That One Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SMyZLV3o0MI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sN0EKqpEFUs/s1600-h/DSC06338.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 164px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SMyZLV3o0MI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sN0EKqpEFUs/s200/DSC06338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245736086107902146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it amazing, how one tiny moment in our lives can somehow impact the rest of our life to come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm talking about perhaps that one quick minute or two where you exchanged a phone number or e-mail address which lead to a series of conversations (which were great fun!). The one time you decided to have lunch with "those-girls" and ended up becoming close friends with them. The time you decided to say "yes" and agree to work with that person next to you and they ended up being the best lab partner you ever had. The time where your teacher assigned you to sit next to the two new girls in the class and you later became best friends with them in that class. The time that you just let your heart out to someone and knew just how much they cared about you. Those moments, those few minutes in our lives became some of the best minutes of our lives and some, which perhaps made us who we are today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, there are those blessed moments, like the first time you prayed the Kalimah, or recited the Quran or prayed your first full Namaz. And now, MashAllah whether you remember that moment or not, it was a life-changing moment. Those few several minutes which made you the Muslim you may be today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Moments, blessed moments, but also those &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;other&lt;/span&gt; moments. Not the moments that made you feel good, or gave you a new friend or made you excited about somethings. I mean the moments which made you cry. Heart broken. Devasted. And the list can go on with many such adjectives. Everyone, I'm positive, has has many such moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one moment, where you heard the last gasp of your great-grandfather followed by the loud cries of all the aunties surrounding the hospital. Even though you were too little to understand death, you knew it was bad, so you cried too. Then, the time you were praying your heart out for your Grand-father, to let him be okay because you  knew he was sick. But then, your uncle walks past giving you a motion with his hands which meant that Daada (grand father) was not with us anymore. Another moment, when you were happily coming home from school and suddenly your mother informs you that your Dadda (grandmother) passed away earlier today. Shock Stricken. Tears at ends. State of Depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is crazy. It really is. It's great at times, when you get all happy about something and life is just too good! Then, there are those moments which leave perhaps a hole in your heart forever, or maybe just a sinking feeling. Nonetheless, those moments are too a vital part of life. As without such moments, one could not distinguish those other ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each and every moment of life is very precious. Sometimes you don't realize it until several hours, days, months or even years. Sometimes never. But every moment you ever lived, are living and will live will impact you one way or another. Each moment is also special. I know I ended with quite a few depressing ones, but think about the bright side! That one really good moment which made you feel loved? Or that one time you "accidentally" overheard your parents discussing what a good person you were? The time where you realized just how much that someone really cared about you? The time where you felt that someone really trusted you? That one moment which just made your day? See, there are tons of great moments we've all had!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each moment, that one moment, has somehow made us who we are today. Whether it's the way we talk, the way we walk, the way we speak, the way we think, the we behave or, the way we see the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized, there are also some moments which we NEVER want to think about (i.e. the time you the most stupidest thing in class, or fell in front of everyone etc..)! haha :P And there are other many moments too, but this post is long enough!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is...well, it's a lot of things. And it's filled with moments. Moments we want to cherish forever, moments we never want to forget, moments we regret, moments we wish never occurred, moments which we just loved, moments we wish never ended. Moments, moments, moments! Life is full of 'em! And personally, I tend to think more about those "happy" moments more often than the "sad" ones, because life is just too short to be lived in misery. We're blessed to be alive, so might as well enjoy and make the most of the moments that we got, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. Forgot to mention. The significance of that Image attached to this post. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Clock, which reads two seconds past midnight.&lt;/span&gt; This was a special moment as well, My sister, I believe took that picture, while telling me, "Now, you're officially sixteen". Couldn't have chosen a better picture for this post eh? :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-8858133133998482594?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8858133133998482594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=8858133133998482594&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/8858133133998482594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/8858133133998482594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/that-one-moment.html' title='That One Moment'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SMyZLV3o0MI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/sN0EKqpEFUs/s72-c/DSC06338.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-6868701645462312358</id><published>2008-09-13T23:52:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T23:56:40.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Quit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Good Days Give you Happiness; Bad Days give you Experience."&lt;/span&gt; Forwarded E-mails are usually annoying, but this one, this one is actually worth the reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: red; font-style: italic;"&gt;One day I decided to quit... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://by116w.bay116.mail.live.com/mail/SafeRedirect.aspx?hm__tg=http://64.4.38.249/att/GetAttachment.aspx&amp;amp;hm__qs=file%3d9482f77d-a22b-4264-8122-9b77ec43e2a4.jpg%26ct%3daW1hZ2UvanBlZw_3d_3d%26name%3dQVRUNzU1MTAwLmpwZw_3d_3d%26inline%3d1%26rfc%3d0%26empty%3dFalse%26imgsrc%3dcid%253a1.1678674571%2540web8706.mail.in.yahoo.com%26shared%3d1&amp;amp;oneredir=1&amp;amp;ip=10.1.106.214&amp;amp;d=d1505&amp;amp;mf=0" width="350" height="241" /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I decided to quit...&lt;br /&gt;I quit my job, my relationship, my spirituality... I wanted to quit my life.&lt;br /&gt;I went to the woods to have one last talk with God.&lt;br /&gt;'God', I said. 'Can you give me one good reason not to quit?'&lt;br /&gt;His answer surprised me...&lt;br /&gt;'Look around', He said. 'Do you see the fern and the bamboo?'&lt;br /&gt;'Yes', I replied.&lt;br /&gt;When I planted the fern and the bamboo seeds, I took very good care of them.&lt;br /&gt;I gave them light. I gave them water.&lt;br /&gt;The fern quickly grew from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Its brilliant green covered the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Yet nothing came from the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;But I did not quit on the bamboo.&lt;br /&gt;In the second year the Fern grew more vibrant and plentiful.&lt;br /&gt;And again, nothing came from the bamboo seed.&lt;br /&gt;But I did not quit on the bamboo. He said.&lt;br /&gt;'In the third year, there was still nothing from the bamboo seed. But I would not quit. In the fourth year, again, there was nothing from the bamboo seed. 'I would not quit.' He said. 'Then in the fifth year a tiny sprout emerged from the earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared to the fern it was seemingly small and insignificant... But just 6 months later the bamboo rose to over 100 feet tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had spent the five years growing roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those roots made it strong and gave it what it needed to survive. I would not give any of my creations a challenge it could not handle.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said to me. 'Did you know, my child, that all this time you have been struggling, you have actually been growing roots.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I would not quit on the bamboo. I will never quit on you. ' Don't compare yourself to others ..' He said. ' The bamboo had a different purpose than the fern ... Yet, they both make the forest beautiful.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your time will come, ' God said to me. ' You will rise high! ' How high should I rise?' I asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How high will the bamboo rise?' He asked in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'As high as it can? ' I questioned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;' Yes. ' He said, 'Give me glory by rising as high as you can. '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the forest and bring back this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope these words can help you see that God will never give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will never give up on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never regret a day in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good days give you &lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;happiness &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad days give you &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;experiences&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both are essential to life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A happy and meaningful life requires our continuous input and creativity. It does not happen by chance. It happens because of our choices and actions. And each day we are given new opportunities to choose and act and, in doing so, we create our own unique journey.' Keep going...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness keeps you Sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Trials keep you Strong, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sorrows keep you Human,&lt;br /&gt;Failures keep you humble, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success keeps You Glowing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Bookman Old Style;font-size:130%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; color: blue; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13.5pt; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;span style="font-size:6;color:#ff00ff;"&gt;Only God keeps You Going&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-6868701645462312358?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6868701645462312358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=6868701645462312358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6868701645462312358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6868701645462312358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-quit.html' title='Never Quit'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-5596985914649311382</id><published>2008-09-06T17:19:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T17:28:02.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunsets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SML0QKgZC0I/AAAAAAAAANo/a_NRlitDt-k/s1600-h/DSC01125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SML0QKgZC0I/AAAAAAAAANo/a_NRlitDt-k/s320/DSC01125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243021474747976514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SML1YrUPjMI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3EZgXjymzzQ/s1600-h/DSC03746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SML1YrUPjMI/AAAAAAAAAN4/3EZgXjymzzQ/s320/DSC03746.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243022720505973954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SML05EZj_nI/AAAAAAAAANw/a-oZ9PMhp7o/s1600-h/DSC00855.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SML05EZj_nI/AAAAAAAAANw/a-oZ9PMhp7o/s320/DSC00855.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243022177483357810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I absolutely adore Sunsets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-5596985914649311382?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5596985914649311382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=5596985914649311382&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5596985914649311382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5596985914649311382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/sunsets.html' title='Sunsets'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SML0QKgZC0I/AAAAAAAAANo/a_NRlitDt-k/s72-c/DSC01125.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-4621510331681385844</id><published>2008-09-05T16:47:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T17:29:45.878-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of Grade 11</title><content type='html'>Survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocking, yes, but we have made it! A whole entire (well, sort of) week of classes!! Woohoo!&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't that bad actually. Infact not bad at all! I was honestly really scared about starting grade eleven at first, but soon I realized I wasn't alone and that every other student was nervous as well. I guess it's 'cause this is one of the two years which will affect the rest of our entire lives! *glups* Well now, that's a real comforting thought! Oh well, Insha'Allah everyone will do well! Okay so yes, the first week of class - here's a little overview :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;First Period : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; - My favourite hobby! But right now, it's not so great as we're doing sketches and stuff. HELLO! I did not take this class to DRAW. I took it to take PICTURES. Yes please! Hopefully next week we shall start taking some scenery pictures and start doing some real photography. Should be a fun and easy class!