<?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-9782800</id><updated>2011-08-09T20:09:05.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ITS A SEASON TO BE JOLLY!.=0)</title><subtitle type='html'>Jolly and not so jolly thoughts. thats life not shaken and not stirred :)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-803188040896572930</id><published>2008-08-24T22:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-08-24T22:58:18.792+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have learnt that Its better to finish a painful ending rather than let it linger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that life is a package - if u want the good, u gota pay the cost - and the cost is not that bad a thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that things have a way of working out in the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that we are all cowards in our own might&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that its easier to judge than to understand our own self - yet understanding oneself if the greatest of all gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that my friends are dear to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that love comes back, in all shapes and sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that God never leaves you alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that they can never really break u down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that security in relationships lies in being complete with oneself - or rather, in nurturing yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that your body is a gift from God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that God really DOES love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that its ok not to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that the only person u shud compete with is your old version of self - and not to outrun it but to improve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that love exists in the most extraordinary of places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that fear should be heard, so should anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that u've got to give yourself to be complete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that its hard to let people go sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that life has occassional brialliances of wonderfulness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt that life and people do forgive you, if u forgive urself :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Naureen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have u learnt?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-803188040896572930?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/803188040896572930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=803188040896572930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/803188040896572930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/803188040896572930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-have-learnt-that-its-better-to-finish.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-188953617940364527</id><published>2008-06-17T22:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-17T22:02:33.829+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WOo</title><content type='html'>Yeah I know. I havent blogged for a long time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am taking this writing course which resparked something within. I want to write more. I want to write with an inspiration like never before ... I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep looking!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-188953617940364527?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/188953617940364527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=188953617940364527' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/188953617940364527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/188953617940364527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2008/06/woo.html' title='WOo'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-1661304187338692269</id><published>2008-03-05T23:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-05T23:35:17.591+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Amazing song!!</title><content type='html'>Girl meets boy, girl goes crazy&lt;br /&gt;Boy looks away, she gets her heart broken&lt;br /&gt;No words are spoken&lt;br /&gt;Boy comes back and acts&lt;br /&gt;As if everything is cool&lt;br /&gt;Soon she's got him back on a pedestal&lt;br /&gt;She only sees what she wants to see&lt;br /&gt;Love is blind, love is so misleading&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I see the light, oh what a light&lt;br /&gt;And I am sober&lt;br /&gt;All that you served to me&lt;br /&gt;No longer will I drink it in&lt;br /&gt;I took the time to think it over&lt;br /&gt;I see the you that I never knew&lt;br /&gt;Now it's finally sinking in&lt;br /&gt;I am sober&lt;br /&gt;Girl wakes up and smells the coffee one day&lt;br /&gt;Realizes she's on her own again&lt;br /&gt;All alone again&lt;br /&gt;Boy takes every opportunity&lt;br /&gt;To play on every insecurity&lt;br /&gt;Get her back on track&lt;br /&gt;She's in a daze, back in the fire&lt;br /&gt;But will she cave into her old desires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the light, oh what a light&lt;br /&gt;And I am sober&lt;br /&gt;All that you served to me&lt;br /&gt;No longer will I drink it in&lt;br /&gt;I took the time to think it over&lt;br /&gt;I see the you that I never knew&lt;br /&gt;Now it's finally sinking in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Paige "Sober"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song. check out its video on Utube.&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, the singer is pretty too :0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-1661304187338692269?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/1661304187338692269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=1661304187338692269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/1661304187338692269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/1661304187338692269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2008/03/amazing-song.html' title='Amazing song!!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-8317905664666239083</id><published>2008-03-04T16:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-04T16:48:42.191+05:30</updated><title type='text'>LOVE</title><content type='html'>Let the beauty we love be what we do (Jalal-ud-Din Rumi)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-8317905664666239083?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/8317905664666239083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=8317905664666239083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/8317905664666239083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/8317905664666239083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2008/03/love.html' title='LOVE'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-1137425902793549419</id><published>2008-03-04T16:11:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-04T16:18:46.627+05:30</updated><title type='text'>BACK with a bang!</title><content type='html'>Yup I am back... for good. Man I adandoned this post abt a year back. i didnt abandon it, i just cudnt write anymore!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALHAMDULILAH now i can. :) so I have got loads of things to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For people who know me already, I got a feminist touch to me (if thats teh way to put it;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an increased interest in gender studies now. And linguistic theory related to gender fascinates me too. I think i have a career in gender studies.&lt;br /&gt;But who knows where I will be 5 years from now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect great things.... reach for the stars dont ever give up! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-1137425902793549419?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/1137425902793549419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=1137425902793549419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/1137425902793549419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/1137425902793549419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-with-bang.html' title='BACK with a bang!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-2196247328277527292</id><published>2007-09-15T11:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-15T11:41:07.652+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wondering</title><content type='html'>I am wondering whether i really want this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for days i wanted to revive my blog. i dunno if i want to erase this whole former blog of mine and move on to a new on. i think i am gonna keep it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those of u who r wondering whats up? I dont feel like blogging anymore. i dunt want ppl to come to close proximity to what i am thinking. thers so much thinking and wondering in this head i dun wana redo it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dont feel the drive anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naureen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-2196247328277527292?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/2196247328277527292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=2196247328277527292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/2196247328277527292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/2196247328277527292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2007/09/wondering.html' title='Wondering'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-2716543809401065154</id><published>2007-03-14T20:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-14T21:13:32.557+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I have been tagged!</title><content type='html'>Reza tagged me!!! I am supposed to tell u 5 weird things about myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 1. : I talk to myself. When i am really excited or when i am really really hurting, i try to express my joy/sorrow to myself - alone, imagining how a person who cares about me would react. Someone who loves me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 2 : I am scared of falling in love. Love can hurt - a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 3: When i get attached, i really get attached. Everything (good) is a divine blessing in a friendship to me ( although i get attached to very few people).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 4: When i love someone, i really care for them. i cant help it. even if they blow me off, i choose not to hate them because i can love people unconditionally (to a certain extent)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Number 5: I wana end world poverty, misery and be a solace for humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag.. Absar, Extinct and the one whos reading this post!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-2716543809401065154?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/2716543809401065154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=2716543809401065154' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/2716543809401065154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/2716543809401065154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-have-been-tagged.html' title='I have been tagged!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-116622623804341111</id><published>2006-12-16T05:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-12-16T05:13:58.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When yr heart is sinking and things stare back at u, what do u do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-116622623804341111?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/116622623804341111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=116622623804341111' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/116622623804341111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/116622623804341111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/12/when-yr-heart-is-sinking-and-things.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-116039528505878809</id><published>2006-10-09T17:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-09T17:31:25.073+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am this close</title><content type='html'>Am this close to snapping. This close. But am holding on coz its all worth it. Or is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-116039528505878809?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/116039528505878809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=116039528505878809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/116039528505878809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/116039528505878809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/10/am-this-close.html' title='Am this close'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-115990451576394758</id><published>2006-10-04T01:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-04T01:11:55.776+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When ...</title><content type='html'>When the teacher is cute, extremely cute and u r supposed to sit right in the front (thanks to the seating plan) u know theres trouble concentrating :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-115990451576394758?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/115990451576394758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=115990451576394758' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115990451576394758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115990451576394758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/10/when.html' title='When ...'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-115920033140974958</id><published>2006-09-25T21:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-25T21:35:31.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'>There are days when pain settles in me</title><content type='html'>There are days when pain settles in me&lt;br /&gt;In the very depth of my soul &lt;br /&gt;And once it settles,&lt;br /&gt;I see the world as it is&lt;br /&gt;It’s beauty unfolds&lt;br /&gt;Making the pain less significant&lt;br /&gt;Little joys explode in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like little buds opening up to the floral world,&lt;br /&gt;Only to fade away in a darkness untold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In darkness,&lt;br /&gt;The flowers resort to their eternal rest&lt;br /&gt;In darkness, &lt;br /&gt;I seek eternal bliss&lt;br /&gt;The stars shine their soothing, fascinating glow,&lt;br /&gt;And Lo!&lt;br /&gt;One of them is you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Naureen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-115920033140974958?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/115920033140974958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=115920033140974958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115920033140974958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115920033140974958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/09/there-are-days-when-pain-settles-in-me.html' title='There are days when pain settles in me'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-115883535944043589</id><published>2006-09-21T16:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-21T16:12:39.443+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>When you love someone, it's something. When someone loves you, it's another thing. When you love the person who loves you back, it's everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If You are deeply loved by some one it will provide you strength and if you love some one deeply it will provide you courage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not about getting and giving , its about holding and feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not in your heart to stay,and Love is not Love till you give it away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He who wants to do good, knocks at the gate; he who loves finds the gates open.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy to die for love,the real challenge is to live for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like standing in the wet cement.The longer you stay, the harder it is to leave.And you can never go without leaving your shoes behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love some thing...set it free.. if it come backs to you then its yours and only yours and if it doesn;t come back to you then it was never ment to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-115883535944043589?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/115883535944043589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=115883535944043589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115883535944043589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115883535944043589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-115883508098465171</id><published>2006-09-21T16:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-09-21T16:08:00.