tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18212253217458180312024-03-21T23:20:16.533-04:00Under a Different SkyFariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-44628587599884855082013-04-13T13:12:00.000-04:002013-04-13T13:12:32.776-04:00And this is how we bring a lil bit of Dhaka to NYC !<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhes4cjHDF0HTzEWA02_d6V3MJWiplAMcjLi5PqDv8KAjCE7jTxrTW0o4A-DI_oDmskqX_auU9x42FFCkIRbwrC_BI1h_i6Wq08ZsrTuCVWECyLTvROGxDSxB_Ds6QjMA3g46NN-sB0-R4/s1600-h/n92200714_30200652_5829698.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326576106121956050" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhes4cjHDF0HTzEWA02_d6V3MJWiplAMcjLi5PqDv8KAjCE7jTxrTW0o4A-DI_oDmskqX_auU9x42FFCkIRbwrC_BI1h_i6Wq08ZsrTuCVWECyLTvROGxDSxB_Ds6QjMA3g46NN-sB0-R4/s200/n92200714_30200652_5829698.jpg" style="float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; width: 134px;" /></a>Here are some pictures from the Bengali new year party we celebrated on Friday. The company was great, the food was delicious and the weather was beautiful.<br />
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Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-48801922660105072922011-01-24T09:57:00.002-05:002011-01-28T09:59:33.796-05:006 degrees!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjgXrXMQ69i-dZEwYcB3eqhKdaSAUw8BM0d7cZCPClwIO-_3WgShWMR5ZKUNvox1lBA6Nm-0NX7Ngx4uSX4Dwk88j0mkmRGcfCUZy5X69aIp2a8XMEBgsraiwt2e5LpNYbhyphenhypheniJqYpqdcg/s1600/166357_195765487103633_100000105506228_787370_2664912_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjgXrXMQ69i-dZEwYcB3eqhKdaSAUw8BM0d7cZCPClwIO-_3WgShWMR5ZKUNvox1lBA6Nm-0NX7Ngx4uSX4Dwk88j0mkmRGcfCUZy5X69aIp2a8XMEBgsraiwt2e5LpNYbhyphenhypheniJqYpqdcg/s400/166357_195765487103633_100000105506228_787370_2664912_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5567251184246689714" border="0" /></a>Its freezing in NYC today!!!! Hopefully you are warm and toasty wherever you are!Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-74951211823640413832011-01-23T10:24:00.001-05:002011-01-23T10:25:40.261-05:00Guilty of blog neglectI admit it, I am a slacker. I have neglected my blog. My last post was 13th January. It's now 23rd January. What are my excuses ?<br />- One of those never ending bad colds!<br />- Being clear that this blog is a place to put personal thoughts when they are worth sharing, not forcing it full of any vaguely relevant news.<br />- Simple laziness.<br />But I am back now and I will put up some of my last year vacation pics from UK to make up for my absence.<br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429431361994070050" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm6nauIFGrbsmnEZeNThsVGFV9-O8UXm8igXWmAw7X576D3QEpbU3Pb_i_FigqE2bQG6KFl0pusMuK4Qe1My60Znbc6tQSQITI8ienIlTgYe5lmj81XNeAv9pK76934U8bnnqmNbYLMcI/s400/hke.jpg" border="0" /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzBODZYVIivjSZSDCe_wn4Q4D65457bU3GNCOLJg4Ze0ssOxDGFourU1L2jJLqbW5ZfLTEoqOEbzcY6JzlZo3KUhyphenhyphenDhInetv-Bei-R_mC6jepezIdY6YLU9nctsRAVDiZU3XBYSgFfgo/s1600-h/nj.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429403664149604370" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlzBODZYVIivjSZSDCe_wn4Q4D65457bU3GNCOLJg4Ze0ssOxDGFourU1L2jJLqbW5ZfLTEoqOEbzcY6JzlZo3KUhyphenhyphenDhInetv-Bei-R_mC6jepezIdY6YLU9nctsRAVDiZU3XBYSgFfgo/s400/nj.jpg" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429403417717163234" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqh9hICBFyNF8i31wLMuU4wMcCXjM-Y_AbA3hDCQuRUkSSyeH2I18u33cYbxVV26pw66Z7_77BwY_Es65QcemizF9CSiLmUIE3NYj_puyUkTSjPT5SaTHXuUPiGCnKkyOeG-GdPgPWU0/s400/jmk.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429402683000402674" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 300px; height: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7fkgJyZsSI_dVl2uDX5n6v6ET4XVWnVi4K9p2f5T5TbLONr4zlZ5QLep0iSvw6d3rP8MNc445gE6ZNB7MZiS9z4rH9uM71p5sdDXooz2AyvCbzVf909RgvX9_Iec5fxKYuwTOiwHR0SI/s400/bu.jpg" border="0" />Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-63168780516389954312011-01-13T07:39:00.001-05:002011-01-13T07:39:00.163-05:00The Few Moving MinutesIt's been ten years since I have been riding the NYC subway. I am among the fortunate/unfortunate bunch that depends still on the subway system to take us places: school, work, home, and all that's in the middle and beyond. The other day while I stared at my reflection in one of the big windows of an insignificant subway car, the dark walls closing-in from both sides reminded me that for a long time that I have been synchronizing my steady movements with them…and it made me think, how the subway rider's life might have changed me.<br />When I first started taking the under and over ground trains I was a teenager, ready for the world, I had figured it all out, trying to become bored with life fast, but still unable to hide awed eyes. I learned the system inside and out, became an avid guesser of how long it takes a train to get from one station to the other, during rush and non-rush hours, how certain lines carry trendier crowds than others, how the suburb folks look so much more anxious to get home than the city dwellers. The club crowd, the students, the laborers, the doctors and the computer engineers. I learned to tell it all, and it wasn't a talent, because like me anyone who has been riding the subway long enough can tell who is who and where is what just from one tiny glimpse.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWrQehrBE2jF39cAL6xIAPzYmDG6G2Fv7bG77z_C5Ref3vYSNvvH4DcRFeMNLUv-LGL9scrRO-fP05OTNB2-A1f1gH0UgftFBV9TtnSkD13y_M5ZlUb-W2PWSf9R7r1ExOOqJLvRMvAM/s1600/3602154008_1db342171b_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBWrQehrBE2jF39cAL6xIAPzYmDG6G2Fv7bG77z_C5Ref3vYSNvvH4DcRFeMNLUv-LGL9scrRO-fP05OTNB2-A1f1gH0UgftFBV9TtnSkD13y_M5ZlUb-W2PWSf9R7r1ExOOqJLvRMvAM/s400/3602154008_1db342171b_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561518225997116082" border="0" /></a><br />One of the unwritten rules of the subway crowd around the NYC area is, the rule of silence. Silent intimidation. We don't talk. We put our personalities, bubbly, talkative, average, whatever it might be, in our purses and wallets when we enter the subway zone. Everyone puts a face on that says don't look at me because I am not looking at you. There are days when I stand or sit in a subway car shoulder to shoulder with others, and there is pin drop silence, it's quite a scene actually, probably the only time when hundreds of people are cramped into constricted spaces without uttering any sound. NYC subway does not welcome friendship, it only allows you to practice your game face, and we are all comfortable that way.