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Period Two : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt; - Has to be the subject which causes me the most grief! But I'm totally excited for this class because I really like my teacher (I had her in grade 9 aswell). Her admiration of English really wants me to learn it well and be good at it. I'm also excited because she said we will be blogging in class aswell! Wooohooo!! Also, the topic we're focusing on, power, is really quite interesting, so I'm really looking forward to English Classes, despite all the hours of hard writing work!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Period Three : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;LUNCH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; - Well, it's not like we eat or anything now, 'cause of Ramadan, but this is the period where me and my friends just chill and hangout. A really good breather!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Period Four : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;French&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt; - Oui, le Francais! Je l'aime! I honestly really like french and this year, my teacher is really awesome too! He talks in french a lot so that really helps to improve our oral communication in french too, he's also very easy going which keeps us all relaxed. I'm already loving this class and I hope at the end of it I'll be speaking le Francais quite often!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Period Five : &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Biology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt; - What a way to end the day! Biology class with 2-3 of my most closest friends! I think we're THIS close to getting our seats changed because we talk so much! haha! But this is really is fun! We haven't really begun the actual bio stuff but still, it seems like we're going to learn some great stuff! And of course, having my friends with me is an extra bonus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my week one! Not so bad at all! Pretty good actually!! So let's just hope for the best and see what comes our way! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;That's 10 months minus one week of school to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-4621510331681385844?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4621510331681385844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=4621510331681385844&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4621510331681385844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4621510331681385844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-week-of-grade-11.html' title='First Week of Grade 11'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-1935353982723786739</id><published>2008-09-02T13:23:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T13:36:39.197-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Happy, Happy Day !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://69.13.97.211/t-shirt-designs/prodimages/smiley%20face.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://69.13.97.211/t-shirt-designs/prodimages/smiley%20face.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ever get a time where you're just SOO HAPPY!? All you can do is smile and or laugh because you are just feeling sooo good!! Maybe it's something you did, or something that happened, whatever it is, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YOU&lt;/span&gt; know it, and it is making you SMILE ever so much!! :D (Mash'Allah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this feeling will last all day, so the title of this post should've been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oh happy, happy moment"&lt;/span&gt;. But whatever! Because I am just realllllly happy right now!! :D haha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, it's not because today was the first day of school! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice feeling!! VERY nice and joyous feeling, and I'm sure a lot of you will know what I mean! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...actually the smiley-face on the side does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; suit how I'm feeling right now because my smile is MUCH WIDER and HAPPIER! :D )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-1935353982723786739?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1935353982723786739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=1935353982723786739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/1935353982723786739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/1935353982723786739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/oh-happy-happy-day.html' title='Oh Happy, Happy Day !!'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-5292476931707134776</id><published>2008-09-02T13:04:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T17:25:09.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day Of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yup, today was the day! Well, actually my classes officially begin tomorrow, but I'm not going to write about MY first day back at school. Nope, I'm going to talk about what my experience was like dropping off my two little sisters to school on their first day of Grade 1 and 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SL2s4Z1XaYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-JRS7ikYyXo/s1600-h/DSC03694.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SL2s4Z1XaYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-JRS7ikYyXo/s320/DSC03694.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241535626336496002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, bright and early, we (my sisters, mum and I) leave at 8:26am to make sure we find both the little ones classes before classes begin. Everything's good, we were early we knew the classes and the teachers but NOT where we had to meet them. So we look around, and we see quite a few people gathered around a small piece of paper stuck to one of the doors. How convenient is that?! It had some type of lines and names all squished together, fantastic! Anyways, then eventually the teachers start to come (around 8:45am now) and my mum assured me they would be carrying some sort of signs. Yes, they were.. regular sized papers with their name and class number printed and the paper was stuck to their clipboard (so that you had to be right in their faces to see what was written on it!). So obviously everyone was crowded everywhere!! Though one teacher was actually smart enough to photocopy that paper and stick it to both sides of a meter stick; so props to her!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, next it was the line-up. This was funny. All the parents were rushing to get their kids to be first in line and stand next to the teacher. I heard one person say to his son, "Beta, teacher to hi bolna aur how are you poochna, jao" (translation: Son, say hi to your teacher and ask her how she is, go!). Haha...Come ON (lol)! Almost every parent came up to teacher to introduce their child! Like seriously people! You're child will be spending the next 10months with this person, I'm sure they'll get a good introduction!! But sure, they're excited or whatever..so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, the line-ups were pretty messed up and their signs were too small. But it was great to see my sisters entering grade 1 and 4. (They were excited, clearly, and that was a joy to see!)&lt;br /&gt;I remember my first days on those two years. Grade one..yeah, I felt like I was going on some gigantic mission and I thought I was really brave that I didn't cry when my parents left (haha!)!  Now I'm in grade eleven .. so the first day isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;such&lt;/span&gt; a big deal, but honestly, going back after this summer...it felt a little bit different! After all, this is the second &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last&lt;/span&gt; year of high school!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-5292476931707134776?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5292476931707134776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=5292476931707134776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5292476931707134776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5292476931707134776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day Of School'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SL2s4Z1XaYI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/-JRS7ikYyXo/s72-c/DSC03694.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-626222948280648582</id><published>2008-09-01T17:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T18:26:20.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramadan Mubarak !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.123greetings.com/eventsnew/rsp_islam/1067-002-62-1442.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.123greetings.com/eventsnew/rsp_islam/1067-002-62-1442.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Happy Ramadan to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is THE most favourite time of the year for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the month where "the doors of heaven are opened and the devils are chained in hell". A truly holy and blessed month. We are all sinners so let's make the most of this month. Let's do those good deeds that we've been delaying for the past year. Let's ask for forgiveness and pray like we've never prayed before..directly from our hearts. Life is too short and we don't realize how blessed we are to be alive. Every minute we live, we are bound to commit a sin. We're not that great people, BUT still, ALLAH (SWT) has given us this oppourtunity to come to the right path. To undo what we did wrong and ask for forgiveness. ALLAH is truly merciful. I know it may be difficult to give up those old, bad habbits, but THIS is the PERFECT time! ALLAH is ready to help you in everyway possible but we have to be fully COMMITED! Insha'Allah, if we set our mind to the right thing, we will achieve our goal. This is the time of the year where every Muslim is trying their very best to wash their sins and do good things and ask for forgivness. So let's follow the right path, let's devote ourselves to ALLAH, then maybe, Insha'Allah we will be able to continue these wonderous ways hence forth and be less of the sinners that we were the year before!&lt;br /&gt;Let's start to (just naming a few) pray more often, give to the poor, not backbite, not be so into TV and music &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; only for this holy month of Ramadan but for the rest of our lives as well. Insha'Allah. May Allah(swt) forgive us all and guide us to the right ways. Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, you can never know when life will be taken away from you. And when we're gone, it's everything we did here (on earth) that will determine our fate in the afterlife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0EY2XuP111k"&gt;Here is a really great video that has to do with Shaytan and how many sins we commit obeying him.&lt;/a&gt; It is a MUST watch! (Do try and watch the other episodes aswell, they are really great to get a realization!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sunna.info/souwar/data/media/29/ramadan_touch_blessing_islam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.sunna.info/souwar/data/media/29/ramadan_touch_blessing_islam.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I would also like to take this moment and ask for forgivness from anyone who I've ever hurt (in anyway) whether intentionally or unintentionally. My sincere apologies.&lt;br /&gt;Also to anyone who&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; feels&lt;/span&gt; that they have hurt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt; in anyway, don't worry, I forgive you too! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-626222948280648582?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/626222948280648582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=626222948280648582&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/626222948280648582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/626222948280648582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/ramadan-mubarak.html' title='Ramadan Mubarak !'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-395944830668390826</id><published>2008-09-01T15:42:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T16:04:20.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Day of Summer 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SLxI5_rvkBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JrvO_YEqzd8/s1600-h/DSC00841.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 216px; height: 162px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SLxI5_rvkBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JrvO_YEqzd8/s200/DSC00841.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241144227537063954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;It's unfortunately here, the official end of summer 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;I don't know what to say! Time FLIES! One moment I've just finished my exams and jumped in excitement as summer had begun, and now, the next moment the summer has already come to an end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;So how did this summer pass for me? Well, let me just sum up my two-month events in a small list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I attended a course at the University of Toronto, that was fantastic!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made new friends and terribly missed the old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My ever-so-lovely cousins came from Pennsylvania, that was a blast!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;One of my sisters turned 6, the other entered her teenage years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Me and my Friends suffered a terrible loss, but that helped us bring us closer to our religion and face more realities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My other cousins came from Indiana, always a joy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Met up friends, those were good times!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to a few outings, those are always superbtabulous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;And that's really it, nothing so very exciting, but still, there were a few very, very good and fun moments which I really enjoyed! Time has passed, and now tomorrow beings a whole new year of school. Grade 11. Second last year of high school. *glups* No point in dreading it, it will come, and it did, and now it's here!! So here go, another school year to tackle, let's see what life brings this way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;To everyone else, hope you all had a terrific summer! All the best with the new school year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-395944830668390826?