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm Its been a long time since i posted an update. LUMS is good ALHAMDULILAH. Am a sophomore now :) Ramazan seemed like fun in the freshman year here. so am looking forward to it. Like hostel life. Its a whole new experience. Gives u yr own space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am still thinking abt switching to boiled food for a while. Dun like the extra weight on me anymore. I mean i lose weight then i get lazy and chubby :) LOL. maybe a regular walk!! ANd man i love chocolates!! hehe but i CAN give them up for a while. Have interesting courses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was Saqib's b day on the 18th. My dad's bday on the 13th. I got a cake sent to my dad he was soo happy :)  Me and other friends of Saqib gave him a surprise b day thing. I still remember that cake all over his face LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my bday. it was on the 4th. :) it went goood. Got so many gifts yeha i am gift crazy!!!! My bday was fun !! I got this cute stuffed monkey that i can hang lol! and cute jewelry and awesome earings. Owe a few friends a treat. Ho well :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a class at 7:15, before that wana have tea, study and then go for a walk!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm lets hope i carry on this blog posting :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-115883508098465171?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/115883508098465171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=115883508098465171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115883508098465171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115883508098465171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/09/hmm-its-been-long-time-since-i-posted.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-115375929946708068</id><published>2006-07-24T22:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:11:39.500+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just heard and saw a 9 year old boy scream.. he was lebenese. He was screaming in pain. Doctors say he will survive. I even saw his mom crying. Its so unfair, people suffering. Kids suffering like that. Theres a purpose to everything but man the people who do it must eb so inhumane. There needs to be more humanity in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am changing paths mentally .. for my career. I was so set on the corporate w0rld before but i cant do that while people are dying, suffering. Sure u can always donate money but i wanna do something. Help make the world a better place. I think i am gonna choose a career that would help me help people.. i wana reach out to them.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i am reaching out to myself, helping myself decide and determine what i really wanna do. I wana lessen the suffering in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah help me do so, AAMEEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-115375929946708068?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/115375929946708068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=115375929946708068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115375929946708068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115375929946708068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-just-heard-and-saw-9-year-old-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-115375908834314659</id><published>2006-07-24T22:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:08:08.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-115375908834314659?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/115375908834314659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=115375908834314659' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115375908834314659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115375908834314659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-115375903408662232</id><published>2006-07-24T21:56:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:07:14.100+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No Ordinary Pain</title><content type='html'>I just heard and saw a 9 year old boy scream.. he was lebenese. He was screaming in pain. Doctors say he will survive. I even saw his mom crying. Its so unfair, people suffering. Kids suffering like that. Theres a purpose to everything but man the people who do it must eb so inhumane. There needs to be more humanity in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am changing paths mentally .. for my career. I was so set on the corporate w0rld before but i cant do that while people are dying, suffering. Sure u can always donate money but i wanna do something. Help make the world a better place. I think i am gonna choose a career that would help me help people.. i wana reach out to them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i am reaching out to myself, helping myself decide and determine what i really wanna do. I wana lessen the suffering in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah help me do so, AAMEEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-115375903408662232?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/115375903408662232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=115375903408662232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115375903408662232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115375903408662232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-ordinary-pain_115375903408662232.html' title='No Ordinary Pain'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-115375885427909931</id><published>2006-07-24T21:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:04:14.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No Ordinary Pain</title><content type='html'>I just heard and saw a 9 year old boy scream.. he was lebenese. He was screaming in pain. Doctors say he will survive. I even saw his mom crying. Its so unfair, people suffering. Kids suffering like that. Theres a purpose to everything but man the people who do it must eb so inhumane. There needs to be more humanity in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am changing paths mentally .. for my career. I was so set on the corporate w0rld before but i cant do that while people are dying, suffering. Sure u can always donate money but i wanna do something. Help make the world a better place. I think i am gonna choose a career that would help me help people.. i wana reach out to them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i am reaching out to myself, helping myself decide and determine what i really wanna do. I wana lessen the suffering in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah help me do so, AAMEEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-115375885427909931?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/115375885427909931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=115375885427909931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115375885427909931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115375885427909931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-ordinary-pain_115375885427909931.html' title='No Ordinary Pain'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-115375884003221964</id><published>2006-07-24T21:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:04:00.046+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No Ordinary Pain</title><content type='html'>I just heard and saw a 9 year old boy scream.. he was lebenese. He was screaming in pain. Doctors say he will survive. I even saw his mom crying. Its so unfair, people suffering. Kids suffering like that. Theres a purpose to everything but man the people who do it must eb so inhumane. There needs to be more humanity in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am changing paths mentally .. for my career. I was so set on the corporate w0rld before but i cant do that while people are dying, suffering. Sure u can always donate money but i wanna do something. Help make the world a better place. I think i am gonna choose a career that would help me help people.. i wana reach out to them....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i am reaching out to myself, helping myself decide and determine what i really wanna do. I wana lessen the suffering in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May Allah help me do so, AAMEEN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-115375884003221964?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/115375884003221964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=115375884003221964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115375884003221964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115375884003221964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/07/no-ordinary-pain_24.html' title='No Ordinary Pain'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-115083162154243316</id><published>2006-06-21T00:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:57:01.570+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-115083162154243316?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/115083162154243316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=115083162154243316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115083162154243316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115083162154243316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post_21.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-115082940133883571</id><published>2006-06-21T00:14:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-21T00:20:01.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>Life is good, ALHAMDULILAH :) Am bac in karachi. Its been a yr since i got into lums! ALHAMDULILAH !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-115082940133883571?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/115082940133883571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=115082940133883571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115082940133883571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115082940133883571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/06/update_115082940133883571.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-115037089305182503</id><published>2006-06-15T16:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-15T16:58:13.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>"Poets are of two kinds: an intellectual with an acquired personality and an inspired one who was a self before his human training began. But the difference between intelligence and inspiration in poetry is like the difference between sharp fingernails that mangle the skin and ethereal lips that kiss and heal the body's sores."&lt;br /&gt;Khalil Gibran&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-115037089305182503?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/115037089305182503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=115037089305182503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115037089305182503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/115037089305182503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-114963869532893154</id><published>2006-06-07T05:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-07T05:34:55.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'>If God hasn't</title><content type='html'>If God hasn't given up on you, you have no right to give up on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Naureen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-114963869532893154?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/114963869532893154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=114963869532893154' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/114963869532893154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/114963869532893154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/06/if-god-hasnt.html' title='If God hasn&apos;t'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-114844465426962926</id><published>2006-05-24T09:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-24T09:54:14.320+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah things could be worse but this asthmas been hurting! Man I wish I could sleep peacefully in my room. But no, people wont grant me that solace. Certain assholes wont! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-114844465426962926?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/114844465426962926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=114844465426962926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/114844465426962926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/114844465426962926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/05/yeah-things-could-be-worse-but-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-114844390090229862</id><published>2006-05-24T09:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-24T09:41:40.933+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Whats Going On?</title><content type='html'>I dont know exactly whats going on. Maybe its a transition towards a better self. Thats the silver lining. But I feel so hurt its not even funny! I feel used. People can be so mean! I mean there can be people for whom u go out of yr way, at times they do the same but in the end, they come out as self centered as they really are. Beautiful snakes they are. They make  u rely on their beauty, U think its a sign of their innocence but in the end.. in the end, they bite and they bite bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure things could have been worse but i feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-114844390090229862?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/114844390090229862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=114844390090229862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/114844390090229862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/114844390090229862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/05/whats-going-on.html' title='Whats Going On?'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-114833853832336854</id><published>2006-05-23T04:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-23T04:25:38.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I dunno</title><content type='html'>I dunno so many things anymore. I dont even feel like talking to people. I feel hurt and betrayed. No matter who u r, people simply wont skip hurting u. They would exploit u more once they realize u r of the 'nicer' type. So nice to me, so mean! I mean, once u need something from me, u r so sweet! Once its all done i dont even exist for u. How mean can people be? If u dunt like me, DONT TALK TO ME. THATS MUCH BETTER THAN COMIN CLOSE TO ME, HURTING ME, TREATING ME AS IF I DUNT EXIST! and then USING ME AND MY THINGS AGAIN. I MEAN C'MON ITNA GIRA HUA? HOW CAN SOMEONE BE THAT LOW??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUre i have had my good times but i had no idea i would hafta pay for them like that. Mean, indifferent, evil :p people!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-114833853832336854?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/114833853832336854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=114833853832336854' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/114833853832336854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/114833853832336854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dunno.html' title='I dunno'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-114697467240979299</id><published>2006-05-07T09:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-05-07T09:34:32.423+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What u r</title><content type='html'>"Man's main task in life is to give birth to himself, to become what he potentially is. The most important product of his effort is his own personality."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/tellafriend/index.asp?QUOTE_ID=896"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.quoteland.com/author.asp?AUTHOR_ID=428"&gt;Erich Fromm&lt;/a&gt;, Man for Himself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-114697467240979299?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/114697467240979299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=114697467240979299' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/114697467240979299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/114697467240979299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-u-r.html' title='What u r'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-114020395097760960</id><published>2006-02-18T00:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-18T00:53:24.090+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love Element Is Earth&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatelementisyourlovequiz/earth.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In love, you have consistency and integrity.For you, love is all about staying grounded and centered.&lt;br /&gt;You attract others with your zest for life and experiences.Your flirting style is defined by setting the scene, creating a unique moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;Steady progress and stability are the cornerstones of your love life.You may take things too slowly, but you never put your heart at risk.