<br />But strange incidents do happen from time to time in subways, to remind us we are not just bodies but also souls with minds. Like the other day when a middle aged Asian man got up with his holy book and wished everyone a good morning and then started singing a Christian holy song, all of us with our game faces tried to hide our expressions, looking at him indirectly, avoiding eye contact with each other. He sat down after two minutes, "have a blessed day" he said. And I felt relieved. The world has made us cynical, religion is no longer okay to be practiced or preached in public spaces, especially in constricted public spaces like the subway. I thought how strange it would be if an Arab man sang a holy song about Islam, how many people would have panic attacks, waiting for some bomb to go off, including me.<br />Perhaps it's to avoid situations of that sort, to avoid eccentrics, to avoid negative and positive topics that we leave our human minds outside the subway and carry our bodies underground. It's a secret code among the subway riders, we don't welcome your personalities, so don't show your character, just shut up and ride. And most of us are happy with that, we don't want holy singers who make us think of suicide bombers, we don't want Girl Scouts cookie sellers, they make us think of middle class America, we don't want bright eyed tourists ,they annoy us with their enthusiasm. We just want to shut up and ride.<br />So yes, the subway system has changed me, it has given me the power to observe without looking, to be silent without demanding any rights, and to appreciate movement, the basic and essential in the world of fruitless luxuries and forceful impressions.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/andybrannan/3602154008/"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" >IMAGE VIA</span></a>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-48899573108556048602011-01-12T13:38:00.000-05:002011-01-12T21:43:39.616-05:00Living in a snow globe<div><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil6ZRGeewrJR3gSta34Jcc579DNjpO_NW5I_YFjDiBqwJRdhLNABkI_3_9bjUXi5BJ8YCDqy0uyJeO0P5KOie0_A_7sO5yBMSm2OeWzuB_ecBWEqskS5BsX3JszQva81TtOu-ATs_hv_A/s1600-h/26266_10150113274385010_520670009_11110211_5434653_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 467px; display: block; height: 306px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443448670229954594" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEil6ZRGeewrJR3gSta34Jcc579DNjpO_NW5I_YFjDiBqwJRdhLNABkI_3_9bjUXi5BJ8YCDqy0uyJeO0P5KOie0_A_7sO5yBMSm2OeWzuB_ecBWEqskS5BsX3JszQva81TtOu-ATs_hv_A/s400/26266_10150113274385010_520670009_11110211_5434653_n.jpg" border="0" /></a>We had a blizzard here in NYC last night. I managed to get to work but didn't make it to the gym :( I have had enough of this snow! i want warm weather NOW!!!!<br /></div><br /><div></div></div>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-50204753987785781262011-01-11T21:14:00.005-05:002011-01-12T11:00:48.525-05:002011 UpdateIts been only 11 days so I really don't understand my need to write about an update. Yet I type away swiftly, stopping every now and then to glance over at my window to watch the snow accumulating on the window sill. As of yet 2011 has been a mixed bag more good then bad actually (touch wood!) or may be my perception has changed this year...i dunno. Alright the good things first<br /><ul><li> I finally joined a gym and managed to survive the gruesome toning classes.<br /></li><li>I have been meditating every day for 10 minutes. Yeah granted 10 minutes is not much but its a big accomplishment for me to be able to quiet down my monkey mind for that long.<br /></li><li>I also paid off one my credit cards and locked up the other one in the drawer<br /></li></ul><ul><li> I stopped drinking the sugary milky chai that I used to drink everyday with invigorating green tea :). <br /></li></ul>Still taking baby steps but oh so proud! Now here are the bad parts of 2011<br /><ul><li>My trip to Mexico got canceled :(</li><li>Health wise I have managed to screw my body up pretty bad! Well actually this time my body has actually screwed me up. For personal reasons, I won't discuss much about it here.</li><li>I managed to let some certain people creep back into my life without any inhibitions. I should have known better in fact I do know better and therefore I'm a bit disgusted with my self. These people not only bring me down but constantly make me question my own abilities and threaten my status quo. NOTE TO SELF: Always trust your first instinct and never bring the things back into your life that you disposed.<br /></li></ul>OK END RANT! On the brighter note, these "certain people" have happily disposed themselves from my life. Good riddance! Phew I didn't have to do the dirty work this time around. Hope the rest of the year is full of cupcakes, balloons, sunshine and unicorns! Hey a girl can dream right :D<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbgwhc-osfrKP066BNG11JsHTgzl0IR6oP4OPTOLeu1LBqXrOc4Xz8SDR9ibjBqimUP_FWb4eAP7J8sZD3LijsBS6mDfDXav2ID9LksilqZCCG8E3pHc0xR4WJbsJDAUvwrQwUXtYFA00/s1600/n17403631_31051654_6300.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbgwhc-osfrKP066BNG11JsHTgzl0IR6oP4OPTOLeu1LBqXrOc4Xz8SDR9ibjBqimUP_FWb4eAP7J8sZD3LijsBS6mDfDXav2ID9LksilqZCCG8E3pHc0xR4WJbsJDAUvwrQwUXtYFA00/s400/n17403631_31051654_6300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561151170443344658" border="0" /></a>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-5582510477165061512011-01-01T02:03:00.004-05:002011-01-09T15:05:16.002-05:00Happy New Year 2011!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6NJrNOM-Xz6KvbvRRlIAmcI-MKHXcZ7dRgm9uqrqlMImTW9rNV95X2jvHdJDSdl0Y0XYJn-d65ZjXcjkvWgDelJpO1m6EQC7l3UBM602xducovDTZ1CgjFbjbv3oTvUAhw78mplZaplo/s1600/fireworks.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6NJrNOM-Xz6KvbvRRlIAmcI-MKHXcZ7dRgm9uqrqlMImTW9rNV95X2jvHdJDSdl0Y0XYJn-d65ZjXcjkvWgDelJpO1m6EQC7l3UBM602xducovDTZ1CgjFbjbv3oTvUAhw78mplZaplo/s400/fireworks.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560015120115068722" border="0" /></a><br />Bye bye 2010! Even though you weren't as lovely to me as I thought you would be, you'll forever be in my head as one of my special years yet. Since in 2010 I<br /><ul><li>graduated!