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/395944830668390826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=395944830668390826&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/395944830668390826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/395944830668390826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/last-day-of-summer-2008.html' title='Last Day of Summer 2008'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SLxI5_rvkBI/AAAAAAAAAJk/JrvO_YEqzd8/s72-c/DSC00841.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-8731974999595756925</id><published>2008-08-31T11:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T11:44:19.807-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SLq46p0jcfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qgeo-kfD3_E/s1600-h/jun.+082.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 236px; height: 328px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SLq46p0jcfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qgeo-kfD3_E/s320/jun.+082.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240704434197197298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Heyy This is a shout out to ALL the people who have done anything for me (EVER)!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I just want to let you all know that it means the WORLD to me!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Whether you stayed up with me on those &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;late late&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; nights while I was trying to finish my summatives and other assignments (that one truly a big one!! I loved your company!! --you know who you are!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Whether you just kept me company (regardless of the time).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Whether you just asked me how I was doing or making sure everything was alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Also when you just talked to me when I was in the depths of boredom haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Or if just simply were just there for me (regardless of the time or mood or situation)! Or if you just made me smile/laugh!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Point being, it doesn't matter what you did. You did it, and that's what counts! I'm sorry I can't mention it all here, but just know that it all means so much to me!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't know what I'd do without you! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;I hope I can return the favour, because honestly, it's really the little things that count. I really appreciate it and THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(and..uh.. um.. keep it up okay? ;) LOL )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also, most importantly, Thank you ALLAH(SWT) for blessing me with such great company and such wonderful people, always keep them blessed and happy, Ameen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(P.S. The Flower is for you all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-8731974999595756925?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8731974999595756925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=8731974999595756925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/8731974999595756925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/8731974999595756925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/thank-you.html' title='THANK YOU!!'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SLq46p0jcfI/AAAAAAAAAJc/qgeo-kfD3_E/s72-c/jun.+082.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-776100890275929991</id><published>2008-08-30T16:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T17:02:00.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I talk too much?</title><content type='html'>Just a random post here people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just skimming my blog and man, do I write a lot. lol...I mean with some people it's a great thing! Their each and every word has a deep meaning, but I think I just write a whole lotta nonsense &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(at times!)&lt;/span&gt;! Instead of coming straight to the point, I think I rant a lot more than necessary..haha...seriously! Once again, I will use a Facebook sticker to express this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sbst1w.static.zynga.com/stickerz/fb/images/199/196/181447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://sbst1w.static.zynga.com/stickerz/fb/images/199/196/181447.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..Completely true!! When people don't know me too well,  I get tagged as "The Quiet Girl"...(I know, hard to believe eh?). but once they've gotten to know me, and vice versa.. it's a totally different story! They ask me to shut up! hehe. But don't get the wrong idea, I am quiet person..sometimes, when I want to be, and need to be. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to take this moment and thank all the people who know me well. THANK YOU for putting up with me and my talks. Whether they make sense or not!! And I hope I'm not too much of a bother!! I really love that you guys listen to me!! So thank you!! And it wouldn't hurt if you talked a bit as well you know ..hehehe :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Here again? I have made this post lengthy enough! And really.. for no apparent reason!! See, if it I wanted, I could've simply just posted that Facebook Sticker and beneath it wrote, "Enough Said." .. but then that would go against the whole idea that I rant a lot!&lt;br /&gt;Ooo-kayy, I will stop now.   :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I think I just answered my own question.. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-776100890275929991?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/776100890275929991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=776100890275929991&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/776100890275929991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/776100890275929991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-i-talk-too-much.html' title='Do I talk too much?'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-3664597298359244456</id><published>2008-08-30T15:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:33:11.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one of the those days...</title><content type='html'>There are times when life hits us in our soft spots. Everything is A-Ok and then suddenly you get a realization and then things aren't so fine anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Times change, people change. But at times, change isn't so great. Especially when you don't want things to change. Sure sometimes change is a good thing, infact at times it's great! However, other times you would just wish that things always remain the same. Sometimes, when you have something so special...that's when you don't want the change. And Insha'Allah those things won't change (I won't let them!).  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, about "just one of those days", there are times when you're just real down. Y'know what I mean? And you just wanna sit down, relax and maybe just talk to those real close ones? Yup, that's what I'm doing! And trying to ease the mood I started to listening to a really nice &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tFxE95Ye4TQ"&gt;song&lt;/a&gt;. Which definitely helped soothe the mood.&lt;br /&gt;Then I started talking to a friend of mine (who's been going through a load of changes lately--for the greater good in her case). Mash'Allah, this summer she has gotten closer to our religion and is helping us get there as well. Anyways, she saw me listening to the song, and suggested that I listen to &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d3h9wP32nzM"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; instead. Surah Yasin. Subhan'Allah. It is recited so well. It definitely feels good to listen to it. See, in her case Change is a VERY good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure change hits us all once in awhile. What's important is to keep those close relationships no matter what, because if they're not close ones, then you wouldn't have them to begin with. Change or no change! And as for feeling down, it happens every-so-often. I feel it's best to think about the happy times, than worry over the sad ones. That being said, I think I'm feeling better than I did when I began writing this post! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure who ever just read the above is totally confused out of their mind right now.. soo my apologizes! Sorry... it's okay, just forget you read this! :D haha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-3664597298359244456?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3664597298359244456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=3664597298359244456&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3664597298359244456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3664597298359244456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-of-those-days.html' title='Just one of the those days...'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-2694709045054993279</id><published>2008-08-26T22:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T16:37:16.848-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilliante Weblog Premio - 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQDge2dtUNQ/SLSyduoY6FI/AAAAAAAABEM/8oGuBzl8sJg/s320/brilliant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQDge2dtUNQ/SLSyduoY6FI/AAAAAAAABEM/8oGuBzl8sJg/s320/brilliant.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So apparently there are blogger awards!! Superb!! I always end up winning things I didn't even know existed! Anyways, I was given this brilliant award and honour by none other than my beloved cousin(ish) Majaz!! Here is what she had to say:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;" href="http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/"&gt;Hufsa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;, for her candid and life-is-wonderful kinda tone. You're a real sweetheart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwh, Thank you So much &lt;a href="http://theblackmirror.blogspot.com/"&gt;Majaz&lt;/a&gt;! It it truly an honour!&lt;br /&gt;After all, the only reason I started blogging was because you had suggested it to me and it is your wonderful pieces of writings that inspire me to blog more often! So thank you very much :)&lt;br /&gt;And as for my blog, "life-is-wonderful", haha.. well at times, I just try to look at it from a positive perspective!&lt;br /&gt;I'd also like to take this moment and thank all my family and friends who are very close to my heart and are always there for me. It is you all who give me the inspiration I need. It really means a lot, THANK YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately I don't think I can carry on the further rules of this award as I have only been blogging for less than a year and am not familiar with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seven&lt;/span&gt; different blogs.. :$ So my sincere apologies, Insha'Allah next year I will be able to pass on this award to others! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again Thank you Majaz, Blogspot, my inspirational people and anyone who has ever read my blog! Thank you!!! It really means a lot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQDge2dtUNQ/SLSyduoY6FI/AAAAAAAABEM/8oGuBzl8sJg/s1600-h/brilliant.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQDge2dtUNQ/SLSyduoY6FI/AAAAAAAABEM/8oGuBzl8sJg/s1600-h/brilliant.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-2694709045054993279?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2694709045054993279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=2694709045054993279&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/2694709045054993279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/2694709045054993279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/brilliante-weblog-premio-2008.html' title='Brilliante Weblog Premio - 2008'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQDge2dtUNQ/SLSyduoY6FI/AAAAAAAABEM/8oGuBzl8sJg/s72-c/brilliant.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-8877945894272615085</id><published>2008-08-26T00:51:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T01:03:37.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Apartment View - GORGEOUS!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A picture is worth a thousand words"&lt;/span&gt; -- That quote couldn't be any more correct!! Therefore I will let my pictures do most of the talking in this post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is one thing that I completely die-heartedly LOVE about my apartment, it's my VIEW. Yes, the view straight from my balcony. Stare your hearts out people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SLOMZJBikhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Xzbgh6SvAxI/s1600-h/DSC02880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SLOMZJBikhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Xzbgh6SvAxI/s400/DSC02880.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238685155109016082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could, and do, stand here for hours simply staring at this magnificent sight. Absolutely Stunning!! I love it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is on another day : (See the moon on the far right??) :D This was taken past midnight.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SLONKuKqCPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/omi0fYE-GM8/s1600-h/DSC02795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SLONKuKqCPI/AAAAAAAAAJM/omi0fYE-GM8/s400/DSC02795.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238686006892955890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now one more look at this amazing sight---this time, through my bedroom window during Maghrib (Sunset) Time :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SLON6bIa1oI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cvTd0ETx6E8/s1600-h/DSC02870.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SLON6bIa1oI/AAAAAAAAAJU/cvTd0ETx6E8/s400/DSC02870.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238686826417018498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See? Who wouldn't mind sitting here and just staring out there??? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;MASHALLAH...what a view!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-8877945894272615085?