&lt;br /&gt;You connect best with: Fire&lt;br /&gt;Avoid: Wood&lt;br /&gt;You and another Earth element: need each other too much to build a good foundation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Element Is Your Love?&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/9782800-114020395097760960?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/114020395097760960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=114020395097760960' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/114020395097760960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/114020395097760960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/02/love.html' title='Love...'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113984598765864980</id><published>2006-02-13T21:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-13T21:23:07.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Moon and me</title><content type='html'>Life is better... a bit hard though. But I wont give up. Not now, i wont. I shall not surrender after coming so far... I will not die of thirst at the sight of the oasis. I simply will not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naureen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113984598765864980?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113984598765864980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113984598765864980' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113984598765864980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113984598765864980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/02/moon-and-me.html' title='The Moon and me'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113891305035410159</id><published>2006-02-03T02:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-03T02:14:10.386+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDDDDD" align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Belong in New York City&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.yournewromance.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/newyork.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an energetic, ambitious woman.&lt;br /&gt;And only NYC is fast enough for you.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll set yourself up with a killer career&lt;br /&gt;Or simply take in all the city has to offer.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://ynr.blogthings.com/whatcitydoyoubelonginquiz/"&gt;What City Do You Belong In?&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/9782800-113891305035410159?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113891305035410159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113891305035410159' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113891305035410159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113891305035410159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-belong-in-new-york-city-youre.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113891197568427843</id><published>2006-02-03T01:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-02-03T01:56:15.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heart</title><content type='html'>Follow your heart - its the hardest thing in the world to do :)&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Naureen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it si the most soothing..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113891197568427843?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113891197568427843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113891197568427843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113891197568427843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113891197568427843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/02/heart.html' title='Heart'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113865280716054403</id><published>2006-01-31T01:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-31T01:56:47.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>U can never overlook the power friends have over yr life. They shower u with love and passion and love u all the same. The way u are. They help u mould. It is so wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just witnessed the soul of it all. It was a friend's b day today. Her friends(those who have known her for long) had this celebration for her and all. They were so funny, so lively. It like feeling life, not just the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, what would humans do without love? Nothing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113865280716054403?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113865280716054403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113865280716054403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113865280716054403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113865280716054403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/01/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113843164593403500</id><published>2006-01-28T12:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-28T12:31:42.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="SPIRIT!" src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/ElizebethSwan37/1061307564_JunkSpirit.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SPIRIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Take this quiz at Quizilla" href="http://quizilla.com/users/ElizebethSwan37/quizzes/which%20chinese%20symbol%20are%20you?/"&gt;which chinese symbol are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;brought to you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113843164593403500?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113843164593403500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113843164593403500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113843164593403500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113843164593403500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/01/spirit-which-chinese-symbol-are-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113819325126454853</id><published>2006-01-25T18:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-25T18:17:31.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Had you loved me the way I loved you</title><content type='html'>If you only knew how much I loved you,&lt;br /&gt;You wouldnt be doing all this,&lt;br /&gt;Had you realized what you meant to me,&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't have done all this.&lt;br /&gt;Had you not stopped caring,&lt;br /&gt;You probably would not do this.&lt;br /&gt;Had you loved me back the way I loved you,&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't be doing this.&lt;br /&gt;Had you seen yourself in me,&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't have hurt me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113819325126454853?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113819325126454853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113819325126454853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113819325126454853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113819325126454853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/01/had-you-loved-me-way-i-loved-you.html' title='Had you loved me the way I loved you'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113791013891171294</id><published>2006-01-22T11:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-22T11:38:58.930+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmm! Theres something about mornings that I love.. the serenity and love that pours out of the sky at this time is divine :) Man its soo romantic! If i opt for a date, i'd go for an early morning walk! or maybe around flowers, sitting, talking, laughing AWWW thats so cute thats the greatest b day gift i cud have... mornings and flowers! I would LOVE to have my friends do that on my bday! I just lovveeeeee mornings!&lt;br /&gt;HAd aaloo ka paratha yesterday, for the second time after coming to LUMS! YUMSS!!! i like the nashta here!&lt;br /&gt;Trying to study, DID study ALHAMDULILAH! Gota study mice now... just studied human behaviour while sitting outside the academic block :)&lt;br /&gt;SO cool! I love these dayss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113791013891171294?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113791013891171294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113791013891171294' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113791013891171294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113791013891171294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/01/hmm-theres-something-about-mornings.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113726564957172232</id><published>2006-01-15T00:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-15T00:37:29.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has gotten so hollow suddenly. The things that matter, the things i live for. Its gotten so lonely, i am paralysed. I will leave home tommorow INSHALLAH. See , i wanna go, i dun wana stay but i miss this cozy home so much. I feel a hollowness within me... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I even hafta work. Mids hain next week. I wonder where life will take me. This lonliness is so like me yet so unwanted... why am i not changing it? How do i change it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Options:-&lt;br /&gt;Get a boyfriend...&lt;br /&gt;Contact a close friend.. talk to him at this hour... be as mysterious as u feel, just be frank...&lt;br /&gt;scream, shout and cry...&lt;br /&gt;stay home(I wud never do that!)&lt;br /&gt;Write abt it..(thats what I am doing :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am gona miss home... but its ok. Sometimes i feel i just dunt connect. I am hurting within. I know, I need to have a heart to heart with someone... but i dunno how i feel!&lt;br /&gt;I gota learn to deal with this stuff... i will be leaving and coming a lot INSHALLAH... so i better get used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. : u have hurt me. U have so hurt me. How u gona live with it? How u gona bear it? U still mean a lot to me u know and i still trust u!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113726564957172232?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113726564957172232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113726564957172232' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113726564957172232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113726564957172232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/01/life-has-gotten-so-hollow-suddenly.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113627995914828627</id><published>2006-01-03T14:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:49:19.163+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If at times you want to cry,And life seems such a trial,Above the clouds, there's a bright blue sky,So make your tears a smile.As you travel on life's way,With its many ups and downs,Remember, it's quite true to say,One smile is worth a dozen frowns.Among the world's expensive things,A smile is very cheap,And when you give a smile away,You get one back to keep.Happiness comes at times to all,But sadness comes unbidden,And sometimes a few tears must fall,Among the laughter hidden.So when friends have sadness on their faces,And troubles round them piled,The world will seem a better place,And all because you smiled!~Unknown artist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113627995914828627?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113627995914828627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113627995914828627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113627995914828627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113627995914828627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/01/if-at-times-you-want-to-cryand-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113627871908773282</id><published>2006-01-03T14:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-03T14:28:39.103+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I wanna groannnnnnnnnn!</title><content type='html'>I have a cold. I ahve been feeling distant and snappy wid everybody lately... even before the cold started... had some asthma trouble today, ALHAMDULILAH its fine now.. but i so wana groan......................... I hate my life I JUST HATEEEEEEEEEEE IT!!!!!!! ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o man, its times such as these where u gota show patience... man ... fuck it up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113627871908773282?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113627871908773282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113627871908773282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113627871908773282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113627871908773282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-wanna-groannnnnnnnnn.html' title='I wanna groannnnnnnnnn!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113615901502503634</id><published>2006-01-02T05:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-01-02T05:13:35.060+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Happy new year!!! :D&lt;br /&gt;4:41 am and am up!! studying and tafree too!&lt;br /&gt;Hm  updates?? man i feel so hungry in wintersss!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113615901502503634?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113615901502503634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113615901502503634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113615901502503634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113615901502503634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-new-year-d-441-am-and-am-up.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113415328230331976</id><published>2005-12-09T23:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-10T00:04:42.343+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Death and Love</title><content type='html'>There was this lady.. must be 40 something.. she lived in the same apartments as me. She died. I just found out. I dunno when but recently she passed away, mom didnt tell me coz i was already sick.I feel so overwhelmed, shes gone. We used to attend prayers together. Morning prayers together.. I never felt safe going alone, she always took me with her. Those were restless nights for me. Had stuff on my mind. I was basically haunted. Haunted. Those prayers were my solace. I still remember those haunted nights. SHe was so proud of me. LUMS and all ALHAMDULILAH. She was divorced, had no kids. Used to live with her mom. Her mother's still alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last time she met me, she asked me to pray for her mother( her mom was sick). She was like, "You are a daughter, God will listen to you. Please pray for my mom that God restores her health." she said something like that. I did. And her mom's ok, i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be so hard for her. Losing a daughter like that. That lady died of a heart attack. She always asked me to visit her home. She was soo active MASHALLAH. She was a teacher and was into social work too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God grant her peace and love. AAMEEN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you and will miss you always. No matter what now, u have filled these places in my life with love. and i love u for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for everyone who, at one point in time has meant something to me and has filled me with love. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Naureen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113415328230331976?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113415328230331976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113415328230331976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113415328230331976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113415328230331976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/12/death-and-love.html' title='Death and Love'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113389885350041736</id><published>2005-12-07T01:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-07T01:24:13.526+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hmm....</title><content type='html'>Do u feel offended when I say life is 'fucked up'?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah staying out in the cold.. after posting yr blogs, sitting out in the cold and crying aint the wisest thing to do... i did have someone by my side(my friend saw me and stayed with for long and talked to me and comforted me...  sardiii lag gayeee been soo sick! and now my abs hurt:D ouch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah friends make life easier but no crying or eating ice cream in a collddd seasoon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113389885350041736?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113389885350041736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113389885350041736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113389885350041736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113389885350041736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/12/hmm.html' title='hmm....'