</li><li>increased my credit score.</li><li>made some awesome friends.</li><li>realized some people are really unworthy of your attention and time.</li><li>threw some incredible surprise parties for loved ones.</li><li>learned not to get too caught up when some unplanned things happen in life.<br /></li><li>grew up a lot.<br /></li></ul>I am really looking forward to 2011! Suddenly the beginning of a new year is bringing forth all these wonderful possibilities.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">HAPPY NEW YEAR!<br /></div>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-7247324948727047222010-12-26T23:44:00.002-05:002011-01-11T21:19:21.177-05:00Hidden SmilesIT promised to come. And so it did. Not with the grandest of arrangements, but still pleasant enough. It fell with grace, with all its confetti life drops, white, white as snow should be, and it was - beautiful snow.<br /><div align="justify">I never romanticized the winter; I never desired snow, the freezing weather, and the icy paths that always scare me. It is too much of a threat, falling and slipping and then what…pain and cold just is not a good combination. Neither are 3 inch heels against frozen roads, so my tiptoed steps are just way too risky and the falling snow is nothing but an unneeded luxury.<br />But something happened today. The MTA can only take me so far during my commute, and the rest of it is just consists of long walks full of random thoughts, random interruptions by homeless people and traffic patrols who take their job more seriously than needed. When I stepped out to the road full of the colorful hat and expensive coat wearing crowd, the snow was already falling in monsoon speed. Sticking to the ground, sticking to my coat, my hand, my eyelids, the top of my nose, my bottom lip…the snow now wanted to confront me, for years of neglect, for years of discrimination that I have showed against it, there was no way I could escape the sore cold topic that day, so I surrendered. I guess I had to face her some day. Today was the day.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT9TXKu-fhH_9RQCbqcbGXUt8dRkp_dNAwDgXRERykIzIi7yJYng7kN3tCr3wKt300cvdUhfYfhvfkY9sTE-EWt53Q-608NzxDKZRbacLYCAe43ubf_fnAoPvZAFM7G3m5nr_H3a60uk0/s1600/n27612556_35619210_8263.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT9TXKu-fhH_9RQCbqcbGXUt8dRkp_dNAwDgXRERykIzIi7yJYng7kN3tCr3wKt300cvdUhfYfhvfkY9sTE-EWt53Q-608NzxDKZRbacLYCAe43ubf_fnAoPvZAFM7G3m5nr_H3a60uk0/s400/n27612556_35619210_8263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557802983431222610" border="0" /></a><br />So I reminisced my first snow in the West… North London, 1995. I had heard so many great stories about “the first snow,” mine, was also one of them, or could be if I colored it up with enough awe and fervor. I was younger, less afraid of slipping, early kiddy enthusiasm was hard to beat, and my younger cousins were these tiny cute things who would follow me around wherever I went. We rolled around the snow, went to a play ground and got on the swing and pushed each other harder and faster till we would fall off, giggling and shivering. We attempted to make a snow man with our amateur south-east Asian hands, and gave up and had a snow fight. But for some reason for me it just was not quite the same as getting soaking wet in rooftops during monsoon rains, so every time someone mentioned snow and its beauty I would argue and bring up rain and its exoticness.<br />So I conversed with today's snow. I told her I gave her a fair chance, I did my share of the “first time” experience, my first snow man, my 20th snow fight, even have sacrificed gloves and hats to her, I told her it's okay if she is not loved by all, most love her and that should be good enough. I told her to move on, to ignore me, to not decorate my black coat with all her star like white sparkles. But she was persistent, falling harder like Bengali rain, creating a glow all around, a holy glow, one of those dream like haziness, and I looked around and saw everyone smiling even through they were covered with snow, an inner child had awoke in every man and every woman as if, the magic of snow as others would say it.<br />But I am a girl from the land of mud, not slippery white slopes, but she still followed me, all the way home, my chin now frozen from the cold, my hair white on black, I ran in, shut the door, rushed to the room to shake it all off, but before I could do so, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, my red face, my white snowy body, gleaming, and there it was, a smile on my snow covered lips, smiling without even knowing I was, and I felt shy, and smiled again looking out to find her outside my window still pouring.<br />So she won. I lost, and I am looking forward to our next fight, especially the sweet ends with hidden smiles.<br /></div><div align="justify"><br /><br />Pic taken in 2009 with my best friend Pian Kazi<br /></div><div align="justify"><br /></div>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-58133727189060681482010-12-24T13:59:00.002-05:002010-12-24T14:02:12.684-05:00Happy Holidays!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaNMn6zUNhUQL3XXxzy3jKrNreP0rYODgvW9RZwAufrP4t_g4wz187uHAgKS00yQPl8GSwR3ZsayKFZRJU3WbvyTHPR0GDD4bguD-NivRSHs3wPQLCmES7mNC61Z2E6y1vHlrwIOMZiDI/s1600/33826_10150114088196416_107418161415_7914494_796499_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaNMn6zUNhUQL3XXxzy3jKrNreP0rYODgvW9RZwAufrP4t_g4wz187uHAgKS00yQPl8GSwR3ZsayKFZRJU3WbvyTHPR0GDD4bguD-NivRSHs3wPQLCmES7mNC61Z2E6y1vHlrwIOMZiDI/s400/33826_10150114088196416_107418161415_7914494_796499_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554326024314599170" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><h6 style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{"type":"msg"}"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span class="messageBody">Have a Merry and Safe Christmas. Happy Holidays to all!</span></span></h6>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-74896963314727573782010-12-21T11:57:00.001-05:002010-12-21T12:02:17.665-05:00Swap Post!<div><span style="font-style: italic;">I tok part in the 20sb blog swap and here's my partner's post. Enjoy!