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8877945894272615085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=8877945894272615085&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/8877945894272615085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/8877945894272615085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-apartment-view-gorgeous.html' title='My Apartment View - GORGEOUS!'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SLOMZJBikhI/AAAAAAAAAJE/Xzbgh6SvAxI/s72-c/DSC02880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-5515526369752436467</id><published>2008-08-20T19:50:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T20:06:00.053-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Summers' Most Frequently Used Phrase: I MISS YOU !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SKywLICdEWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-d3Z0RChKDs/s1600-h/t198613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 140px; height: 106px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SKywLICdEWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-d3Z0RChKDs/s400/t198613.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236754171907871074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I don't know about others, but I can speak for myself and say that this summer I have used that phrase almost everyday to and for many people. Maybe because last summer I was re-visiting my home country so that was fun and the summers before that I was just too little to miss people (plus we were probably busy with things too). THIS year (2008) however I have bonded very closely with a lot of people, maybe that's why now, in the summer when they're all busy with their daily doings, I miss them so much!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not exaggerating, ever since school ended and the summer holidays begun, I started missing all my friends! With less than two weeks before school starts again I can say that every single day since near the end of June I have said to more than one person that I miss them! And it's not only me, but those same people have said the same to me and I'm sure, to others as well.&lt;br /&gt;Thus we can conclude that the most commonly used  phrase in Summer 2008 was " I MISS YOU ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to all those people who I've said this too, I really do miss you all very, very much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-5515526369752436467?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5515526369752436467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=5515526369752436467&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5515526369752436467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5515526369752436467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/this-summers-most-frequently-used.html' title='This Summers&apos; Most Frequently Used Phrase: I MISS YOU !'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SKywLICdEWI/AAAAAAAAAI8/-d3Z0RChKDs/s72-c/t198613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-6656634971555958710</id><published>2008-08-20T01:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T02:10:59.569-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Better left unsaid..</title><content type='html'>The old saying is true, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Somethings are better left unsaid"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"SMILE...it's easier than explaining why you're sad"&lt;/span&gt; (Facebook Sticker).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both these quotes are similar. I have realized that while something is only in your thoughts (your own head) you can choose to focus on it or even diminish it. However, once you tell another person about that, they also know and therefore can bring it or even question you about it. Depending on the situation that can be good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good: You reaaally need someone to talk to, you're in a horrible situation. When someone knows, they can talk to you about it and you can let it all out! (yay!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad: You just don't want that attention on you and would prefer that that matter is not discussed. When a person knows the matter (unaware of your feelings about it currently) they might bring it up in your conversation without realizing you don't want to talk about it. (uh-oh!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why you should always be careful how you express yourself. If you're going to walk around with a frown on your face, people &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt; ask you what's wrong. To avoid being asked, put on a smile! If on your facebook or msn you've written "sad" messages or what not, you're asking for people to somewhat question you! If you don't want that, don't write those messages! Simple!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying however that you should NEVER let out what you have to say. It IS better at times to just let it all out--pour out your heart! But there are also times when you just need to settle your thoughts in your own head. So you can just sort through somethings on your own. You may even realize that that "thing" was better off being cleared up in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's two in the morning and I have no idea why I just wrote this post... I think I need to get some sleep! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-6656634971555958710?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6656634971555958710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=6656634971555958710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6656634971555958710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6656634971555958710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/better-left-unsaid.html' title='Better left unsaid..'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-3593698581216188893</id><published>2008-08-20T01:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T01:17:34.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>Trusting someone is a very special thing. When you trust or confide in someone, it means that you feel that what ever you say to them will be, in most cases, kept only to themselves. It also means that you strongly believe in that person in a such a way that you feel secure enough to express all our thoughts and feelings to them. Knowing that you can be trusted is a great feeling, especially when you and others know that you are trustworthy.&lt;br /&gt;However, trusting someone can be somewhat difficulty. Especially if you were once someone who usually kept to themselves. You hesitate and always think twice before you share any piece of information with anyone. Then when you actually do..you wonder if you did the right thing or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I have a few really close and special people who I completely trust (very limited few!), meaning no second thoughts (lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wonder about others...I guess depending on who you are you would trust other people (that is probably a fact). I wonder if what they're saying to me is a really the truth, or a complete myth. Oh well God Knows.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just grateful to the people that I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; have to confide in. :) (To those of you: Thank you very much, it means a lot!) &lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-3593698581216188893?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3593698581216188893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=3593698581216188893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3593698581216188893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3593698581216188893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-8981182535413702920</id><published>2008-08-18T23:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T00:03:36.478-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Get-Together</title><content type='html'>Summer. Six Teenage Girls. Tightly Bond Friends. A whole day of Chilling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you guess how the entire day from 2pm to 10:30pm was spent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partying, chilling, eating, dancing, gossiping, hair-dos, make-up, more gossiping and music?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typical things close teenage girls would be expected to do right? Nope, not us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mash'Allah, I am very proud to say that ALLAH has gifted me with the most wonderful friends in the entire world (Alhumdulillah). After not having a proper chat and get-together after an entire month, my friends and I decided to meet up at my place. All of us taking time out of our busy summer schedule to just chill with one another. What did we do? Well, apart from eating delicious briyani, chicken, samoosas and pizza we just chatted. That's right. Talking. No, not about who our latest crush was, or which girl totally pissed us off the other day. Our topic of discussion was none other than our beloved religion, Islam.&lt;br /&gt;It was perhaps the most friendly discussion on some of the most contriversial topics. We discussed the ways of praying namaz, we talked about Jannah. We spoke about milads, Shab-e-Barat, Ramadan, Tarawee and more. (Which way is correct, how do you know if that's right, what do we do when such happens, etc). All of us, coming from some-what different backgrouds and different views on these topics had lots to share. What amazed me most was how we were all so involved (Mash'Allah) in the discussion and understood each other very well. We took the several points into consideration and expressed how we felt about them and asked loads of questions which we tired to find answers too. Mash'Allah, Alhumdulillah..it was such a great discussion. Meeting up with your best friends and talking about all this, is by far amazing.&lt;br /&gt;I am very blessed, I think, to be in company of such wonderful companions. May Allah always guide us all in the right path and forgive us for all our sins. Ameen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, these girls are my best friends in the entire world. Meeting up them after such a long time and just talking about this topic is perhaps something not many would do. It was such a wonderful day. (Of course we did a few other things aswell.. like running outside when heavy rain started to pour and thunder and lightning struck!) Great Fun..absolutely wonderful!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-8981182535413702920?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8981182535413702920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=8981182535413702920&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/8981182535413702920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/8981182535413702920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-get-together.html' title='Summer Get-Together'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-3244342195485400946</id><published>2008-08-18T08:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T08:11:41.358-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>Why is it that sometimes you have a million things you want to write and share, but you can not decide which to write first? Or even which to write at all? One idea seems better than the other while the other is perhaps something that should not be written. Are some things really better left unsaid? Or do some things have to be expressed? You have a million things to say but don't know what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt; is one of those times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-3244342195485400946?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3244342195485400946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=3244342195485400946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3244342195485400946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3244342195485400946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-6204892593315141727</id><published>2008-08-09T17:26:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:32:25.289-04:00</updated><title type='text'>SMILE!</title><content type='html'>I've been told many times to keep smiling. I've heard many cliques and what not about how smiling is so much better than frowning or how it takes more muscles and strength to frown than smile.&lt;br /&gt;Which is yes, true. I recently even read a little saying, "SMILE.. it's easier than explaining why you're upset". Again, completely true. This doesn't mean however, that you should not share what you are feeling upset about. This just means that smiling is just so much more easier and also keeps one in a better mood. In fact, here's something that I got out of a fortune cookie recently, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A smile is a curve that can set a lot of things straight"&lt;/span&gt;. So people, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;smile&lt;/span&gt;...it is truly a great gift from GOD, so we might as well make the most of it!&lt;br /&gt;Keep Smiling :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-6204892593315141727?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6204892593315141727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=6204892593315141727&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6204892593315141727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6204892593315141727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/smile.html' title='SMILE!'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-623564724280184463</id><published>2008-08-09T16:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:09:46.522-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends In Life</title><content type='html'>Friends in Life? Correction, Friends ARE life. Every choice, every decision, every action we take in life is because of the friends we have in our lives. Alhumduillah, I am blessed with the most wonderful friends in the world (Yes, you know who you people are).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, sometimes, what my life would be without the friends I have, and you know what the conclusion is? Nothing. No friends, no life. 'Friend' is only a title given in the English language, but the meaning of that word is so much more dense. It is a person who shares your happiness and your woes. It is that other human being who understands you and who you feel is another part of you. I could go on and on about how much my friends mean to me, but it will be futile. They know what value they have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here, this one little post of a few words is dedicated to them and all the other people in the world who have a friend or are a friend. May God Bless us all with the company of such wondrous people. Ameen. And Thank you, for always being there, especially when one needs you most. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-623564724280184463?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/623564724280184463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=623564724280184463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/623564724280184463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/623564724280184463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends-in-life.html' title='Friends In Life'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-5768766445541814927</id><published>2008-07-14T21:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:31:21.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace Irfan Jogiat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Irfan Jogiat, older brother of one my best and closest friend in the entire world, passed away on Saturday, July 12th, 2008. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Yes, so he was the brother of my friend, but that friend is ever so dear that her brother's death brought a flood of tears and great sorrow to not only me but the rest of my friends as well. It was/is as if he were our own. Sure we only exchanged hello's once in a while, but the pain and sorrow was just as huge upon hearing the news. I was devastated, with tears flowing down my cheeks and the worried feeling about what the family must be going through. Of course, I rushed over straight away to at least be by my friend's side. Her and her family are hanging in there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;What can we possibly say to make them feel better? There isn't a single word or phrase in the world which can compare to their loss--sorry, not their loss, OUR loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Everyone and anyone who reads this, Please pray to GOD that Allah grants peace to Ifran Jogiat in heaven and provides support and courage to his family and the rest of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It is truely a huge and painful moment in all our lives. The lives which may never be the same again. I just pray to Allah that all will be well for his family and friends. Prayers and praying is all we can do. Of course, the pain is uncurable and depending on the different situations, it may even increase but we must pray as tears will do no good to him or anyone else. Yes I know, it's easier said than done, I am speaking from experience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;We should know though, that Irfan Jogiat is in a much better place than the rest of us, and may Allah give him more peace and happiness in heaven. Ameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.torontosun.com/News/TorontoAndGTA/2008/07/14/pf-6148631.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; is the article published on him, and another one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" href="http://www.thebarrieexaminer.com/ArticleDisplay.aspx?e=1112567"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; also similar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;May Allah Be with us All. Ameen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-5768766445541814927?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5768766445541814927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=5768766445541814927&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5768766445541814927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5768766445541814927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/rest-in-peace-irfan-jogiat.html' title='Rest In Peace Irfan Jogiat'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-6668709048333380322</id><published>2008-07-05T16:47:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T16:55:31.398-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Being Smart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"Being smart doesn't mean you know all the answers, it means you know where to find them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;- Mr. Barrens (STEM faculty, SMP at U of T)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very good way of looking at it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;*coughinternetahem* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;... don't you think so? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-6668709048333380322?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6668709048333380322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=6668709048333380322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6668709048333380322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6668709048333380322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/being-smart.html' title='Being Smart'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-4295659480180306257</id><published>2008-07-03T17:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T14:41:27.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Whole Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Today, Thursday July 3rd 2008, marks a whole year since my last visit to Pakistan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;It does not feel like a whole year has past. Hard to think, that a year ago, at this time... I was in Karachi. This year went by fast! What good times I had in Pakistan and collected some great memories. But looking at time... it's now been an entire year. What a year! Wow.. that's all I can say really... one whole year! It does not feel like that at all. It's really hard to imagine! Time is just flying past us before our very eyes. Ticking away... constantly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1543948828235044166-4295659480180306257?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4295659480180306257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=4295659480180306257&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4295659480180306257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4295659480180306257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/whole-year.html' title='A Whole Year'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-6189289479736557704</id><published>2008-07-02T17:48:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T18:22:47.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day At University of Toronto's Summer Mentorship Program</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;One word. AMAZING!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was the first day at UofT's SMP. Taking the subway and the bus all by myself definately is a new experience and I am loving it!! It feels so cool, haha! Very fun as well! Hopefully I will not get lost .. I shouldn't.. I mean, it's a simple route :) *fingers crossed* And walking back and forth to the Station is a delight on its own! The whole area is just so neat! Kind of like something you would see in a typical hollywood film lol. Honestly, it is just the most coolest feeling ever! Yes, despite me being by myself!... but you know, gives me good "me-time" and there are tons of buildings and sightings to see! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The course itself we haven't gotten into yet as it was only the first day, but from the calender/schedule we got.. it will be one heck of a month!! I'm very excited!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire campus itself is just amazing!! Absolutely gorgeous and stunning!! Of course.. my fear is that if I do not follow the staright route I know for sure that I will be lost! But one day, when I'm feeling adventurous..I plan on touring.. haha (yeah, you guessed it, that will not happen!)! But honestly.. the whole campus of the University and all the different buildings - both inside and out- are just simply beautiful! And of course, it's downtown so even more amazing. How I missed my camera! But, I've got the entire month.. so we're looking at a &lt;em&gt;minimum&lt;/em&gt; of 500 pictures by the end of July :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The faculty I'm in, unfortunately is full of guys [typically] but there are 3 other girls (about 18 kids in total for that faculty-not sure about the entire program though). The teacher and co-ordinator are both very nice and friendly and so it should be a fun month! Lunch was a sad time though. One whole hour, I was alone -- didn't go out 'cause I knew that I would never be able to get back! And my friend didn't show up (the only other person I knew!!). But I did end up talking to one other girl at lunch for about half an hour or so 'cause she was also waiting for a friend of hers who was a no show. So for tomorrow... I guess I'll take a book or something! Luckily though, in the class the students are nice, and I've gotten to know one girl pretty well. So, so far so good!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not wait for the rest of the month!! Should be a fantabulous experience!! After all.. I am now, partially a "university student" ... well yeah, just for the month of July 08! What? It's true!! We have all the rights and advantages of a regular university student for the entire summer! Cool eh? That was the first day..already a blast! Can not wait for the rest of it!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-6189289479736557704?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6189289479736557704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=6189289479736557704&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6189289479736557704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6189289479736557704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/first-day-at-university-of-torontos.html' title='First Day At University of Toronto&apos;s Summer Mentorship Program'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-7854340250997193077</id><published>2008-07-01T18:14:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T18:28:22.485-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again &amp; Happy Canada Day!</title><content type='html'>So I haven't written in a while. A lot has happened since my last post.&lt;br /&gt;Supernatural Finale ... which was AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;Summatives and Exams OVER!&lt;br /&gt;Summer has begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole school year of school flew by. Many new people were met and old relationships became stronger. (More on this later). Time is an amazing thing... it really is. What it can do to us and the world around is just astonishing (more on this later too!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.. Summer is now here! And today is CANADA DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So &lt;strong&gt;Happy &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Canada&lt;/span&gt; Day&lt;/strong&gt; to All! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Canada, a country with great people, great places, great benefits but most of a all a country which I can call home. And going back and learning about the history of this wonderful place makes you proud to be &lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SGqvO3UM2VI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ftGcB8MLuK8/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218175788163848530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SGqvO3UM2VI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ftGcB8MLuK8/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Canadian! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When I think Canada, I think Maple Leaf, yes, our red &amp;amp; &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;white&lt;/span&gt; maple leaf Flag (thanks to PM Pearson... greatest Canadian, in my opinion!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So happy &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;birthday&lt;/span&gt; Canada!! A country, a nation loved by all! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-7854340250997193077?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7854340250997193077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=7854340250997193077&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7854340250997193077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/7854340250997193077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-again-happy-canada-day.html' title='Back Again &amp; Happy Canada Day!'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SGqvO3UM2VI/AAAAAAAAAHg/ftGcB8MLuK8/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-5496083612765700881</id><published>2008-05-15T17:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T17:43:02.959-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernatural Finale Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SCyuSvYpapI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GKIPU7_cyhE/s1600-h/0000008760_20060920154819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200723306686802578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 72px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="102" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SCyuSvYpapI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GKIPU7_cyhE/s320/0000008760_20060920154819.jpg" width="252" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Tonight, at 9pm is the Third Season Finale of Supernatural.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;I can not wait! So many mysteries to be unsolved:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Will Dean die and to hell? [Please NO!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Will his dad, John, or mother, Mary, save him some how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Will Ruby do some thing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Will they, Sam and Dean, kill Lilith?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Will the previous questions from the series, any of them, be answered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;- Will Sam die? [No!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;-WHAT WILL HAPPEN?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;So much wonderings!! Can not wait!!! Just be a superb night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;4 hours and 20 mins left ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-5496083612765700881?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5496083612765700881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=5496083612765700881&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5496083612765700881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5496083612765700881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/supernatural-finale-tonight.html' title='Supernatural Finale Tonight'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SCyuSvYpapI/AAAAAAAAAHY/GKIPU7_cyhE/s72-c/0000008760_20060920154819.