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113364109071707388</id><published>2005-12-04T01:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-12-04T01:48:10.740+05:30</updated><title type='text'>the pain...</title><content type='html'>WHy? why do people hurt ya&gt; why do people not care when u care bac?why am i so dissatisfied why does it hurt so much? A part of mewants to sit and cry another part of me wants to go bac to my friends roomand cry my eyes out. People hurt ya dun they, they dun really care.Why do i care so much?why, why, why?it feels pointless, its causing me so much pain.\I feel numb with pain and worry. I gota work thisits been years... ive been disappointed since childhood thru thingslike these, pain, ignorance, carelessness. WHy cant ppl for once understand how sensitive i am and take care of it?\how much shud i adjust&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wana go n cry but it wont get me anywhere,... its nor worth itttttttttttGodd... what do u do when it hurts, it hurts so bad... ppl u love so much hurt uthey really really do...&lt;br /&gt;ugh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113364109071707388?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113364109071707388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113364109071707388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113364109071707388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113364109071707388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/12/pain.html' title='the pain...'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113273883421316052</id><published>2005-11-23T15:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-23T15:10:34.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hieee! updates! + nature obsessed thoughts</title><content type='html'>I cant resist it.. the beauty of nature.. the weather is lovely here! and these windows in the lab let u peek into what feels like heaven... no its not the male hostel i can see , its ALHAMDULILAH the duck pond, the grass, benches and the beautiful sky! =o) I love it here...&lt;br /&gt;Life is good.Looking at stars at night is just beautiful. I have a good view from my hostel room :)  Friends are good. U can hang out anytime u want. :)&lt;br /&gt;I got enrolled in ma Writing and Compo course.. for the rest 3 i am on the waiting list! :D ahem! lets see..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exams going on... finals! ALHAMDULILAH 1 hogaya three more to go :)&lt;br /&gt;INSHALLAH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tc! vbye bye&lt;br /&gt;:)_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113273883421316052?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113273883421316052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113273883421316052' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113273883421316052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113273883421316052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/11/hieee-updates-nature-obsessed-thoughts.html' title='hieee! updates! + nature obsessed thoughts'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113196623640796023</id><published>2005-11-14T16:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-14T16:33:56.436+05:30</updated><title type='text'>hie~</title><content type='html'>Life is.. good ALHMADULILAH. Its one of those phases when things are better. Subtle and a bit painful and u discover this coldness and resilience within you that helps you surpass thoughts that destruct yr peace. It is one of those phases for me. I know things arent perfect, but INSHALLAH they INSHALLAH will get better. I have faith, in the rewards and return of my struggle. I am gonna surpass it. That I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a feeling that when I reach a moment I abstractly aspire for, I will look back at this time and be proud. Feel the sweetness of the struggle that defines certain aspects of my life. That shall be good. The basic attraction now is teh future that holds love and peace. Some extension of the present. I am loved. I will be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now,INSHALLAH i can, i will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Naureen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. : Foofu, Baray Bhaloo, ullu, dhakan and dabba, nutian, thats what i call u. But these are just variables for the wonderful person inside u... Keep smiling! new name: orange!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113196623640796023?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113196623640796023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113196623640796023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113196623640796023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113196623640796023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/11/hie_14.html' title='hie~'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113074376278187937</id><published>2005-10-31T12:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-11-03T03:31:41.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>We are gona create a miracle</title><content type='html'>living. living&lt;br /&gt;with my own preferences&lt;br /&gt;Choices made&lt;br /&gt;things chosen&lt;br /&gt;consequences appeared&lt;br /&gt;Is life always what it appears to be?&lt;br /&gt;arent surprises around the corner?&lt;br /&gt;do u believe in serendipity.&lt;br /&gt;R u strong enough to account for yr own choices?&lt;br /&gt;do u believe in yrself like u never waiver?&lt;br /&gt;do u trust yrself really?&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i dont&lt;br /&gt;i dont feel worthy enough!&lt;br /&gt;do u trust God and dump stuff on him?&lt;br /&gt;I think i do&lt;br /&gt;or do u trust Him to work with u.&lt;br /&gt;I do do that :)&lt;br /&gt;Coz its so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of building&lt;br /&gt;The solace of struggle&lt;br /&gt;The life to be lived&lt;br /&gt;the song to be sung&lt;br /&gt;coz its all worth it&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it true that u do not know the real worth of thing until u use them&lt;br /&gt;until u need them&lt;br /&gt;and they give it to u&lt;br /&gt;and what u do with it&lt;br /&gt;arent u the architect of worth then?&lt;br /&gt;U do have the power within.&lt;br /&gt;You do,&lt;br /&gt;yes, you do.&lt;br /&gt;How do you work with it then?&lt;br /&gt;do u blame yrself on missing out on stuff&lt;br /&gt;coz yr norms suggest them&lt;br /&gt;dont u cherish those serene, inward smile moments taht last forever..&lt;br /&gt;just coz they existed once&lt;br /&gt;and promise even better days to come&lt;br /&gt;have u ever cried so much that u were compelled to ask the Angels to help out&lt;br /&gt;coz God didnt seem to listen&lt;br /&gt;That u did trust Him&lt;br /&gt;but u trusted not the power within&lt;br /&gt;You wanted different things&lt;br /&gt;not what was given to u&lt;br /&gt;but what wasnt&lt;br /&gt;and have u ever achieved them?&lt;br /&gt;have u seen and felt things change&lt;br /&gt;through it all&lt;br /&gt;the pain ... the pleasure and the pain&lt;br /&gt;and then realized the things u never trusted&lt;br /&gt;are the things that trust u&lt;br /&gt;the things u were scared of&lt;br /&gt;are the things that make u strongest&lt;br /&gt;that gift u taht ounce of love&lt;br /&gt;that a pound of pretense and preferences can never give.&lt;br /&gt;It only works to fool yourself&lt;br /&gt;but then this ounce of love makes me surpass it all&lt;br /&gt;not forget it but helps u deal with it&lt;br /&gt;thats the way i am feeling&lt;br /&gt;I am messing up&lt;br /&gt;I am making blunders&lt;br /&gt;I am not fully satisfied with my body and my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;but i am working towards my goals&lt;br /&gt;and i am achieving them&lt;br /&gt;I trust Him to trust me&lt;br /&gt;I know He has made me capable of being worthy&lt;br /&gt;Now,this architect has to work&lt;br /&gt;and wonders will come her way...&lt;br /&gt;Planned, intended, struggled for but never could be imagined wonders&lt;br /&gt;This transition from pain to something else feels wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gather up yr tools,&lt;br /&gt;pack yrself in the moment,&lt;br /&gt;We are gona create a miracle!.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113074376278187937?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113074376278187937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113074376278187937' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113074376278187937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113074376278187937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/10/we-are-gona-create-miracle.html' title='We are gona create a miracle'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113047549589870672</id><published>2005-10-28T10:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-28T10:28:15.916+05:30</updated><title type='text'>http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Blogging Type Is Thoughtful and Considerate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCCCCC"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/thoughtful.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a well liked, though underrated, blogger.&lt;br /&gt;You have a heart of gold, and are likely to blog for a cause.&lt;br /&gt;You're a peaceful blogger - no drama for you!&lt;br /&gt;A good listener and friend, you tend to leave thoughtful comments for others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113047549589870672?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113047549589870672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113047549589870672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113047549589870672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113047549589870672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/10/httpwwwblogthingscomwhatsyourbloggingp.html' title='http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-113023736807295331</id><published>2005-10-25T16:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-25T16:19:28.083+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My sorrow</title><content type='html'>My sorrow is.. your solace,&lt;br /&gt;                                For in helping me,&lt;br /&gt;                                you help your self.&lt;br /&gt;My sorrow is.. your pain,&lt;br /&gt;                                For in causing it,&lt;br /&gt;                                you hurt yourself.&lt;br /&gt;My sorrow is.. your most sensitive self,&lt;br /&gt;                                Then,&lt;br /&gt;                                Are we not one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Naureen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-113023736807295331?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/113023736807295331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=113023736807295331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113023736807295331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/113023736807295331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-sorrow.html' title='My sorrow'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112951454184013243</id><published>2005-10-17T07:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-17T07:32:21.840+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Top of the world and looking, down on creation.....</title><content type='html'>I love  mornings! esp when i am up! been up since 11:30 pm and am lovin' it. Studied, shugal kiya, sehri ki, namaz parhi and pre-lab ki!!! I like the LUMS campus! I opt for havin sehri outside the hostel, PDC is so full of life. I like noise!! :) I even make it a point not to eat alone in my room! just bug ppl and talk to them its fun!!! LOL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112951454184013243?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112951454184013243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112951454184013243' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112951454184013243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112951454184013243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/10/top-of-world-and-looking-down-on.html' title='Top of the world and looking, down on creation.....'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112915835260094329</id><published>2005-10-13T04:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-10-17T07:29:30.130+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Come find me now</title><content type='html'>Come find me now,&lt;br /&gt;I am all gone.&lt;br /&gt;The treasure that was me,&lt;br /&gt;Has flown.&lt;br /&gt;In its place remains,&lt;br /&gt;A sign.&lt;br /&gt;A testimony that you&lt;br /&gt;hurt me.&lt;br /&gt;hurt me hard,&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am gone&lt;br /&gt;And you, all alone,&lt;br /&gt;In your ignorance,&lt;br /&gt;Can't name your pain.&lt;br /&gt;It's me.&lt;br /&gt;I am your pain.&lt;br /&gt;Come find me now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naureen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112915835260094329?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112915835260094329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112915835260094329' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112915835260094329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112915835260094329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/10/come-find-me-now.html' title='Come find me now'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112715338069247619</id><published>2005-09-19T23:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-19T23:39:40.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heyy!</title><content type='html'>I like it here! Morning walks and all. I like the ducks here. And i saw a squirrel today! It was soo cutee! It gets lonely here sometimes but mornings at LUMS are beautiful!!! I Like receiving calls from friends from time to time :) SOmeone got a cultus and is what appears to be a crazy Gol Gappa fan! :) I slept at a class time. Missed it. 0.25% of my total grade gone :D but nah, never mind, i am not gona turn into a freak! I gotta take things slowly! LOL and these things happen. The class was at 3:30 and i woke up at 3:50 pm :D But I feel much better now. The past few days were hard,.. asthama and all. It gets so frustuating sometimes, you cant breathe. I cried before sleeping in one of those days. But then I put a smile on ma face and had faith that things wud get better INSHALLAH :) And God listened :) I am much better now.  Yeah had dinner at PDc warna hostel mein hi khana magwati thi!&lt;br /&gt;I like my friends here too, we kid around a lot! They tease me with, "Main ja raha hoon." A phrase i use a lot :) If u find ppl of yr type, its much fun!! :) Hostel life is good too. We have a beautiful hostel. It feels like i am writing an essay!&lt;br /&gt;Better get bac to work! I even love the gym here! Aerobics classes are fun :)&lt;br /&gt;Tc byee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112715338069247619?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112715338069247619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112715338069247619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112715338069247619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112715338069247619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/09/heyy.html' title='Heyy!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112645709245270716</id><published>2005-09-11T22:06:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-11T22:14:52.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thats the way I like it</title><content type='html'>I like it here at LUMS. Its more peaceful, more me. I am finally adjusting here. I like the mornings here.. they are serene and beautiful! I liek my friends here. I feel happier too, i guess. I am happier but then there are ups and downs. The thing i love most abt the dorms is they are well maintained and i can come and get some sleep in between classes if theres a good time gap! I think I am finally adjusting. And setting yr priorities, caring for yr friends feels wonderful!! :)  Althoug i am more of a recluse here LOL, running around, doing my chores, mostly alone but i like being wid ppl. I dun follow a particular set of friends to do all activities with, I share activities with different groups of ppl that feels excellent. I like knowing the juniors here that I know, Ahad and Saqib that is.there are certain friends who remain special no matter what!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112645709245270716?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112645709245270716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112645709245270716' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112645709245270716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112645709245270716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/09/thats-way-i-like-it_11.html' title='Thats the way I like it'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112576375499706849</id><published>2005-09-03T21:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-03T21:39:15.