</span><br /><br /><br />I've never done one of these before so I have no idea what to write. The topic we were given is about something we want to do in 2011 that we didn't do in 2010. Stop being such a procrastinator! It's taken me 5 minutes to write this paragraph. </div> <div> </div> <div>Only because Promised Land is on TV. I LOVE this show, and wish they would put it on DVD. Along with Judging Amy.... also not on DVD. Two great shows that should have never went off the air. </div> <div> </div> <div>OK so I do not own this blog. Over at 20sb we had a mega blog swap and today was supposed to be the day to post and swap your blogs. Again... its 6 pm here and I'm just now getting to it. Along with the fact that I've been trying to write in my own blog for who knows how long all week and haven't done so..... </div> <div> </div> <div>Anyways, I am Holly, I live on the West Coast (Of Wisconsin) on French Island. It really is an island, completely surrounded by water with two ways to get here by car and only one on foot, and several by boat. We have Lake Onalaska to the north, the Black River to the east, the La Crosse River to the south, and the Mississippi River to the west. One bridge to town on the freeway and one bridge to town from the city of La Crosse. It's pretty fun. </div> <div>We live in what we call the apartment trailer park. This block we live on is all apartment buildings, they all look alike and they're all lined up like trailers. Believe it or not, its crazily quiet in these parts, everyone is pretty friendly, and we have 4 bars within walking distance, our own police and fire departments, our own town government, about 1700 people total, and some crazies on this block. We fit in well ;) </div> <div> </div> <div>Sooo.... what's something(s) I want to do in 2011 that I didn't do in 2010.... hmmm.... I did something just a few weeks ago that was on my bucket list... I rode the Amtrak for the first time... and I'm doing it again in a couple days to go home for Christmas. </div> <div> </div> <div>One thing I really want to do is finish the book I've been working on. I started it in 2004 and just figured out how to end it. The problem is my computer has crashed on me three times and deleted everything I've had, but I had it all printed. I'm thinking about making it a trilogy, with the first and third books in third person point of view and the second one in first person. I also wrote a book when I was 17, but it's cheesy because I was 17. I let my English Composition instructor read it this term and she loved it, she said I knew how to pace the action just perfect to keep her on the edge of her seat the whole time. That was cool to hear. </div> <div> </div> <div>OK, for now thats all... I guess thats what I want to work on... along with finding a job.... </div>Laterz...<br /><br />You can read more at <a href="http://hollys-ramblings.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">http://hollys-ramblings.<wbr>blogspot.com</a>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-67629836447874826862010-12-17T22:40:00.004-05:002010-12-19T20:53:05.726-05:00Pian's bridal shower<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZlVmwSJhuZRVQ7f-v6bLeTPD9W7IUrLHn4DgKhf-EOyawjSZ9Auy-896vRfeo3BJg3uuriyl8bt8UssJBvZZWhBJMD-iaRw4qOfMJZZtKRx0rVFaNKeeNsbcxgmAPD4jmez6mrDQDAg/s1600/65752_557877477075_17403631_32320764_4842894_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRZlVmwSJhuZRVQ7f-v6bLeTPD9W7IUrLHn4DgKhf-EOyawjSZ9Auy-896vRfeo3BJg3uuriyl8bt8UssJBvZZWhBJMD-iaRw4qOfMJZZtKRx0rVFaNKeeNsbcxgmAPD4jmez6mrDQDAg/s400/65752_557877477075_17403631_32320764_4842894_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552553120076675890" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHkJY30bVy4cul_OSNKXJPLAn4aYdILBf5Dq1OdUFRo_Q8ZT1Sl2Aetd3qRF_xAZvM8lDMrbxV523n1CG3_c4qiLhDSbi7CmTyBJcAIfzFVSjnsipvrxbb_nrYBN_xda00G1GGELNAfdM/s1600/58012_557878539945_17403631_32320790_4289149_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifScuKeoptKrQzPZEX8STN-d2WQR-ecjRLi6Du2n39YJPLE1lL3MrIbZys7uAW11s540srf3hef2uKzBeqziR0xruaMdeoi1lHAaMTP85DmqL9P5xKpOr5YNsomgIpG6FJNL0fwX1jwrU/s400/163675_557878584855_17403631_32320794_4965897_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552075155201351634" border="0" /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" >My best friend Pian is getting married in January 2011 and she is going to have gorgeous Bengali wedding in Dhaka, Bangladesh. In case you didn't know, Bengali wedding are really colorful and they last for days and sometimes even weeks! Yes that's rights WEEKS! Unfortunately I won't be able to attend her wedding :(. So to sort of make up for it I threw her a surprise bridal shower last week. Thanks to all the ladies who came on a very short notice and thanks for making it a joyful evening full of fun, food , laughter and happiness!</span><br /></a></div>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-3416516985188273512010-12-16T21:32:00.004-05:002010-12-17T23:02:03.615-05:00Thanks for the memories!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii4T6Jbd0RIBS5VFpECLRdXMFSfzZajml2zDPqvBrqALPSEfKAooh4jjfm9cp2BURqNeKVW4sPDovTcJoGCz07T523OCPZwHGtre_66KOCcuKHZynv7BmKkht1ZGGQf9dRU8ZGx-A9jrw/s1600/DSC_5229.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEii4T6Jbd0RIBS5VFpECLRdXMFSfzZajml2zDPqvBrqALPSEfKAooh4jjfm9cp2BURqNeKVW4sPDovTcJoGCz07T523OCPZwHGtre_66KOCcuKHZynv7BmKkht1ZGGQf9dRU8ZGx-A9jrw/s400/DSC_5229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551846066406903618" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9G_6rXKJvtlx1JiE5m2ArTWjkqyI9blBLd-pjCQfLykl6tsmThH_FxJxJoSsYc3PpYNPQqVdK6WTaEsXVw1kCFxVbikgkmJpkqcfi3_PSW0TY4lkd0PUgCFtz1fFN6jZ66uKxaxMLbSs/s1600/IMG_0040.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9G_6rXKJvtlx1JiE5m2ArTWjkqyI9blBLd-pjCQfLykl6tsmThH_FxJxJoSsYc3PpYNPQqVdK6WTaEsXVw1kCFxVbikgkmJpkqcfi3_PSW0TY4lkd0PUgCFtz1fFN6jZ66uKxaxMLbSs/s400/IMG_0040.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551845938924887010" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt9m2fm7j6_IXAOiZluS9Y2pCscY3GEC7hgGaVOgVlJhFhhbG_ihOWuuwn-g2OFhVl1BCFqHy6OCmgECOhkEXlRdMPNGkOYt0B36lYkOIXDpV7xi-UVeGCFbLqh9udm2gXh4VGmbtCkKo/s1600/DSC_5223.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt9m2fm7j6_IXAOiZluS9Y2pCscY3GEC7hgGaVOgVlJhFhhbG_ihOWuuwn-g2OFhVl1BCFqHy6OCmgECOhkEXlRdMPNGkOYt0B36lYkOIXDpV7xi-UVeGCFbLqh9udm2gXh4VGmbtCkKo/s400/DSC_5223.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551845760925759810" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiee5-veRgIgtNtsIOOCj2luFMqGvNSxbhZV9yDSjb9m7T5d8aPS5SbH6B8BUfphhcPcvHM29UX7sRup4eVkEkKyA2ZPW-5FvUewNVHjDyUT2vQV9buFMFTKWBTO8eeWNg7dcoT4_rCAgY/s1600/DSC_5233.