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-3689347990365823531</id><published>2008-05-11T15:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:55:01.758-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SCdOifYpaoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/c52i03UQFA0/s1600-h/DSC08035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199210649269922434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SCdOifYpaoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/c52i03UQFA0/s200/DSC08035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;To all the wonderful Mother's out there, &lt;strong&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This Mother's has been a special one for me as last years' was near a disastor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Here's the little message I wrote to my mom in the card I gave her:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mother's day is not only today, but everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But at least we have a single, separate day to acknowledge that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You mean the world to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You are my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My world doesn't revolve around the sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It revolves around you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Mother's Day Amma :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Please forgive me for all the times I've hurt you, in anyway.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yours Forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hufsa**&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Sure, some of us don't believe in this particular day, but that's okay. Just take a single day, a single moment, out of your life and tell your mother how much she means to you. You may think it means nothing, but to her, it means the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-3689347990365823531?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3689347990365823531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=3689347990365823531&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3689347990365823531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3689347990365823531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SCdOifYpaoI/AAAAAAAAAHI/c52i03UQFA0/s72-c/DSC08035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-6924868171196951604</id><published>2008-04-16T18:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T19:08:45.315-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jared Padalecki &amp; Jensen Ackles -- My question Answered on CW Connect</title><content type='html'>Yes... I could not believe that they BOTH had answered my question! It was the best moment of my life!!! My username is Starlite04.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the original post I wrote on the Forum [It was written on Page two, 03-27-2008 - 4:45pm - right after the litercy exam] :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jared and Jensen : First off, you both are the best actors ever and are totally amazing. Thank you for keeping us entertained! We appreciate it so much! All the best in the Future to you both!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Question: If you were to create a Supernatural Episode what would it be about?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;.. And here's what they answered:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jared CW Connect: Part 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starlite04: If you were to create a Supernatural episode, what would it be about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jared: If I were to create a Supernatural episode, it would be all about Dean. And Sam would be on the phone in voice overs, and Dean would be having the time of his life. Getting dropped into mud and, you know, run over by cars, and chasing demons and stuff like that. And Sam would be back at his Motel room sleeping. So, sounds good. Right?&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jensen CW Connect: Part 1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starlite04: If you were to create a Supernatural episode, what would it be about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jensen: Well Starlite04, if I could create one, I probably would – you probably would never see it because writing and creating is something that our writers do and they do very well. And to try and compete with that? I’d be an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________&lt;br /&gt;How did I find out mine got chosen? Well I actually read that the video's were up last night but didn't see them until today. This is how I found out: [Yes, it's the actual CONVO. Yes, I did save it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;hey&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;your user name of cw forum is starlite04 right?&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;or was that someone else?&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;no it's Starlite04&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;jensen and jared answered your questions&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;what?!!&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;LAIR!&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;no way!!&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;no lol&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;HERE?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;check CW connect jensen on youtube&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;and the one under cw conect jared&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa ¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;really?!&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa ¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;i'm goign to go see!!&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;yeah I believe i saw it correctly&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa ¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;HE DID!!&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa ¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;wow !!!&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;ogmogmgogmogm&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;cool eh&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa ¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;TOTALLY!!&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa ¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;Damn I wish my Username was my REAL NAME!!&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;they probably wouldnt have chosen the question&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa ¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa ¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;why nhot?&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;well n the agreement i believe they said that it was not alowed to use your real name&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;I thought i heard somenone say that&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa ¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;ohh&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa ¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;well&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;still&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;good thing i found it&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;Thank you SO much!!&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;your welcome&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;your happy he answered your question?&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;happy?!&lt;br /&gt;*«´¨`•. ¸¸Hufsa ¸.•´¨`»* says:&lt;br /&gt;I'm gone CRAZY!&lt;br /&gt;Sabrina - ٿ says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.. I was VERY EXCITED! Infact I was so excited that I didn't read that she said Jared answered it too, until like 1/2 an hour later I saw the other video and THERE it was ! My username and them answering the question!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs* I wish it were my ACTAUL name! But then they wouldn't have chosen me... due to policy! Ah well still.. VERY GOOD ENOUGH! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO ONE is happier than me right now! So yes, this was my little YAY WOO HOO post :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Video(s) will be up later tonight :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again.. YAY!!! :-D They answered my question, YAY! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-6924868171196951604?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6924868171196951604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=6924868171196951604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6924868171196951604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/6924868171196951604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/jared-padalecki-jensen-ackles-my.html' title='Jared Padalecki &amp; Jensen Ackles -- My question Answered on CW Connect'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-3616360762023733574</id><published>2008-04-15T22:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:04:35.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>Yes...So it's been MONTHS! Just been really caught up with school and stuff lately. A lot has happened since January, but more on that later. Right Now, I'm awfully sleepy to be writing anything. However I've got tons of ideas zooming around in my head! So I'll be posting lots of things soon! Hopefully. :)&lt;br /&gt;So .. I'd suggest you stick around and check back in a week or two, Thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;- Hufsa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-3616360762023733574?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3616360762023733574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=3616360762023733574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3616360762023733574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3616360762023733574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/04/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-5588221002944843167</id><published>2008-01-06T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T18:25:00.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School - Jan.7</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So folks...once again the holiday season is behind us and tomorrow we proceed on to our regular lives. No more staying up late, no more watching all the TV you want or going online whenever you want. No more time to relax or have fun. Just back to work and doing an endless amount of homework! And there are Exams...which are just around the corner. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish everyone good luck and best wishes for their lives ahead! Hope everyone had a terrific holiday and got plenty of rest! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;School continues tomorrow...here we go!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-5588221002944843167?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5588221002944843167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=5588221002944843167&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5588221002944843167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5588221002944843167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-school-jan7.html' title='Back to School - Jan.7'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-4896493681651268329</id><published>2008-01-04T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:08:32.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More in Washington</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Site-seeing in Washington D.C&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151760410452372130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R366zFDvKqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/p-Rt4k3AIK4/s200/DSC05539.JPG" border="0" /&gt;An Art Museum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151759834926754434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R366RlDvKoI/AAAAAAAAAGo/BfkZA9K14Ik/s200/DSC05531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Another Art Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3657lDvKnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZGo4HsASWrE/s1600-h/DSC05428.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151759456969632370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3657lDvKnI/AAAAAAAAAGg/ZGo4HsASWrE/s200/DSC05428.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; White House&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are few more interesting things in the Museum:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Apollo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151758147004607010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R364vVDvKiI/AAAAAAAAAF4/v8DGzSVZ6ME/s200/DSC05439.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; The Wright Brother's First Plane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151758421882513970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R364_VDvKjI/AAAAAAAAAGA/zowF-J6TKUA/s200/DSC05462.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Abraham Lincon's Hat&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151758748300028482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R365SVDvKkI/AAAAAAAAAGI/V4T-sNHlrXY/s200/DSC05486.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Edison's First Light Bulb&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151758911508785746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R365b1DvKlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/SyRgAIuCM7g/s200/DSC05487.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Einstein's Pipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151759061832641122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R365klDvKmI/AAAAAAAAAGY/aAxrqVXz1fM/s200/DSC05490.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-4896493681651268329?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4896493681651268329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=4896493681651268329&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4896493681651268329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/4896493681651268329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/more-in-washington.html' title='More in Washington'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R366zFDvKqI/AAAAAAAAAG4/p-Rt4k3AIK4/s72-c/DSC05539.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-3649278856435327710</id><published>2008-01-04T17:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T17:48:47.