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am not</title><content type='html'>I am not ok. I dun feel so. Things are weird. No turning back! I know that things are gonna be fine. I know its gona be alright. But still I am miserable. Yeah, "Hope deferred maketh the heart sick." Its making me sick. I have never felt so lonely in my life. I feel like I dont belong. Its gona take time to adjust. No, I am not crying over going back home. I chose this and I am not backing off. But this is a BIG transition in ma life. I am ok. I will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not not be fine :) Its gona be alright! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112576375499706849?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112576375499706849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112576375499706849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112576375499706849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112576375499706849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-not.html' title='I am not'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112567706494575548</id><published>2005-09-02T21:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-09-02T21:34:24.956+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In LUMS and lovin it!</title><content type='html'>I am lonely. I am confused. But I have the hope that things are going to be fine! I love this place. The pond, the ducks, the green grass. The hostel too. But room's messy but gotta clean up! I love being here. Its scary being on yr own but it feels good. I do feel insecure. And here, there's this strong need to embrace who u are!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will get back soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112567706494575548?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112567706494575548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112567706494575548' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112567706494575548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112567706494575548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/09/in-lums-and-lovin-it.html' title='In LUMS and lovin it!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112528359996041322</id><published>2005-08-29T08:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-29T08:41:45.700+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Things I have learnt at age 19</title><content type='html'>Got this idea from Absar's blog! :) It seemed lovely so here are my learnt lessons about life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am straight.;)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am caring and love to be cared for.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have the ability to get up and start anew.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I can fight and lose or win but I can fight.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes the real source to acquire your peace is the power to do something about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends matter - a lot. You are bound with family most of the time but its chosen for you. You choose your friends. Fate brings u together but you choose for them to stay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If someone is important to you, show them in every way possible.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Giving a part of yourself can either be the most wonderful, fulfilling experience or the most disgusting, horrifying experience you may have to face. Learn the difference, learn the worth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are worthy. Coz u r living in this moment. What makes it special is your choice to live it. Khalil Gibran passed away. He's gone. No matter how wonderful his writing is, he's not coming back. Hence, find your passions, love your life. Dont let anyone else's writings or works control you for too long.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If u don't hurt people, life won't give you unsurpassable wounds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Making someone feel special(when you mean it) is the most beautiful thing in the world. Its the greatest feeling :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you pick a fallen crumb from a floor, it wont necesarily be what you thought it to be!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be gentle with yourself and take care of yourself.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Forgive yourself for the mistakes you made but always try to fix them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If, in a relationship, you receive more negitive or indifferent behaviour than positive, loving behaviour, its not worth being emotionally attached to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;What have u learnt??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112528359996041322?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112528359996041322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112528359996041322' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112528359996041322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112528359996041322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/things-i-have-learnt-at-age-19.html' title='Things I have learnt at age 19'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112493970099383986</id><published>2005-08-25T08:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-25T08:45:01.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its all coming to me</title><content type='html'>Why is it all coming back to me? The memories of last year and my struggles. Maybe it signifies closure. which is good.&lt;br /&gt;U know whats the most soothing thing when u wanna get away from everyone and just be yrself when u r really down? sitting on the cool tile floor. I have spent so many minutes lying down on the tile floor, crying so many tears, staring at the ceiling. Its soothing as far as channeling out yr feelings is concerned. But that was months back. Why am i feeling this way now? Closure. It has to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112493970099383986?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112493970099383986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112493970099383986' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112493970099383986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112493970099383986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/its-all-coming-to-me.html' title='Its all coming to me'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112493686934344304</id><published>2005-08-25T07:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-25T07:57:49.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am awfully proud of this!:)</title><content type='html'>Who is she?&lt;br /&gt;She walks like the night,&lt;br /&gt;Calm and placid like the ocean blue.&lt;br /&gt;But who's she?&lt;br /&gt;I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;If it's important!&lt;br /&gt;She's every person&lt;br /&gt;I've ever come across&lt;br /&gt;She is every man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sums up all there is in eternity&lt;br /&gt;And loves with her own heart-and in her own way.&lt;br /&gt;Hate she knows not&lt;br /&gt;Only rage dwells in her heart.&lt;br /&gt;But what are these rare days of serenity?&lt;br /&gt;That manifest in her own self!&lt;br /&gt;Is she two people?&lt;br /&gt;Or just one?&lt;br /&gt;Is she too much?&lt;br /&gt;Or just enough?&lt;br /&gt;Is she loving?&lt;br /&gt;Or lovingly inhumane!&lt;br /&gt;Is she real?&lt;br /&gt;or really a fancy?&lt;br /&gt;What is she?&lt;br /&gt;Where does she come from?&lt;br /&gt;Is she that certain feeling?&lt;br /&gt;Or is she it all?&lt;br /&gt;What makes or breaks her?&lt;br /&gt;WHat are her dreams?&lt;br /&gt;What's so divine that calms her so?&lt;br /&gt;Yet enrages all the same?&lt;br /&gt;Why 2 reactions to the same feeling?&lt;br /&gt;What is she?&lt;br /&gt;That miracle lady?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She is herself,&lt;br /&gt;All alone.&lt;br /&gt;Struggling&lt;br /&gt;Loving and hating all the same.&lt;br /&gt;The calmness that you see is her peace with herself&lt;br /&gt;The pain poses her rage.&lt;br /&gt;In actions imposed&lt;br /&gt;And words revealed.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings manifested,&lt;br /&gt;largely crumpled.&lt;br /&gt;She is but one 'man'&lt;br /&gt;And that is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Naureen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112493686934344304?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112493686934344304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112493686934344304' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112493686934344304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112493686934344304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-awfully-proud-of-this.html' title='I am awfully proud of this!:)'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112491487497962858</id><published>2005-08-25T01:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:51:14.986+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The future</title><content type='html'>I commented n absar's blog.. abt the future. I think this can even be posted here. It means so much to me coz it compliments my dream!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! A late comment but believe me, i feel i have something worthy to share.I have come to believe that God shows us glimpses of the future. U might see this movie scene, that sort of can be an extension of who u r, or is related to u. A common experience, common dressing, common ambitions. So many things :) I think there are some things u desire. U know for the future. But u see certain things around, in friends, family, media that u find related or fascinating and at times it resembles a part of yr future :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112491487497962858?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112491487497962858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112491487497962858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112491487497962858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112491487497962858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/future.html' title='The future'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112491404764808067</id><published>2005-08-25T01:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:37:27.650+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just discovered that I cant live without love. It thrives me. And not the fake, I love but cant really help u(read I am too damn selfish) but the i will do anything i can, will help u help yrself  sort. Its soothing, it heals. Love is a wonderful feeling! And making compromises in the later is SO worthy. It feels good. it strengthens the bond and makes a relationship lighter. :) U know i read this quote, " dealing with conflicts together strengthens a relationship!" (something like that!) its soo wiseee!&lt;br /&gt;My fav word used to be 'nice' but i think I like 'cute' more now. It sounds cuter!&lt;br /&gt;I asked one of my cuzins to put aside this yellow dress for me! I love yellow!!!! dresses mein yellow looks cute. esp on gals. I think guys look kinda goofy-cute in yellow! not goofy-goofy, goofy-cute!&lt;br /&gt;I am glad i got ma ears pierced (like 3 years bac) i love wearing my earings. Though, my ears hurt now!&lt;br /&gt;Been sleeping loads! :D dun wana be tired!!!:p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112491404764808067?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112491404764808067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112491404764808067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112491404764808067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112491404764808067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-just-discovered-that-i-cant-live.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112476708907489270</id><published>2005-08-23T08:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-23T08:48:09.083+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Shopping, shopping and more shopping!</title><content type='html'>I went shopping yesterday! Yeah!! Handbags, purses, jewellery(again!), T-shirts! All I need are shoes now! Yeah! There are gona be so many bags... Good to fill up my stationery and stuff!&lt;br /&gt;7 days until I leave! Am really excited! I cant stop thinking abt my handbags! :) I have this thing for blue things! I haev like 3 blue bags already and (they are of different shades though!) I got another one yesterday! But its SO CUTE!! It looks elegant!&lt;br /&gt;Its light blue with this shiny thing on one side! (I dunno how to describe it!) Yeah i even got blue jewellery!&lt;br /&gt;And I got this black bag.... not too big, not to small! Thats why they call it bags I guess. (Otherwise it wud have been BIG bag!) :D! Man theres so much to do! Not that i really mind! But i still got this sore throat thingy. Am kinda sleepy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112476708907489270?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112476708907489270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112476708907489270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112476708907489270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112476708907489270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/shopping-shopping-and-more-shopping.html' title='Shopping, shopping and more shopping!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112464936357480341</id><published>2005-08-22T00:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-22T00:06:35.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How to make a me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="4" width="200" align="center" border="1"  style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;How to make a Naureen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ingredients:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 part mercy&lt;br /&gt;3 parts ambition&lt;br /&gt;3 parts ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Method:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to a cocktail shaker and mix vigorously. Serve with a slice of emotion and a pinch of salt. Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="&lt;a href=" method="post"&gt;Username:http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Username:&lt;input&lt;&gt;%20name="uname"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112464936357480341?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112464936357480341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112464936357480341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112464936357480341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112464936357480341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/how-to-make-me.html' title='How to make a me!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112441814474438074</id><published>2005-08-19T07:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-19T07:52:24.743+05:30</updated><title type='text'>oyeee!</title><content type='html'>logoon! where are yr comments? Absar especially! where are yr comments for my blogs - latest ones!? !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112441814474438074?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112441814474438074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112441814474438074' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112441814474438074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112441814474438074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/oyeee.html' title='oyeee!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112441731823200099</id><published>2005-08-19T07:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-19T07:38:38.243+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It rained!</title><content type='html'>Yeah !!! kinda more of a drizzle and less of a rain but it rained :) Someone told me its her b day she was damn happy!&lt;br /&gt;I hae been up all nite! kinda tired!&lt;br /&gt;11 days until i leave. Theres a lot to do which is good. I hate sitting falto!&lt;br /&gt;Found out two more ppl from my area who got admitted in ma batch! cool! Yeah wont be alone i guess :) I will make new friends too.&lt;br /&gt;i am sleepy!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm we are gona be assigned a facutly advisor! Hope mine is cute! ;) yeah they gona be old I guess but no problem!LUMS is a uni with young students ! so that balances!;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112441731823200099?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112441731823200099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112441731823200099' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112441731823200099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112441731823200099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-rained.html' title='It rained!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112431252770624773</id><published>2005-08-18T02:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-18T02:32:07.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a good day today ALHAMDULILAH :)&lt;br /&gt;I am glad to be me!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!&lt;br /&gt;I love music too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112431252770624773?