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiee5-veRgIgtNtsIOOCj2luFMqGvNSxbhZV9yDSjb9m7T5d8aPS5SbH6B8BUfphhcPcvHM29UX7sRup4eVkEkKyA2ZPW-5FvUewNVHjDyUT2vQV9buFMFTKWBTO8eeWNg7dcoT4_rCAgY/s400/DSC_5233.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551845525882434898" border="0" /></a><br />This past Monday was my last day at <a href="http://www.qc.cuny.edu/Pages/default.aspx">QC</a>. I never thought it would be as tough as it has turned out to be. When I transferred there from another school I never thought I'd be so attached to the school, the faculty, the <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-large;">friends</span>. Then again, I am always wrong when it comes to these things... I should have known this was coming. Thanks for the memories guys! F loves you all!Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-18959176609027045702010-12-13T14:48:00.002-05:002010-12-14T11:55:00.261-05:00Weekend RecapThis past Sunday I threw a surprise bridal shower for my best friend Pian. It was a small intimate gathering with a few friends. There was a lot of food, games, and a ton of fun. Thanks to all the ladies who came by on such a short notice!<br />XO<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQh3aGRxlxRfU1gcJP42kmtF_VSPa32pcp0uINzTSsUI8F44v0AcRzdBCpySk4qQt4S3synEB3rsuGUF6l5LXclzXlufsG3JgODRO5A2TZKd86Bj6IyDdIwezKwQ1PobxHaceMk5dXKw/s1600/74670_557913340205_17403631_32321769_4926941_n.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550383375547855154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 449px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOQh3aGRxlxRfU1gcJP42kmtF_VSPa32pcp0uINzTSsUI8F44v0AcRzdBCpySk4qQt4S3synEB3rsuGUF6l5LXclzXlufsG3JgODRO5A2TZKd86Bj6IyDdIwezKwQ1PobxHaceMk5dXKw/s400/74670_557913340205_17403631_32321769_4926941_n.jpg" border="0" /></a>I will post some photos up once this dreadful final week is over!Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-27080465646106301492010-12-09T11:29:00.001-05:002010-12-13T01:54:50.431-05:00Holiday Gift Guide<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tlBwA3S1TmmSqlCPKaPkvqB7rt-rVYaLhSjOPd7yJELeEwNGC22CJwe7ustAxk732akMEjwPKbzdq5IGvllhb7f9zNK01Epea8-PBYM0ntJx9bdW5_isZXzaoPj7mItVRyi74FFpOsE/s1600/holiday_2010_package_4_city_vibe_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_tlBwA3S1TmmSqlCPKaPkvqB7rt-rVYaLhSjOPd7yJELeEwNGC22CJwe7ustAxk732akMEjwPKbzdq5IGvllhb7f9zNK01Epea8-PBYM0ntJx9bdW5_isZXzaoPj7mItVRyi74FFpOsE/s400/holiday_2010_package_4_city_vibe_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548480814632497394" border="0" /></a>City Vibe Chocolate Gift Set<br /><a href="http://shop.maxbrenner.com/chocolate-collections-treats/gift-sets/city-vibe.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">via</span></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiM7_2dU4rQaYKyL5np3cSRe7GHw_lF9N19QIC7ZcPE3BPwiY4KXTqT_VmviZJBFWs8CnNdM5E2B1O9qIETCjXtMVWzUCsHF8Ms9Gyc4nuqJf38iy-9VA4txhqOunllhn_8QwZ4C88LM4/s1600/63861474.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiM7_2dU4rQaYKyL5np3cSRe7GHw_lF9N19QIC7ZcPE3BPwiY4KXTqT_VmviZJBFWs8CnNdM5E2B1O9qIETCjXtMVWzUCsHF8Ms9Gyc4nuqJf38iy-9VA4txhqOunllhn_8QwZ4C88LM4/s400/63861474.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548477077613456962" border="0" /></a>Bobbi Brown Beauty Rules<br /><a href="http://search.barnesandnoble.com/Bobbi-Brown-Beauty-Rules/Bobbi-Brown/e/9780811874687/?itm=1&USRI=bobbi+brown+beauty+rules+fabulous+looks+beauty"><span style="font-style: italic;">via</span></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7eifWN3tBjEx3fdVUuHqtFJJlG4fu52YXcK4wPEr3f7aosoK0lUKWokkNVqUBkIgBYT3Be2F37DhvKne2OKKpFqJz29STU2Cg5jhHSdh4AqNvQS9C2fl1HejlVBbELuKaeuguD3XFNrk/s1600/il_fullxfull.188496185.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 344px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7eifWN3tBjEx3fdVUuHqtFJJlG4fu52YXcK4wPEr3f7aosoK0lUKWokkNVqUBkIgBYT3Be2F37DhvKne2OKKpFqJz29STU2Cg5jhHSdh4AqNvQS9C2fl1HejlVBbELuKaeuguD3XFNrk/s400/il_fullxfull.188496185.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548475613691068866" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">The Bubbles and Turquoise Bird Lariat<br /><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/60515077/the-bubbles-and-turquoise-bird-lariat"><span style="font-style: italic;">via</span></a><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcRz-P__jxk9S0byXMSMnHq0RWS94JuM3P_S0vYLomiAFYXFzIPJUq_zLC1ZNNIB8LxpIrZy_WvpAFA7UxRQI630AIemSEseHhNk5PWJfk4S2Eg12_-QtCoD4uA1EaOYr0rxhHUVW5dsw/s1600/il_570xN.193627221.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 339px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcRz-P__jxk9S0byXMSMnHq0RWS94JuM3P_S0vYLomiAFYXFzIPJUq_zLC1ZNNIB8LxpIrZy_WvpAFA7UxRQI630AIemSEseHhNk5PWJfk4S2Eg12_-QtCoD4uA1EaOYr0rxhHUVW5dsw/s400/il_570xN.193627221.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548471419496980386" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;">Bar Soap Sampler Box<br /><a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/62042941/bar-soap-sampler-box"><span style="font-style: italic;">via</span></a><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4d06gfqyuJTBqpIezMa0B2g55Df1DdbTHl67aUKZ1T-ZNeuqRi1rGTdWYyz2v5q37I-QY6SmBvJe9b1cYR3mPaqq_Q5Zks4PrgaoIabvNBPcGhNrOdVKbuoVI7YUJL5TKITtp1DOcx0/s1600/073191_040_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS4d06gfqyuJTBqpIezMa0B2g55Df1DdbTHl67aUKZ1T-ZNeuqRi1rGTdWYyz2v5q37I-QY6SmBvJe9b1cYR3mPaqq_Q5Zks4PrgaoIabvNBPcGhNrOdVKbuoVI7YUJL5TKITtp1DOcx0/s400/073191_040_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548459937012843410" border="0" /></a>Kebaya Mug<br /><a href="http://www.anthropologie.com/anthro/catalog/productdetail.jsp?id=073191&parentid=BAYNOTE"><span style="font-style: italic;">via</span></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">One of my friends asked me to help her pick out some gifts for her so I complied a list for her. I decided to post it on this blog too in hopes it can help some of you in your last minute shopping for your best friend, mom, sister, aunt or even a teacher.