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece of the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;In my visit to the U.S.A this holiday break I got a chance to go to the Space Museum in Washington D.C...and guess what happened? Well there were lots of amazing things there but what was the most fascinating was a PIECE OF THE MOON!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I got to TOUCH IT!! It felt like a piece of metal really. But it was really cool! wowow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151756291578735090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R363DVDvKfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XRPGhF2xems/s320/DSC05434.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151756605111347714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R363VlDvKgI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KqL_iNp9L7E/s320/DSC05524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(The Museum)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-3649278856435327710?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3649278856435327710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=3649278856435327710&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3649278856435327710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3649278856435327710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/piece-of-moon.html' title='A Piece of the Moon'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R363DVDvKfI/AAAAAAAAAFg/XRPGhF2xems/s72-c/DSC05434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-2583752547597295410</id><published>2008-01-03T23:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T00:30:19.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernatural - Season 1 to 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R33Ck1DvKcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OnyDv6XaFeE/s1600-h/maria04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151487486755547586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R33Ck1DvKcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OnyDv6XaFeE/s400/maria04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R33AB1DvKUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P1CX_PE9ae8/s1600-h/0000008760_20060920154819.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151484686436870466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R33AB1DvKUI/AAAAAAAAAEI/P1CX_PE9ae8/s400/0000008760_20060920154819.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I am going to summerize what has happened so far so those who read my reviews/summaries of recent episodes don't as lost as they are now [after reading Sin City]. Here goes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#666666;"&gt;Supernatural is show about two brothers, Sam Winchester (Jared Padalecki) and Dean Winchester (Jensen Ackles). It is based on Myths, urban legends and other SCI-FI related topics. It has a good mixture of emotions, comedy, action, suspence, drama and much more! The boys go across the Country (U.S.A.) in Dean's most loved '67 Chevy Impala to hunt evil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151487830352931282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R33C41DvKdI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/scyvhcB9jzo/s320/deadmansblood_hq04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BackGround&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The boys got involved in this before/during the time their mother got brunt and killed by a Yellow Eyed Demon. That time Sam was only 6months. Since then their father, John Winchester (Jeffrey Dean Morgan) has been trying to locate that YED and also killing other evil things along the way. As the boys grew up Dean, being the elder son basically followed in this father's steps and continued their hunting. Sam on the other side left this life and went off to college to study Law.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151488496072862178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R33DflDvKeI/AAAAAAAAAFY/K9QRQaaToEA/s320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This is how they're mother was killed by the Demon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R33ANFDvKVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KmWeGfYYxT0/s1600-h/230.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151484879710398802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R33ANFDvKVI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/KmWeGfYYxT0/s200/230.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ff99;"&gt;In this season Dean comes to Sam's college dorm to inform Sam that their father is missing and hasn't returned from his last hunt. Af first Sam refuses to go with Dean but later his Girlfriend is killed the same way his mother was and full of anger and broken down he comes along with Dean. Within this season the boys look for clues to finding their father using his Diary which has information on everything he ever hunted and places he went to and so on. They also kill many evil things along the way. Towards the end of this season the boys meet their father and also find a COLT, made by a famous hunter many years ago. This colt can kill ANY evil thing. (As different evils are killed different ways) But this colt, and its bullets kills one and all. In the end of this season the boys caught the Yellow Eyed Demon by after a fight he escapes (as he had hurt the Winchesters quite badly). Then, all Winchesters bloody, but Sammy hurt abit less than the other two drives them to a hospital but along the way they meet a horrible accident by a truck and their Impala is crushed and the Winchesters left in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R33At1DvKWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/E4JVYBlaY1s/s1600-h/cw-supernatural-genericshow-gl-11_000535-cf3471-500x280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151485442351114594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R33At1DvKWI/AAAAAAAAAEY/E4JVYBlaY1s/s200/cw-supernatural-genericshow-gl-11_000535-cf3471-500x280.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ffff66;"&gt;In this season the Winchesters are taken to the hospital. And before this we find out that there is only one more bullet left in the Colt. In the hospital Dean is hurt most severely. He is hurt so bad that John sells his soul and trades the Colt with the Yellow Eyed Demon so that Dean could come back in full health. The boys have now lost their father and they sure that the YED is behind this. Soon they are both back on the Road, after Dean repaired his beloved Impala. Dean feels guilty that his father gave his life for him and now has a huge burden his father told him before he died. He said to protect Sam or he'd have to kill him. Sam thinks this means that Sam will become evil and tries his best to stay his sweet and caring self but fears what the YED has in store for him. In the end of the season the YED kidnaps Sam who had gotten pyschic abilities from when YED put demon blood in sam's mouth the day he killed his mother, and also kidnaps other kids like Sam (whom he did the same with when they were young). The others are kept hostage for months which led almost all of them to kill the other but only two survive: Sam and another man. The other man tries to kill Sam and suceeds...making that Man the successor of the YED's plans, which is to lead an army of Demons to take over the world. Dean is devasted at the death of his brother that he goes to the Crossroads and makes a deal with the Crossroads Demon. The Deal was made. Dean now had a year to live and Sam was alive again. Now Sam becomes alive in the end the Man who had killed Sam was carrying on the YED's plans by opening this Door to Hell which was located on Earth. Luckily the Brothers make it in time to kill that man but the Door to Hell still opens and relases hundreds of demons. Luckily they manage to shut the door before anything else escapes. Dean in the end though manages to kill the YED with the remaining one Bullet in the Colt.&lt;br /&gt;In this season the boys also come across a Hunter's Roadhouse but that roadhouse and its members are killed by demons at the end of the season. Only two survivals, Ellen (John's old Friend) who wasn't in the Roadhouse and JO (her daughter who has ran away from home). They also meet another long friend of John's, Bobby, another excellent hunter who helps the boys. Both Ellen and Bobby were present when the door to hell opened. This season ends with giving the message that there is a War coming and they better be ready.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R33A91DvKXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uJ9vyKweUOU/s1600-h/red10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151485717229021554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R33A91DvKXI/AAAAAAAAAEg/uJ9vyKweUOU/s200/red10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Season 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#66ffff;"&gt;So far in this season we are in the 8th episode. We are introduced to two new characters, Ruby, who is Demon which is trying to help Sam and is apparently "good", and also Bella, who sort of a hunter except she makes money off of supernatural artifacts. Basically what happened in this season so far is that the boys keep coming across major evil things which escaped the night the Devil's Gate (Door to hell) was opened. They're surprised that if they let the "Seven deadly sins out, what else escaped?". With Sam trying to get Dean out of the Deal he made for Sam and Dean with only a year to live and with Ruby the "good-demon(?)" trying to help Sam and Bella who keeps crossing they're paths and of course with what else escaped from the Devils gate, who knows what will happen next! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151486082301241730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R33BTFDvKYI/AAAAAAAAAEo/vFWzxjK_6aI/s400/spn3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151486455963396498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R33Bo1DvKZI/AAAAAAAAAEw/mBgh02IB3Wo/s400/Dean5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151486808150714786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R33B9VDvKaI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ke03fnXE0IM/s400/JTA.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-2583752547597295410?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2583752547597295410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=2583752547597295410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/2583752547597295410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/2583752547597295410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/supernatural-season-1-to-3.html' title='Supernatural - Season 1 to 3'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R33Ck1DvKcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/OnyDv6XaFeE/s72-c/maria04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-874873276116779160</id><published>2008-01-03T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:31:03.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Supernatural - Sin City</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R320cFDvKSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Mo2nhCVa37Y/s1600-h/cw-supernatural-prt-episode304_007959-d8b8e0-281x374.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151471943268903202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R320cFDvKSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Mo2nhCVa37Y/s320/cw-supernatural-prt-episode304_007959-d8b8e0-281x374.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Supernatural - Sin City - Episode 4 - Season 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;In this episode Sam and Dean come across a city where people have mysteriously changed personalities and committed sins and then committed suicide. The brothers go into investigation and come across a local bartender and a "Father" who are both possessed by demons. Dean later becomes trapped with the bartender and Sam comes to the rescue. Bobby and Ruby soon join him with the colt all fixed and ready for action. In the end Sam shoots both the Father of the Church and the Bartender who were possessed. Though this was a good thing, Dean thought that the look on Sammy's face when he did that was -different-. Dean learns from the bartender demon-girl that there really is a war and that some demons were really ready to follow Sam and the YED's plan. Those were the main details in this episode. We ended by Sam and Ruby talking, where Ruby once again says she can help Sam help Dean with his deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151473240349026610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R321nlDvKTI/AAAAAAAAAEA/05minV9hOwU/s400/004875804bd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-874873276116779160?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/874873276116779160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=874873276116779160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/874873276116779160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/874873276116779160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/supernatural-sin-city.html' title='Supernatural - Sin City'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R320cFDvKSI/AAAAAAAAAD4/Mo2nhCVa37Y/s72-c/cw-supernatural-prt-episode304_007959-d8b8e0-281x374.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-962707813568684264</id><published>2008-01-03T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T23:32:28.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Walk to Remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3yInFDvKQI/AAAAAAAAADo/FXNyBWz8Mr0/s1600-h/68m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151142278759131394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3yInFDvKQI/AAAAAAAAADo/FXNyBWz8Mr0/s400/68m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's 2 in the morning and I just finished watching &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0281358/"&gt;"A walk to Remember"&lt;/a&gt;. Honestly the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;beginning&lt;/span&gt; was quite boring! I was going to stop watching it and go to bed. But then I did end up watching the entire movie. In word I would describe it as -sweet-. It was a very touching and sweet movie.&lt;br /&gt;First we meet this boy who is all cool and doesn't really think about his future. Then he meets this girl, Jamie...and eventually falls in love with her. And so does Jamie. After many nights together Jamie tells the boy, Landon, that she has cancer. And that she had it since two years and the treatment has stopped to work. So now Landon is heart-broken. So he starts doing what Jamie always wanted. First of all, he plans a future for himself (going to medical school). Then he builds Jamie a telescope to see this one comet she always wanted to see. Later they both get married (in the same church Jamie wanted to) and live a very happy summer together. Then Jamie dies. Four years after that Landon is at medical school and the movie ends with Landice saying, "Jamie's Love is like the wind, I can't see it, but I can feel it". (Jamie's Father also said that Landon was Jamie's Miricle, which is something Jamie wanted [a miricle])&lt;br /&gt;It really was sweet! Both Jamie and Landon were only 18 so it was quite sad and emotional. Overall a pretty good movie.