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112431252770624773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112431252770624773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112431252770624773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112431252770624773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-had-good-day-today-alhamdulilah-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112431094416775607</id><published>2005-08-18T02:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-18T02:05:44.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Nothing but pennies&lt;br /&gt;In my pocket&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but faith to&lt;br /&gt;Keep me warm&lt;br /&gt;Well baby,I'd be broke without it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how muchFor your love?&lt;br /&gt;Slip my heart inYour back pocket&lt;br /&gt;All that I got toKeep me warm&lt;br /&gt;So babyDon't leave me here without it&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how muchFor your love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"In My Pocket",Mandy Moore&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112431094416775607?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112431094416775607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112431094416775607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112431094416775607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112431094416775607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112422587038581849</id><published>2005-08-17T02:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-17T02:27:50.433+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Still sore throat a bit gota study functions (maths) and wana watch friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;registered for the courses today! pre-Calculus, Intro to Computing, Principles of Eco :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I am thankful hat i renewed my credit! Love to bug friends :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times the things u truly want, u get them :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112422587038581849?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112422587038581849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112422587038581849' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112422587038581849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112422587038581849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/still-sore-throat-bit-gota-study.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112412978681013761</id><published>2005-08-15T23:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-15T23:46:26.816+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gotta Open up</title><content type='html'>I got a sore throat. Its really hurting now. When I gulp aur waisay bhi it hurts a bit... Hmm gota treat it!&lt;br /&gt;15 days left until i leave. I sometimes cant believe I am leaving. I was up most of the night last night thinking abt the familarity of this place. No, i am not some i-cant-live-without-my-home person but the reality of it hit me yesterday. I am not scared, I am a bit confused. But then, i love nights and wud love to have someone to talk to all night! someone i find interesting! yeah i can do that on holidays there, itni sari larkiyan hongi and yr interests bring u together! Its gona be fun :D&lt;br /&gt;feels weird but believe me, i wudnt have it any other way. :) I am gona work on things and manage them.&lt;br /&gt;I am getting the opportunity to educate myself, really educate myself... i am gona INSHALLAH make the best of it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112412978681013761?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112412978681013761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112412978681013761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112412978681013761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112412978681013761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/gotta-open-up.html' title='Gotta Open up'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112412308016074023</id><published>2005-08-15T21:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:54:40.170+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No one missed me!</title><content type='html'>I signed in like after a week... and no real messages! :P My computer kinda crashed and phone bhi kharab hogaya! no one missed my blogs? :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112412308016074023?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112412308016074023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112412308016074023' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112412308016074023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112412308016074023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-one-missed-me.html' title='No one missed me!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112322252137050852</id><published>2005-08-05T11:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-05T11:45:21.376+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have a cup of tea by my side. Found my 2 favourite rings... had misplaced them 2 months or so bac :D Mom ound them... am wearing them! I love being silly at home. Played wid my stuffed bunny yesterday. threw and caught him! Its fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel lighter today. I decided to let go :)&lt;br /&gt;Life feels wonderful. I feel. I feel i am walking between eternity.. am content wid the past and soothed by the future. the present is divine. I love it. Morning ... walking into the sky or so it feels!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112322252137050852?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112322252137050852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112322252137050852' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112322252137050852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112322252137050852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/have-cup-of-tea-by-my-side.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112313094833021982</id><published>2005-08-04T10:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-04T10:19:08.336+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I cant</title><content type='html'>I cant go on pretending everythings fine&lt;br /&gt;I cant really stop thinking abt it&lt;br /&gt;I am sick of thinking abt it all the time&lt;br /&gt;I KNOW things are gonna get better&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its that pain.. that dry itchy pain which prevails when the wound's abt to close.&lt;br /&gt;I think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gota collect myself.&lt;br /&gt;Maintain my calm&lt;br /&gt;Its ok to freak out sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But i gota take care of myself and of ppl i care for the most,&lt;br /&gt;who have, somehow, hurt me the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need them, in one way or the other. Thats the irony.&lt;br /&gt;One way or the other, its good. Or else, its gonna be extremely lonely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In real, I cant wait for the silver lining to unfold.&lt;br /&gt;Allah must have some grand work there. Some glory.&lt;br /&gt;I know. I can feel it :)&lt;br /&gt;Now thats teh good part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its ok, its almost over.&lt;br /&gt;Almost over...&lt;br /&gt;Another start then.. lets see... :) I am excited.&lt;br /&gt;Its my time to sit back, relax and trust Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112313094833021982?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112313094833021982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112313094833021982' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112313094833021982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112313094833021982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-cant.html' title='I cant'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112312830080447251</id><published>2005-08-04T09:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-04T09:35:00.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I know...  think</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know YoU mEan No HaRm ProBably...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But ThrOugh ThE cOurSe Of LiFe, I;Ve stoppEd TrusTing U.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cOz yOu BrOKe My HeaRt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOu cant JuSt pLaY AlOnG pReTenDing NoThinG 'Big' HaPpeNeD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coZ iT Did.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's OveR. I wOnt LeT u rIp mY HeaRt aGain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SoRry ! &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;(more of a sarcastic sorry then a felt one!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;P.s. : Never ignore yr FeeLinGs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112312830080447251?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112312830080447251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112312830080447251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112312830080447251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112312830080447251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-know-think.html' title='I know...  think'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112312435963601188</id><published>2005-08-04T08:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-04T08:29:19.646+05:30</updated><title type='text'>heyyyy!</title><content type='html'>Wassup??&lt;br /&gt;Me? better. ALHAMDULILAH :)&lt;br /&gt;I love Friends!!! the real ones and the show too!!&lt;br /&gt;Esp where Joey makes those peanut butter fingers! and the way Pheobe acts when she loses the lottery tickets!&lt;br /&gt;Hmm been preparing to leave. 26 days left. Then i'll leave. Cant believe its happening. Its like ending on an Era... almost childhood probably. Teenage years ... no i dunt feel old... the older i get, the happier I am because it makes me more aware of my existence. And I love to celebrate it. I mean I cant believe I am leaving. My favourite picture, my home, my money plant Bugsy! Whos gonna remember to water it! Maybe I shud take a part of it with me.. Hmm probably not! I think I still want a goldfish! I like caring for them! The plant's beautiful!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, been crazy abt having everything... I have prepared a 2 page list of things I am gonna need... and been studying ad math.&lt;br /&gt;I am excited. It feels weird. I mean I am leaving .. I am glad its just that... u know this is the leap... a big leap through which i cross two BIG mountains.. small ones arent my choice... had something BIG in a way before... so I decided to do somethin BIG ahead in a different way.&lt;br /&gt;I am basically doing it coz I am important to myself. My happiness IS important to me. I know its important to others too but I gota love myself. Makes me happy. Helps me care for others better. I lov sharin my happiness. Sometimes I choke out my sorrows too .. gives me more reasons to connect with friends more beforehand... b4 things get so bad that even talking abt it is hard. I love the people who support me&lt;br /&gt;I care for those who care for me. I adore them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112312435963601188?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112312435963601188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112312435963601188' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112312435963601188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112312435963601188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/heyyyy.html' title='heyyyy!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112296370160927522</id><published>2005-08-02T11:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:52:54.013+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This ..</title><content type='html'>This sadness...&lt;br /&gt;is weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sadness...&lt;br /&gt;is scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sadness...&lt;br /&gt;is deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet this sadness...&lt;br /&gt;makes all my joys worthy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may not perfectly see it now God, I do have faith in You.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe we (You and me) can create some grandeur out of all this.&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that there's happiness waiting to be embaced at the end of the tunnel.&lt;br /&gt;So, Thank You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Naureen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112296370160927522?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112296370160927522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112296370160927522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112296370160927522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112296370160927522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/this.html' title='This ..'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112295226948736980</id><published>2005-08-02T08:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-02T08:41:09.486+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hiya!</title><content type='html'>Hiya people :D&lt;br /&gt;How u doin;)&lt;br /&gt;Me? been studying ad math :D Application of Integration! Yeah !&lt;br /&gt;I got my hair trimmed yesterday! It looks better :D I dun think i want it straightened though. It is wavy but then no straight? looks weird on some ppl! plus using chemicals on yr hair. :S hmm i dun think i want that!!&lt;br /&gt;oh who cares! Gotta pace up the uni going preps soon!&lt;br /&gt;ALHAMDULILAH joined the community orkut ki... LUMS 2009 ahem! really excited! :)&lt;br /&gt;Hmm what else??!! its was a good day yesterday and today started off well too ALHAMDULILAH :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112295226948736980?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112295226948736980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112295226948736980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112295226948736980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112295226948736980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/hiya.html' title='Hiya!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112286503165591716</id><published>2005-08-01T08:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-01T08:27:11.660+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Darkness..</title><content type='html'>We can only appreciate the dark when we have waited in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that darkness and light are two faces of the same coin. They say that light is what prevails, what's right and what rules. They say enlightenment is divine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say darkness is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been in darkness. It's a shadow that's been cast over me. Darkness, depression, detest. But its not really me. Darkness has given me the ability to see beyond. To search, to look around for the light. Is the source divine or is the destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Naureen Keswani, have the ability to rise above it. To fly so high that my sorrows cannot follow me. I dwell. I exist. But I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love myself. I love my circle of friends who support me. I love the gifts I receive. I love life to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, Naureen Keswani, am not the dark which takes over me... I am influenced &lt;em&gt;by&lt;/em&gt; it. But this in no way, in no particular, certain way defines who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being in the darkness has been good. It &lt;em&gt;has&lt;/em&gt; given me the ability to separate darkness from the dark. Whats already dark is dark and it influences. But yr being in darkness in no way affirms that you are the dark one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that light is all there is in the end. True.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, I through the process of life, have developed the ability to seperate the characterstic of the 'Lit'. The now lit can have been the &lt;em&gt;then in darkness. Hence, a past cannot really define a person's future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His actions do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I plan to make mine glorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Naureen Keswani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112286503165591716?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112286503165591716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112286503165591716' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112286503165591716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112286503165591716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/darkness.html' title='The Darkness..'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112286363644772555</id><published>2005-08-01T07:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-08-01T08:03:56.453+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Night Match!