<br /><br />P.S This gift guide also doubles as my wish list! I wouldn't mind some of these in my stocking ;)<br /><br /></div></div></div>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-79468259583266118702010-12-08T21:45:00.000-05:002010-12-08T23:52:55.268-05:00"Everybody loves you when you're six foot in the ground"<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLk6XMaaJ4x4Xt35Z3tT6dhi2pDyZ4-pUMQSMO9hxocHrKhHiQhXk8Hpx81u1PAz7qh6KUpW4qpAr4f5c4LO9ZeFwn-QIKR-GLAlAK9vs5pHhqC-wAV_lwss8361SUvwSD1oE5mHJSEc/s1600/jymice.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 329px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqLk6XMaaJ4x4Xt35Z3tT6dhi2pDyZ4-pUMQSMO9hxocHrKhHiQhXk8Hpx81u1PAz7qh6KUpW4qpAr4f5c4LO9ZeFwn-QIKR-GLAlAK9vs5pHhqC-wAV_lwss8361SUvwSD1oE5mHJSEc/s400/jymice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548539372991116594" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">R.I.P</span><br />John Lennon<br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />P.S I put this picture up only for my friend <a href="http://pemberlyinnyc.blogspot.com/">Pratima</a>. I know she'll love it!</span><br /><br />pic<a href="http://www.edenandeden.com/"> via</a><br /></div></div>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-49138911311929950272010-12-06T15:54:00.010-05:002010-12-07T12:03:28.369-05:00I am in love...<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGlwMb2OEQMQwN_IcqWVfSvts2yRocwIR1aC_CsFn-JDLRjoqRGbvIGhMOH1eYOAp1185tGSh8SxAdRvOCbjHGg6Ih8SE7jtGYVZ2zOnOtCNpiOSkhlTEx6Ji3eYNnZGhKx111UPRehwk/s1600/983312_018_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547676486202839346" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGlwMb2OEQMQwN_IcqWVfSvts2yRocwIR1aC_CsFn-JDLRjoqRGbvIGhMOH1eYOAp1185tGSh8SxAdRvOCbjHGg6Ih8SE7jtGYVZ2zOnOtCNpiOSkhlTEx6Ji3eYNnZGhKx111UPRehwk/s400/983312_018_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Rh9tgUCAEmiPD_a5l38icn6NYNWZQYr3YbILO25ty0KtmPmIpvmjHyGSoeuQHdnU8X7m2qs6NCQJc6zDvy-zQLNdzCqfsM-t2YZURckR3mL23HIqKmNcCyPZJevL8fHM3MQe4F3OBz8/s1600/983078_095_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547676443288352994" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2Rh9tgUCAEmiPD_a5l38icn6NYNWZQYr3YbILO25ty0KtmPmIpvmjHyGSoeuQHdnU8X7m2qs6NCQJc6zDvy-zQLNdzCqfsM-t2YZURckR3mL23HIqKmNcCyPZJevL8fHM3MQe4F3OBz8/s400/983078_095_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547676029664689922" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjXvILDxqhFdL7Wfk1bnbHFNl9PSkIfGzdE70U7Kii-2D7ecKPat9_RpAKAElpqglGWF2PB3Sf-aLbKTgYLr-fqvX-ka5wP1J9gwJulzyrAy2PndQVxHXvBISciLlynZgeYtiLJGoTRgI/s400/770580_001_b.jpg" border="0" /><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifjW0vqpEZRDoqQeGCvHRtLaTYDZMzMkEKsP1NBcQN-H5_7nL-R8STJcFpX1X9e638FVelAwP9Jiq4ZGESB6zpM01FdcqrdZubahEFpAoR32PLQOuieAjXjNZuT97MPgsyjcT8Pc2-5A4/s1600/983144_004_b.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547675953086072258" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifjW0vqpEZRDoqQeGCvHRtLaTYDZMzMkEKsP1NBcQN-H5_7nL-R8STJcFpX1X9e638FVelAwP9Jiq4ZGESB6zpM01FdcqrdZubahEFpAoR32PLQOuieAjXjNZuT97MPgsyjcT8Pc2-5A4/s400/983144_004_b.jpg" border="0" /></a><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px; display: block; height: 400px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547675623001935042" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgf43RQBPpn6woz1gp6pVNdDpJJOzUp3J83-wngFT4RT_UkF_34Qaia65B4Z5mZDESd2vjaH79XUIl56Fm7UpW3bIebBrpkpkdqnD8xNbdpT9gp5L7I73K3q0DxUor0D9kSqd2Z7go9TSY/s400/083170_009_b.jpg" border="0" /><br />How gorgeous are these Anthropologie aprons? My favorite is the top one and the bottom one. i wouldn't mind one (or two) for Christmas ;).<br /><br />By the way my first job ever was at Anthropologie! Needless to say whatever I earned working there for 4 months was spent at the store itself. Oh good times....really good times!<br /><br /></div></div>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-84682723197707204942010-11-29T11:12:00.001-05:002010-12-04T23:17:43.634-05:00The news is...no news!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYYznX6bO_CvG1hxDDuPvi3qcjWp3_gCHZRxL45K_KnwyYhB76PLF57IFvyBA0mJo0D32f7shWphhWW_JF5gJ_GFrx5BOQZ08MKIbLea8S3gNxzecOJSoDz3EoQtBnubVEFgunQqJiscM/s1600/untitled.bmp"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px; display: block; height: 268px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545107758602073298" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYYznX6bO_CvG1hxDDuPvi3qcjWp3_gCHZRxL45K_KnwyYhB76PLF57IFvyBA0mJo0D32f7shWphhWW_JF5gJ_GFrx5BOQZ08MKIbLea8S3gNxzecOJSoDz3EoQtBnubVEFgunQqJiscM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>You know how in English, we tend to open conversations by saying “what’s up?” Does anyone know how you actually answer that? Saying “good” doesn’t really make sense.Bengali (my native language) has a similar greeting - Ki khobor? which literally translates to what’s the news? And I never know how to respond. I’m good? Just got done with work? I usually say “no news” but that does tend to kill the conversation. Yeah...I tend to kill conversations like that....a lot!<br />Anyways. No news here. I am kind of sick, sore throat, slight temperature, the whole nine yards. Im also really stressed about school since it is my last semester and all. I have <span style="font-size:180%;">PILES</span> of work to do and since I'm a big procrastinator I keep on piling up more work.</div><br /><div>So yeah..thats it for today.<br /></div><div></div><div>P.S. Photo of the ducks taken by my best friend Pian Kazi. I have a thing for ducks...but that's another blog post!</div>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-57953228482023516162010-11-25T12:34:00.004-05:002010-12-02T13:51:30.188-05:00Happy Thanksgiving!I have so many things to be thankful for this year even though at times things got really rough. I am going to my friend's house for dinner today and she makes the yummiest food in the whole wide world! Oh here is my favorite Thanksgiving dessert <a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/paula-deen/pumpkin-cheesecake-recipe/index.html">recipe</a>. We made it last year and it was a super hit!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!<br /></div><br /><object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DME_Hpk8IeU?fs=1&hl=en_US"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DME_Hpk8IeU?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />P.S This video really made me smile today!Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-37539759248279400672010-11-18T19:01:00.003-05:002010-11-18T19:10:39.531-05:00Oh Potter You Rotter!