&lt;br /&gt;But for me, it's a one-time-watch. I think I would give it a Seven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-962707813568684264?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/962707813568684264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=962707813568684264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/962707813568684264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/962707813568684264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/walk-to-remember.html' title='A Walk to Remember'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3yInFDvKQI/AAAAAAAAADo/FXNyBWz8Mr0/s72-c/68m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-5253007510155891359</id><published>2008-01-02T23:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T02:35:51.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151102872434190546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3xkxVDvKNI/AAAAAAAAADM/YC6Z48S4gJI/s320/olsen-twins-the-new-york-minute-mary-kate-olsen-ashley-olsen-4900926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Okey Dokey, here goes my first Movie Review on here. Well...it's not a FULL/Official review, just a few things I wanted to say about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Night at around 2am I watched &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0363282/"&gt;New York Minute&lt;/a&gt;. Starring Mary Kate and Ashly Olsen. It was overall a pretty good movie. Of course the highlight of the movie for me was the fact that Jared Padalecki also stared in the movie, playing "Trey Lipton" opposite "Roxy Ryan" (MK). Jared's presence in the flim is what actually got me to watch it in the first place. Anyways...the movie had quite a few good things, the jokes and comedy was funny, the acting was also very nicely done. Though some scenes were abit "weird". For example, Ashley's character of Jane Ryan was of a very smart girl who wanted a really high acedemic life by going to Oxford University. (Now the movie is basically shows her getting to someplace to present her speech to get into Oxford, however after years this is also the day that both her and her twin spend the day together. They get mangled in many wrong turns but have happy ending.For more details: watch the movie!) Anyways, in one of Jane's wrong turns she ends up running around the streets of New York in nothing but a towel. That was abit...odd. But I guess we can defend that by saying, "It's a MOVIE!". One part I really liked, well rather, one part that really cracked me up was at the end. When Jared/Trey was sitting in the audience listening to Roxy (yes, Roxy, why? again, watch the movie!) present her sister's speech. No matter what Roxy kept saying he just kept on smiling and looking really happy!! He was sooo hilarious! GO JARED! So yes, it was overall a very good movie. From a scale of 1-10--&gt; I would give it an 8.5 :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3xk9VDvKOI/AAAAAAAAADU/oLrnlYylKrc/s1600-h/Jared_Padalecki_in_in_New_York_Minute_Wallapper_3_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151103078592620770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3xk9VDvKOI/AAAAAAAAADU/oLrnlYylKrc/s400/Jared_Padalecki_in_in_New_York_Minute_Wallapper_3_1024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Jared Padalecki.&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/1543948828235044166-5253007510155891359?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5253007510155891359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=5253007510155891359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5253007510155891359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5253007510155891359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-york-minute.html' title='New York Minute'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3xkxVDvKNI/AAAAAAAAADM/YC6Z48S4gJI/s72-c/olsen-twins-the-new-york-minute-mary-kate-olsen-ashley-olsen-4900926.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-5968166050721471855</id><published>2008-01-02T00:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:12:22.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees through the season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150695537735837890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3ryTVDvKMI/AAAAAAAAADE/aUo4SH4n2Ew/s200/Summer-2006+031.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150694983685056690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3rxzFDvKLI/AAAAAAAAAC8/DiPf9ddShJ4/s200/DSC03803.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3rwkFDvKKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sLBg6Sv4u_A/s1600-h/DSC05615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150693626475391138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3rwkFDvKKI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sLBg6Sv4u_A/s200/DSC05615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Winter&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/1543948828235044166-5968166050721471855?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5968166050721471855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=5968166050721471855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5968166050721471855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5968166050721471855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/trees-with-without-snow.html' title='Trees through the season...'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3ryTVDvKMI/AAAAAAAAADE/aUo4SH4n2Ew/s72-c/Summer-2006+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-5005275972313025957</id><published>2008-01-01T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T20:55:52.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 New Year Snow</title><content type='html'>What happened the moment it struck 12:00 AM on the Clocks of Toronto?&lt;br /&gt;---&gt; Snowfall. The first snow fall of the year 2008, and my, was it gorgeous! So when torontonians awoke on New Year's day they wittnessed a magnifent view: Fresh, beautiful, white, glittering snow--everywhere. Absolutely beautiful! Have a look :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3rsk1DvKGI/AAAAAAAAACU/kVPu6hbZ1As/s1600-h/DSC05615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150689241313781858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3rsk1DvKGI/AAAAAAAAACU/kVPu6hbZ1As/s400/DSC05615.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3ruOlDvKHI/AAAAAAAAACc/3M49Y3pnbnw/s1600-h/DSC05618.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3ruilDvKII/AAAAAAAAACk/UjQyu_D2Zrs/s1600-h/DSC05616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150691401682331778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3ruilDvKII/AAAAAAAAACk/UjQyu_D2Zrs/s200/DSC05616.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3rsOlDvKCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dwYXaeNZspQ/s1600-h/DSC05614.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150688859061692450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3rsOlDvKCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/dwYXaeNZspQ/s200/DSC05614.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3rseFDvKFI/AAAAAAAAACM/ekXtSFyEHtc/s1600-h/DSC05618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150689125349664850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3rseFDvKFI/AAAAAAAAACM/ekXtSFyEHtc/s200/DSC05618.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-5005275972313025957?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5005275972313025957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=5005275972313025957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5005275972313025957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5005275972313025957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008-new-year-snow.html' title='2008 New Year Snow'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3rsk1DvKGI/AAAAAAAAACU/kVPu6hbZ1As/s72-c/DSC05615.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-3451807906290007664</id><published>2008-01-01T19:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T16:28:36.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3qwMVDvKBI/AAAAAAAAABs/jt5AQTQ5vCM/s1600-h/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150622849709320210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3qwMVDvKBI/AAAAAAAAABs/jt5AQTQ5vCM/s200/4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3qwEVDvKAI/AAAAAAAAABk/vVwENTU0B_8/s1600-h/fireworks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150622712270366722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3qwEVDvKAI/AAAAAAAAABk/vVwENTU0B_8/s200/fireworks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Happy New Year to one and all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The start of a new year can mean different things to different people. For example, some may see the start of the new year as a start for new opportunities and plans and just to be and do things they didn't in the previous year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some may be thankful that they managed to survive another year.&lt;br /&gt;Some people may see it as one more year less to live. In that case they may not like the to celebrate, because it is as if you're celebrating a year closer to death.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what one may think, the new year is here and I hope that it brings joy and gives us all a new, nice prosperous life ahead. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let's let go of our bads and grudges and start a new fresh slate with this new year. Let's make peace with those we may not like, after all...who knows what this year will bring and who knows how long we have to live. Let's be greatful with the life we have and make the best of it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy, Happy, Happy New Year :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-3451807906290007664?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3451807906290007664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=3451807906290007664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3451807906290007664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/3451807906290007664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-year-2008.html' title='Happy New Year 2008'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3qwMVDvKBI/AAAAAAAAABs/jt5AQTQ5vCM/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-165042731549833520</id><published>2007-12-31T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T16:32:22.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall and Winter 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mother Nature has it's own wonders, magnifent wonders!&lt;br /&gt;Loving Photography, I've snapped two shots of the same scene during Fall and during Winter. Check it out :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter View&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150251154649589618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3leI1DvJ3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/BvsFX2F0oQo/s320/DSC04743.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fall View&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150250927016322914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3ld7lDvJ2I/AAAAAAAAAAU/0MagOKpg9L4/s320/DSC03803.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Absolutely Astonishing isn't it? Just in two months...look at what God can do. MashAllah :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-165042731549833520?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/165042731549833520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=165042731549833520&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/165042731549833520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/165042731549833520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/fall-and-winter-2007.html' title='Fall and Winter 2007'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3leI1DvJ3I/AAAAAAAAAAc/BvsFX2F0oQo/s72-c/DSC04743.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543948828235044166.post-5908988899757655322</id><published>2007-12-31T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T15:58:40.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mahwash Apa!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3lXsFDvJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz1pYH2X41c/s1600-h/hbm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150244063658583890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3lXsFDvJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz1pYH2X41c/s320/hbm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This first post is dedicated to Mahwash Apa, the one who told me to get a blog and also the one who is a New Year's Baby :) Though in my time, her birthday is tomorrow, for her it is New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO Mahwash Apa, Thank you very much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;HAP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;PY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BIR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;THD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;AY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Hap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;py&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Yea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;r!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish you all the Best!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543948828235044166-5908988899757655322?l=hufsasworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5908988899757655322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1543948828235044166&amp;postID=5908988899757655322&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5908988899757655322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1543948828235044166/posts/default/5908988899757655322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hufsasworld.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-birthday-mahwash-apa.html' title='Happy Birthday Mahwash Apa!!'/><author><name>Hufsa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04938210941757212218</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/SJ4KvY_kHOI/AAAAAAAAAH8/zK3nPWY4fkg/s1600-R/DSC01123.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_SQh-L_1D3lo/R3lXsFDvJ1I/AAAAAAAAAAM/fz1pYH2X41c/s72-c/hbm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