</title><content type='html'>I haev so much to post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I am jealous!:p&lt;br /&gt;Raheel told me all abt that night match! Mujhe bhi raat ko khelna hai! It must be fun being out wid friends all night, playing and all! I love those gatherings!!! Have I had any? Well i do remember this one nite in 1996.. family picnic tha... it was loadsa fun. All us cousins were up all night, talking, joking, playing, laughing!&lt;br /&gt;There's somthing really divine abt nights i tell u!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! I wanna be up wid my friends all night in uni and tease them and play with them and have fun!!!! LOL! Maybe i cud arrange some sorta match too! I dun really know how to play cricket! ( I think i dun like cricket!) badminton perhaps!! :D&lt;br /&gt;Absars online journal aint opening! wassup Absar?! i wanna have that "I am" thing on my blog too! I lov it! have been thinking abt what i shud write in that!&lt;br /&gt;Khair upto now! I am enjoying mornings! I LOVE mornings! They are so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112286363644772555?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112286363644772555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112286363644772555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112286363644772555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112286363644772555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/08/night-match.html' title='The Night Match!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112280667128805563</id><published>2005-07-31T16:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-31T16:14:31.296+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I have</title><content type='html'>I have learnt that past sorrows do make foundations for future bliss.&lt;br /&gt;=0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112280667128805563?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112280667128805563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112280667128805563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112280667128805563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112280667128805563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have.html' title='I have'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112260748306954802</id><published>2005-07-29T08:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-29T08:54:43.070+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Back!</title><content type='html'>AAAchoooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;Have flu!!&lt;br /&gt;(Hey that rhymed!) Its 8:35 am... beautiful morning, MASHALLAH se gorgeous person (me!) , friends dvd! Wow!!&lt;br /&gt;and i feel good that i just finished my homework :D yeah ad math ka.. definite integration to be exact. Mind u, i didnt finish the whole thing i wanna do today but a part of it.!!&lt;br /&gt;I feel like flying. I am happy&lt;br /&gt;Thank U God!!!&lt;br /&gt;Hey all of u who are reading this, in whatever form u can, share my smile =o)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112260748306954802?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112260748306954802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112260748306954802' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112260748306954802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112260748306954802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/07/back.html' title='Back!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112256770580888856</id><published>2005-07-28T21:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-28T21:51:45.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day..</title><content type='html'>I came across this beautiful, beautiful thing yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ships at the port are safe BUT this is not what ships are &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;made for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112256770580888856?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112256770580888856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112256770580888856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112256770580888856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112256770580888856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/07/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day..'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112243318930822049</id><published>2005-07-27T08:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-27T08:29:49.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Future</title><content type='html'>"You can analyze the past, but u have got to design the future."&lt;br /&gt;Edward De Bono.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112243318930822049?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112243318930822049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112243318930822049' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112243318930822049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112243318930822049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/07/future.html' title='The Future'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112196573561144759</id><published>2005-07-21T22:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-21T22:38:55.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I feel...</title><content type='html'>I feel.. strange. I feel like a stranger. I cant believe things are the way they are. I look into certain people's faces and wonder if its really them. How could all this be happening. I feel I don't belong. I cant believe its them. I just cant.&lt;br /&gt;I know I gota accept it but the pain is.. weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112196573561144759?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112196573561144759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112196573561144759' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112196573561144759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112196573561144759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-feel.html' title='I feel...'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112194188270694574</id><published>2005-07-21T15:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-21T16:01:22.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wayyy... :P</title><content type='html'>lifeee....is .. ajeeb!!&lt;br /&gt;I dwell!!! :p&lt;br /&gt;been busy wid ad math and feeling ajeeb :p&lt;br /&gt;Bhauuuu :p I am boreddd!!! i gota get out :p i do!!&lt;br /&gt;I do got out why then this bechaini&gt;&gt; No i am not in love :P sochna bhi matt :P&lt;br /&gt;cuzin's wedding.. 4 todays chalay gi!! starts today!!INSHALLAH the dholki wil be fun.&lt;br /&gt;What? What? What?&lt;br /&gt;lets see ...&lt;br /&gt;confused na? I KNOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its the headache i have right now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112194188270694574?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112194188270694574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112194188270694574' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112194188270694574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112194188270694574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/07/wayyy-p.html' title='Wayyy... :P'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112153361446876568</id><published>2005-07-16T22:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-26T23:38:02.200+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Feather</title><content type='html'>There dwelt a feather&lt;br /&gt;In a mysterious land&lt;br /&gt;It was the softest of its kind&lt;br /&gt;It's colours grand&lt;br /&gt;It moved hither and thither&lt;br /&gt;Not sure what was&lt;br /&gt;It somehow got more colorful&lt;br /&gt;In its own confusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day,&lt;br /&gt;The feather landed&lt;br /&gt;on a piece of glass.&lt;br /&gt;A magic glass.&lt;br /&gt;In light, the glass shone&lt;br /&gt;But in its absence was its darkness reveled.&lt;br /&gt;Ugly colours of dark puple, black and red and green&lt;br /&gt;All combined&lt;br /&gt;So ugly was it really,&lt;br /&gt;that it emitted ugly invisble dunes....&lt;br /&gt;Dunes of pain and lustful use&lt;br /&gt;Dunes of mental and physical abuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made the feather jittery,&lt;br /&gt;Up and down it went,&lt;br /&gt;It SHivered within,&lt;br /&gt;But could do nothing.&lt;br /&gt;It screamed with pain&lt;br /&gt;Cried with hurt&lt;br /&gt;Yet its observors&lt;br /&gt;thought the feather was at fault&lt;br /&gt;Screaming, shoutin, robbing their peace&lt;br /&gt;What they didnt catch&lt;br /&gt;Were cries disguised in rage&lt;br /&gt;Pain covered in screams....&lt;br /&gt;Yet the feather remained beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one time,&lt;br /&gt;A hard wind blew.&lt;br /&gt;It took the feather away&lt;br /&gt;To its distant land,&lt;br /&gt;The only remains of what had happened&lt;br /&gt;Were ugle walls of the room,&lt;br /&gt;And pieces of glass,&lt;br /&gt;Perished in their own abuse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112153361446876568?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112153361446876568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112153361446876568' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112153361446876568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112153361446876568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/07/feather.html' title='The Feather'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112128003313629752</id><published>2005-07-14T00:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-14T00:10:33.143+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I need.</title><content type='html'>I need love&lt;br /&gt;I do I do I just do.  I have to create my own circle of sanity.&lt;br /&gt;I just have to.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gona.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112128003313629752?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112128003313629752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112128003313629752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112128003313629752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112128003313629752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-need.html' title='I need.'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-112107713397401052</id><published>2005-07-11T15:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-07-11T15:48:53.980+05:30</updated><title type='text'>wow</title><content type='html'>Why did i type (almost!) underworld instead of naureenkeswani today??? !!!&lt;br /&gt;I wonder!&lt;br /&gt;Went to the dentist! I got cavaties. almost a month and a half left. Am in karachi then... Lahore. LUMS. new journey. a lot of dreams. ALHAMDULILAH loads of potential. lot of dealing. lot of hardwork and lot of value!&lt;br /&gt;and..&lt;br /&gt;my new joggers! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-112107713397401052?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/112107713397401052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=112107713397401052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112107713397401052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/112107713397401052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/07/wow.html' title='wow'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111954674423669955</id><published>2005-06-23T22:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-23T22:42:24.246+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An Update</title><content type='html'>Just tried to shift the computer table... I hate sitting on the bed instead of the chairrr!! Yeah space nahi thii!! Hmm  I played badminton today. The cock got stuck in the tree so decided to use scotch tape in its place. It bounced well but cudnt focus. It moves too fast. Aim nahi lagta sahi. Practise needed. I even got a rubber ball to play wid. Inspite of these pecularities, we enjoyed it. Man I love mornings :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111954674423669955?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111954674423669955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111954674423669955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111954674423669955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111954674423669955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/update_23.html' title='An Update'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111943658727186596</id><published>2005-06-22T16:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-22T16:06:27.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An update</title><content type='html'>I dun really like it here. My computer moved!! into my bros room. This room IS cooler but still.. the last room had more privacy!!! yeah i cud tap away all night. Khair, all's well. I got bored outa net anyways. But still these updates are lovely. Everytime I do something or feel something... I think abt how I wud mention it in ma blog!!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;I need to c a dentistt! cavities. gota get Sophie's World. Need ot read it. Want my own copy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111943658727186596?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111943658727186596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111943658727186596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111943658727186596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111943658727186596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/update.html' title='An update'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111917816457190935</id><published>2005-06-19T15:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-19T16:19:24.576+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>ALHAMDULILAH i got admission in LUMS :) I am so happy I feel speechless and crazy all at the same time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111917816457190935?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111917816457190935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111917816457190935' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111917816457190935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111917816457190935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/hie.html' title='Hie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111855187461013460</id><published>2005-06-12T09:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-12T10:21:14.613+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friends are the best!</title><content type='html'>ALHAMDULILAH , thank God ....Friends are the best!! They just are:)&lt;br /&gt;"Friendship is a golden chain&lt;br /&gt;If u break it,&lt;br /&gt;U will always be in pain."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111855187461013460?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111855187461013460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111855187461013460' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111855187461013460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111855187461013460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/friends-are-best.html' title='Friends are the best!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111848862172988456</id><published>2005-06-11T16:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-11T16:47:01.733+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>I am good! wassup with u??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111848862172988456?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111848862172988456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111848862172988456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111848862172988456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111848862172988456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111811369177708106</id><published>2005-06-07T08:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:38:11.780+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny Thing!</title><content type='html'>I watered the money plant around 6 :30 am! And then... the newspaper guy left the newspapers nearby!!! Soaked news! :) Yeah. I worked on spreading them out under the fan to dry them!! finally dried almost! But still look funny! Wonder what dad's gona say!!&lt;br /&gt;Memorable Morning! =0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111811369177708106?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111811369177708106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111811369177708106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111811369177708106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111811369177708106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/funny-thing.html' title='Funny Thing!'