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtc8w8h9dEmgr8nzU4NX_JIkZVlNZBaxHm3fJ8CKrUKVz4hIEIe13ogF5r-oARjhr9mMVx3Cz1Pf-auYEVQ5J7mK4HYnxyNq6bA0oRZZo2XLqMgc87BkUn1wB_LbSnxngqvKk9Hp1sd8/s1600/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-i-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbtc8w8h9dEmgr8nzU4NX_JIkZVlNZBaxHm3fJ8CKrUKVz4hIEIe13ogF5r-oARjhr9mMVx3Cz1Pf-auYEVQ5J7mK4HYnxyNq6bA0oRZZo2XLqMgc87BkUn1wB_LbSnxngqvKk9Hp1sd8/s400/harry-potter-and-the-deathly-hallows-part-i-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541046541069775378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFvJODWV_5P7eXhNuzbRfv5SSp03dIMQlYcakxNtnFIRb9UqXArCR_RBR149v2fkuIPrWaZTnUWq355m-H-JHGyoe7s9e3UXxMISZ2kwP74Q9RyAJmA5kvp2_aH49yhhocifdEzg4Vpw/s1600/HelenaBonhamCarterandTomFeltoninHarryPotterandtheDeathlyHallows.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFvJODWV_5P7eXhNuzbRfv5SSp03dIMQlYcakxNtnFIRb9UqXArCR_RBR149v2fkuIPrWaZTnUWq355m-H-JHGyoe7s9e3UXxMISZ2kwP74Q9RyAJmA5kvp2_aH49yhhocifdEzg4Vpw/s400/HelenaBonhamCarterandTomFeltoninHarryPotterandtheDeathlyHallows.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541046425941676530" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOKW2tdY7MGhNZfZBtytbbqqXmmaOZAZKZn8-RIj-d2i942rZaSs-zwNvqYVPUuPyiM8kvo89_c33JlfymgowzK2bEU1offNR1Lg6IDWGObTmJwq49bcMoF-1jGkBdrc6skSzcaX8mAM/s1600/HARRYPOTTER_thumb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfOKW2tdY7MGhNZfZBtytbbqqXmmaOZAZKZn8-RIj-d2i942rZaSs-zwNvqYVPUuPyiM8kvo89_c33JlfymgowzK2bEU1offNR1Lg6IDWGObTmJwq49bcMoF-1jGkBdrc6skSzcaX8mAM/s400/HARRYPOTTER_thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541046351097801698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">It comes out tomorrow!</span> <span style="font-size:100%;">Can't wait!</span> <span style="font-size:130%;">I think I’m gonna cry just thinking about it!</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-11232481533440465002010-11-08T07:51:00.005-05:002011-01-12T23:05:21.566-05:00Life Lessons<div>It's early monday morning and I am now in the process of slowly being pinned down by the millions of thoughts hovering inside my little head.<br /><br />Things that I have learned in life the<span style="font-size:130%;"> </span><span style="font-size:180%;">hard</span> way:<br /><br />* You clean a little bit of your room everyday - throw away the unwanted, the 'lingerings' or the trash (in other words), your life will be so much <span style="font-size:130%;">easier.</span><br /><br />* <span style="font-size:130%;">Do not</span> fall for the adverts - especially the tearjerker telecom ads that they show on TV nowadays. You still have to pay.<br /><br />* Time <span style="font-size:130%;">does not</span> stand still. NEWSFLASH: The clock on the mantel - is broken.<br /><br />* Fairy-tale princes <span style="font-size:180%;">DO NOT</span> exist. And I repeat DO NOT. White horses do, however.<br /><br />* There is no such thing as a 'tomorrow'. So start working <span style="font-size:180%;">NOW!</span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /><br /></span></div><div></div>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-34688581598345735502010-11-02T23:07:00.005-04:002010-12-08T14:46:10.868-05:00Halloween RecapThis Halloween was awesome! I took my siblings along with a bunch of goblins, ghosts and vampires.Here is a quick glimpse of our Halloween festivities!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHchCPm4VfyJqGNwTyPQ4jDj7ijwD8aDEkCVV6MvazuPq3CFK6Y4nxgyVncuTWA3abODJsiZtI03V_ceU25mupc6rPyaGkyk1jHMNBQ7RoWHMBCDbABwy559o_aw5rkDxWzDWU4j3kIwI/s1600/69332_555019898685_17403631_32261883_4601048_n.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 268px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535154876168429122" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHchCPm4VfyJqGNwTyPQ4jDj7ijwD8aDEkCVV6MvazuPq3CFK6Y4nxgyVncuTWA3abODJsiZtI03V_ceU25mupc6rPyaGkyk1jHMNBQ7RoWHMBCDbABwy559o_aw5rkDxWzDWU4j3kIwI/s400/69332_555019898685_17403631_32261883_4601048_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhurT9RydkxMHPZWplV_YSjB3WJHtnZpHwamsR6fSVSOfIQqzSttVumm9bYCE7oGeH3oLAPGNlH3zXXHXgCgHthvzwulx6eoXY1M8O4_e4I4pMIYgQse_kxr6Eo6oR_J2Yf5Af3mZIe7ZI/s1600/34412_555020043395_17403631_32261894_2666473_n.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhurT9RydkxMHPZWplV_YSjB3WJHtnZpHwamsR6fSVSOfIQqzSttVumm9bYCE7oGeH3oLAPGNlH3zXXHXgCgHthvzwulx6eoXY1M8O4_e4I4pMIYgQse_kxr6Eo6oR_J2Yf5Af3mZIe7ZI/s400/34412_555020043395_17403631_32261894_2666473_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548400009982873730" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4SiCExEdGnPsK4q8DnCwudY1gpXcwbLiIIZog6-kwAhc8UFSW0SKRGCS7Ox16wkAJBixXxi3RoxRp6pmHWN8f4hIbwzNcJU0S0OFDEztDAS2Uq0VHUC84IWzTmZRqZRglZEvVExnIYdA/s1600/71666_555020068345_17403631_32261896_3695851_n.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; display: block; height: 268px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535155322094127458" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4SiCExEdGnPsK4q8DnCwudY1gpXcwbLiIIZog6-kwAhc8UFSW0SKRGCS7Ox16wkAJBixXxi3RoxRp6pmHWN8f4hIbwzNcJU0S0OFDEztDAS2Uq0VHUC84IWzTmZRqZRglZEvVExnIYdA/s400/71666_555020068345_17403631_32261896_3695851_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo6ONW6NfmO8yxXgiG5LCxt3zP1znpixtPJ7wESOe-WZXbBCuFermb9rFtuTuJKLM1PS480o8Hg2QdpCcGsMV7aVIiPI7iIXSLwMEbWFsZ0NxLRxQan8YXNhGxGvgbm5kuRXqJIgoNzj0/s1600/71681_555020113255_17403631_32261900_4753140_n.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535155172579927218" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo6ONW6NfmO8yxXgiG5LCxt3zP1znpixtPJ7wESOe-WZXbBCuFermb9rFtuTuJKLM1PS480o8Hg2QdpCcGsMV7aVIiPI7iIXSLwMEbWFsZ0NxLRxQan8YXNhGxGvgbm5kuRXqJIgoNzj0/s400/71681_555020113255_17403631_32261900_4753140_n.jpg" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgurHaI6sPwKc2WjksbFjw8qIf3nicKkznZzbiGmTvCjkDwL5VzpYzCQZ4gxXNxhH_6UnvHjXYMjtDI6g8psiYlFfQhLfDdMbC_aFaFaTT875H_0ZcPCbVQea159Pnt13pEt-6Ss1_z79I/s1600/75871_555019978525_17403631_32261889_6579994_n.jpg"><img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 268px; display: block; height: 400px; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535154985224895842" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgurHaI6sPwKc2WjksbFjw8qIf3nicKkznZzbiGmTvCjkDwL5VzpYzCQZ4gxXNxhH_6UnvHjXYMjtDI6g8psiYlFfQhLfDdMbC_aFaFaTT875H_0ZcPCbVQea159Pnt13pEt-6Ss1_z79I/s400/75871_555019978525_17403631_32261889_6579994_n.jpg" border="0" /></a>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-45555645624092402592010-10-28T19:27:00.006-04:002010-12-06T16:01:43.654-05:00Happy Halloween Weekend!Happy (almost) Halloween! This year we finally have a carved jack o' lantern at our home. Thought I'd share.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDH24_2WsmppD-HA0iv_GhaAKSbt-T56o8fSZEcacJkmYhLPTga3SQAcd9VMcbatMfyT9a7Qomxlbd3N9RbP29-8UmlQsrpqRl2nQiWg_oFT3GQY5c3qhG_AkzOVd5RXds5TqYWq1BG9o/s1600/DSC_5354.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534767058163477138" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDH24_2WsmppD-HA0iv_GhaAKSbt-T56o8fSZEcacJkmYhLPTga3SQAcd9VMcbatMfyT9a7Qomxlbd3N9RbP29-8UmlQsrpqRl2nQiWg_oFT3GQY5c3qhG_AkzOVd5RXds5TqYWq1BG9o/s400/DSC_5354.JPG" /></a><br />Here is a blurry photo of me with the pumpkin!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAuxwHbs-QF6ou0LDYYGiZ_uSkfrxBcyrQfD9EOWZv7jVSQ-RFyILTJYetiDgk3FKjlCLvaYZ9mzmGLlKfasNu2cEaULhrURatk4uEkj76TCSLoY8KcwAgafe6MAC-8v0jhFB8TlDa418/s1600/DSC_5351.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534767616935727282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAuxwHbs-QF6ou0LDYYGiZ_uSkfrxBcyrQfD9EOWZv7jVSQ-RFyILTJYetiDgk3FKjlCLvaYZ9mzmGLlKfasNu2cEaULhrURatk4uEkj76TCSLoY8KcwAgafe6MAC-8v0jhFB8TlDa418/s400/DSC_5351.JPG" /></a>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-43148643519383255612010-10-26T20:49:00.005-04:002010-10-26T23:32:33.901-04:00Days like these makes me wanna crawl in to bedand never come out!<br /><ul><li>I woke up today with a horrible neck pain! It was so bad that I could not tilt my head to brush my hair.<br /></li><li>The neck pain made me miss my first class and a graduate school info session that I wanted to attend.</li><li>I almost fell into the subway tracks on my way to school since I saw a man ahem...masturbating on the platform. This is my second time witnessing such an act on a subway platform...yup second time and I kid you not! And needlessly to say the first time was just as shocking and vomit inducing.<br /></li><li>When I got to my second class for the day I found out that the assignment which I stayed all night doing wasn't due until next week. </li><li>Ignorant people in my Bible Study class gave me a headache by having loud and obtuse arguments about irrelevant things. And the arguments actually went on for 3 hours. No joke 3 hours! I mean come on people its not your sunday school its a literature class!!<br /></li></ul>Okay end rant.<br />I am just glad the day over. Phew!Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-25614979494745447862010-10-25T22:18:00.011-04:002010-11-02T23:12:47.121-04:00Super Duper Late Birthday DinnerSunday evening I had some dinner with some of my friends from school at<a href="http://www.seathainyc.com/"> Sea.</a> It was for my birthday which was about 4 weeks ago. Yes I am really <span style="font-size:130%;">really</span> <span style="font-size:180%;">really</span> bad at making plans especially when it comes to parties and hang outs.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDjGvMJdrTmjmNRdTYeqyl5CAovpcCrfQoHSXH1mtzskOmn-eIxwSiTctAy4Iqb4ClHiivSi4xJKvGHat0Q8rcanc4MHXoS8IPS-xdAJKb_t7nWfz4N5i3376kZn3FIBpbBmeH6_vwWs/s1600/74450_10150296708375151_568380150_15730278_3036706_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSDjGvMJdrTmjmNRdTYeqyl5CAovpcCrfQoHSXH1mtzskOmn-eIxwSiTctAy4Iqb4ClHiivSi4xJKvGHat0Q8rcanc4MHXoS8IPS-xdAJKb_t7nWfz4N5i3376kZn3FIBpbBmeH6_vwWs/s400/74450_10150296708375151_568380150_15730278_3036706_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532389519336130114" border="0" /></a>It was nice being surrounded by these awesome people especially since we weren't in some crammed computer lab trying to finish up some assignment. I am so glad that they dragged me out or else I would have just be at home doing nothing or procrastinating!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6SXxfSdmrrH0NXhAv3RWSv18ijsFWXhP4Lwc6wL024byiVl7QiqDU5EaZGeOjCBFfjtYbdKajCV4HM1o82N_qR-swVAqTIQgvvRj6ZGRBQ2x94Ty2adCh7IuzDPTCNd8ZknyyxuIxEjM/s1600/73516_10150296705930151_568380150_15730232_6818047_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6SXxfSdmrrH0NXhAv3RWSv18ijsFWXhP4Lwc6wL024byiVl7QiqDU5EaZGeOjCBFfjtYbdKajCV4HM1o82N_qR-swVAqTIQgvvRj6ZGRBQ2x94Ty2adCh7IuzDPTCNd8ZknyyxuIxEjM/s400/73516_10150296705930151_568380150_15730232_6818047_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532173736535378562" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEg1oZrpsddKRDxxGkCwpmnmKszoJYRqutwePkBBBQBZB0riNxCkqsqXPvwijy9fOzLyIPrQulxnd014EugVxG0ZeviEHTUfnK3q0l_PuD8SHKGQTAR3C2OVvZgyXu55whR0NWAMUF0xY/s1600/73104_10150296706510151_568380150_15730237_3411089_n.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEg1oZrpsddKRDxxGkCwpmnmKszoJYRqutwePkBBBQBZB0riNxCkqsqXPvwijy9fOzLyIPrQulxnd014EugVxG0ZeviEHTUfnK3q0l_PuD8SHKGQTAR3C2OVvZgyXu55whR0NWAMUF0xY/s400/73104_10150296706510151_568380150_15730237_3411089_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532173611092776978" border="0" /></a><br />Thanks guys! We should all have more play times together! F loves you all!Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1821225321745818031.post-19544242592898501542010-10-21T19:38:00.000-04:002010-10-24T11:26:09.576-04:00Hello (Again!)I started this blog a long time ago. And then I deleted it. Then I decided to fill this blog again with my thoughts.<br /><br />As I sat for hours thinking of what I should write. Trivial and intelligent thoughts kept swinging in my Bengali head. I read many blogs written by creative and evolved personalities. And so, after suffering a hounding complex and a feeling of insecurity, I decided to be myself, which most of us very rarely do.<br /><br />It’s important to be honest. Yes, it’s important, but certainly not possible in today's day and age. So most of us (I think...) have mastered the art of “dishonest honesty.” What is that?! It’s the art of concealing the truth and yet coming across frank and straightforward. It’s a gift we all have. But just like classical singing, it takes many years till you hit the high notes. My attempt here is to be a little less “dishonest honest”. I’m going to try…. I promise.<br /><br />So, welcome to my bloggers park. I hope you find yourself a bench.<br /><br /><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>Fariha Mhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00977994908639050365noreply@blogger.com2