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111809578590248793</id><published>2005-06-07T03:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-07T03:39:45.906+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>Hmm. Let's get my problems in perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The IBA test. Its been bugging me. I am eager for LUMS result but I gotta be logical. Yeah THE test. To be very honest, I dun really wanna do BBA. Then why the rush? Glory huh? Also not having many other choices but honestly, BBA aint MY passion. It might be someone else's its not minee! I wanna do Bachelors in Econ!! That I gota focus on? Yes I will prepare for IBA's test... but I am NOT freaking out. I wont change my passion for glory, I just wont!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111809578590248793?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111809578590248793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111809578590248793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111809578590248793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111809578590248793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111797964892480577</id><published>2005-06-05T18:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-05T19:24:08.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Live</title><content type='html'>I command..&lt;br /&gt;I command the forces of nature&lt;br /&gt;To rip the stiches off my soul&lt;br /&gt;And fill me with themselves&lt;br /&gt;Teach me, caress me&lt;br /&gt;Make me stronger&lt;br /&gt;So far I wanna go&lt;br /&gt;Where no one has ever reached&lt;br /&gt;My sky has no end&lt;br /&gt;Let my flight be limitlessly strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna...&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel myself&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel&lt;strong&gt; Life&lt;/strong&gt; itself&lt;br /&gt;Enough of looking back&lt;br /&gt;Help me bounce higher&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go so high&lt;br /&gt;Above the sky&lt;br /&gt;Where my sorrows are not strong enough to fly with me&lt;br /&gt;I wanna reach that place&lt;br /&gt;I wanna feel it&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live, God,&lt;br /&gt;I wana live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111797964892480577?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111797964892480577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111797964892480577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111797964892480577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111797964892480577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-wanna-live.html' title='I Wanna Live'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111792452148113950</id><published>2005-06-05T03:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-05T04:05:21.483+05:30</updated><title type='text'>More</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It hurts me to hurt my loved ones even when they are wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When I hate, I really really hate. Same goes for love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I have spent a lot of my days lying down, staring at the ceiling, imagining I was in a different place.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am a writer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Survival means something to me, so does pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like being happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like working and thinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dont really like beaches. I think they are gloomy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love the colour baby blue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like yellow clothes. I think yellow makes me look pretty.=o)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I imagine giving good things to my friends on their birthdays and any other time. Whatever I feel wud make them happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I can get scared easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dont really like men.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think the knowledge of Him is a gift God has granted us with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think tasbihs are soothing. They are sooo soothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like being told that I am special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dont believe things easily sometimes. I can be REALLY stubborn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I love gifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like ice cream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like making people laugh(not on me!!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like Friends the tv show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I wanna learn to drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I think polar bears must be really fluffy to touch but I dun wanna find out. (They are wild!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I like fish - eating ke liye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;INSHALLAH WHen I get a goldfish, I am gona name him Bozo:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I dun like being aimless. I like being focused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have learnt that your greatest duty is to yr ownself. Your well-being is somehow yr responsibility. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111792452148113950?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111792452148113950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111792452148113950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111792452148113950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111792452148113950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/more.html' title='More'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111792396925353297</id><published>2005-06-05T03:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-05T04:07:58.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Weird Things About Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes when I have been really angry, I have cried.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I hate defeat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dont like weakness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love sunrise.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I get depressed, I eat.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have an overeating problem.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like universities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like smiles too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My friends mean the world to me. My family does too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If someone I care for hurts me real bad, I get numb.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dont like being used.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I havent smoked ever.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think babies are the cutest thing.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think a baby's laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like poetry and philosophy.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love quotes.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I adore my friends and wanna be there for them whenever I can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If my friends get hurt, at times I feel their pain too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I tried to kill myself once... decided to slash my wrists. Couldn't. I ended up putting cuts on both of my hands and no one even noticed. I also slashed pages of my personal diary that time and those cuts are still there.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;As far as I can recall, I have tried to kill myself twice overall .&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have had near death experiences.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like orange juice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like winning.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like romance novels too.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think marriages may be made in Heaven but they go through hell.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like kittens.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like dolphins.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I think donkeys are cute to look at.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I like the way penguins walk.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111792396925353297?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111792396925353297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111792396925353297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111792396925353297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111792396925353297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/weird-things-about-me.html' title='Weird Things About Me'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111783545872738892</id><published>2005-06-04T03:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-04T03:20:58.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"Open the windows of your heart and life to another. Make it a goal to do an unselfish deed today, and trust God to reward you in return."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111783545872738892?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111783545872738892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111783545872738892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111783545872738892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111783545872738892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111782869661529412</id><published>2005-06-04T00:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-04T01:28:16.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>I have learnt that if u struggle to be happy, someway, somehow u r bestowed with doses of it - high doses of it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111782869661529412?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111782869661529412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111782869661529412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111782869661529412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111782869661529412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111774718046551017</id><published>2005-06-03T02:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-03T02:49:40.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thank You God!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this yesterday. I wrote this two and a half years back....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"This journey isn't going to be an easy one for the road is long and filled with awful memories but all I am there to do is re-strengthen the steel of my beliefs, shaped by immense heat of difficulties. As I go along my present journey, I shall encounter things that remind me of my past... but it's for the better.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stronger than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I wanna&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lead&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;the right way&lt;br /&gt;Chasing all my fears away&lt;br /&gt;Hearing everyone say&lt;br /&gt;I am stronger everyday."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. The power of writing. I could almost feel my strength being renewed. Rejuvenated. Writing is Divine. So is feeling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111774718046551017?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111774718046551017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111774718046551017' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111774718046551017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111774718046551017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/thank-you-god-i-came-across-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111766669299282892</id><published>2005-06-02T03:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-02T04:28:12.996+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why does my hand hurt? WHy do I feel this sudden urge to feel love? No, not lustful love I mean pure love. I just re-read the past emails I received. I needed to be told I am precious and that I matter. Whats wrong? Why do I feel kinda cut off? WHy do I want my friends to adore me? Am I not loved enugh? Kya hogaya hai mujhe?? I was watching "FInding Neverland." and i had to write this. Suddenly. I paused the movie! Yeah theres something wrong. Whats wrong? Maybe its coz I dun have enugh things to do. Maybe I have had a joy death? Or maybe a leave for that matter! No I dun think so. That cant be. God would never let me down like that! &lt;strong&gt;I am sleepy&lt;/strong&gt;I am just gonna go rest!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111766669299282892?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111766669299282892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111766669299282892' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111766669299282892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111766669299282892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/why-does-my-hand-hurt-why-do-i-feel.html' title=''/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111766360672767829</id><published>2005-06-02T03:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-02T03:36:46.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>Dont dream; its over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111766360672767829?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111766360672767829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111766360672767829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111766360672767829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111766360672767829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111765463431475383</id><published>2005-06-02T01:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-02T01:07:14.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hey</title><content type='html'>I went to ma high school the other day. Met a few of ma teachers was fun!! and why dunt I feel like blogging:S I dunno!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111765463431475383?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111765463431475383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111765463431475383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111765463431475383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111765463431475383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/hey.html' title='Hey'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9782800.post-111756572663406674</id><published>2005-06-01T00:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2005-06-01T00:27:07.563+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Listen for love</title><content type='html'>Below are words that I adore. They soothe and comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;There are times when we are timid and shy about expressing the love we feel. For fear of embarrassing the other person, or ourselves, we hesitate to say the actual words 'I Love You'.So we try to communicate the idea in other words. We say take care or don’t drive too fast or be good.&lt;br /&gt;But really, these are just other ways of saying I love you. You are important to me. We are sometimes very strange people. The only thing we want to say, and the one thing that we should say, is the one thing we don’t say. And yet because the feeling is so real, and the need to say it is so strong, we are driven to use other words and the meaning never gets communicated at all so the other person is left feeling unloved and unwanted.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, we have to listen for love in the words that people are saying to us. Sometimes the explicit words are necessary, but more often, the manner of saying things is even more important. A joyous insult carries more affection and love within the sentiments which are expressed insincerely. An impulsive hug says 'I love you'even though the words might be saying very different.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is listening for love is that we don’t always understand the language of love which the other person is using. A girl may use tears or emotions to say what she wants to say, and her boyfriend may not understand her because he expects her to be talking his language.&lt;br /&gt;We have to listen for love in those around us. If we listen intently we will discover that we are a lot more loved than we realise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Listen for love and you will find that the world is a very loving place!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9782800-111756572663406674?l=naureenkeswani.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/feeds/111756572663406674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9782800&amp;postID=111756572663406674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111756572663406674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9782800/posts/default/111756572663406674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://naureenkeswani.blogspot.com/2005/06/listen-for-love.html' title='Listen for love'/><author><name>Blue Water</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01054013980249468554</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
