<?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-30715182</id><updated>2012-02-12T08:19:39.196-08:00</updated><category term='summer fun under the sun'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='summer trip'/><category term='exclamation mark'/><category term='Fifth grade'/><category term='Winner'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='TAKSexclamation mark exclamation mark'/><category term='spring'/><title type='text'>Flowers of Spring</title><subtitle type='html'>Hi, I am Irene. I am from India. I live in US with my parents and my little brothers, Ian and Aiden. Enjoy my blog!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Muhammad Riyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189018079359830582</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>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30715182.post-9114198953967820975</id><published>2012-01-06T01:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T01:53:34.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check out Just For Laugh 2 - POGO! The best place for kids!</title><content type='html'>Check out &lt;a href="http://gotaf.socialtwist.com/redirect?l=2qf5c"&gt;Just For Laugh 2 - POGO! The best place for kids!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-9114198953967820975?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/9114198953967820975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=9114198953967820975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/9114198953967820975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/9114198953967820975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2012/01/check-out-just-for-laugh-2-pogo-best.html' title='Check out Just For Laugh 2 - POGO! The best place for kids!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-5618494470185356468</id><published>2011-12-08T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T09:36:22.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to India.... again!</title><content type='html'>Heyy Hey Hey homieeeezz&lt;br /&gt;I'm at the Chicago aiiirporrrrt.....&lt;br /&gt;My flight to Delhi leaves in five hours....(a loooooong tiiiiiime)&lt;br /&gt;I'm excited-i LOVE going to india!&lt;br /&gt;byeeeee&lt;br /&gt;(click on the title)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-5618494470185356468?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://indiabreaks.co.uk/images/taj-mahal.jpg' title='Going to India.... again!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/5618494470185356468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=5618494470185356468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5618494470185356468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5618494470185356468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2011/12/going-to-india-again.html' title='Going to India.... again!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-4160242366655385241</id><published>2011-11-20T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T16:20:10.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Click on the tiny play button! 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SUPER COOL!'/><author><name>Muhammad Riyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189018079359830582</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-30715182.post-2653323563868421078</id><published>2011-09-11T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T09:00:24.372-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem(click title)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It drips.&lt;br /&gt;Down.&lt;br /&gt;Down.&lt;br /&gt;It's grief.&lt;br /&gt;Misery.&lt;br /&gt;Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Down.&lt;br /&gt;Down.&lt;br /&gt;It leaves a&lt;br /&gt;Trace.&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;Trace&lt;br /&gt;of Sadness.&lt;br /&gt;Down.&lt;br /&gt;Down.&lt;br /&gt;Drip.&lt;br /&gt;Drip.&lt;br /&gt;The one&lt;br /&gt;Thing.&lt;br /&gt;That's&lt;br /&gt;Wet.&lt;br /&gt;But leaves&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;Feeling&lt;br /&gt;Dry.&lt;br /&gt;It's what&lt;br /&gt;flows down&lt;br /&gt;Your&lt;br /&gt;Cheek.&lt;br /&gt;Down.&lt;br /&gt;Down.&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;however&lt;br /&gt;Small,&lt;br /&gt;It eats&lt;br /&gt;your Whole.&lt;br /&gt;A small token&lt;br /&gt;of Pain.&lt;br /&gt;A&lt;br /&gt;Tear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2653323563868421078?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.clipartguide.com/_pages/1386-0904-3008-1257.html' title='Poem(click title)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2653323563868421078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2653323563868421078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2653323563868421078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2653323563868421078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2011/09/poem.html' title='Poem(click title)'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-7035087353798782824</id><published>2011-09-04T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-24T07:42:48.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi since forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;OMG......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;it's been a&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;LOONG&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;time&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;since i've written.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;Life changed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;A LOT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: cyan;"&gt;Well.....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for one thing..................&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #38761d; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;I moved!!!! to a two story house in a city nearby (ended up not going to India this year too :P)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;I would tell you the city, but I don't want stalkers tracking me.....:PP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;First, let me apologize profusely. For you&amp;nbsp;beginners, that means a lot i think. I'm sorry........I've been so busy being bored!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/images/empty.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/images/empty.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;My summer pretty much sucked except going to Great Wolf Lodge with fam.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And now I'm in seventh grade. Back in my old city middle skool started in 6th, but here it starts in seventh. So last year I started middle skool and this year I'm starting it again:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Life is usual and chaotic. (If u don't kno what that means, just go search it up).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Here's my new sparkly favorites list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FAVES&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b style="background-color: blue;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04; font-size: large;"&gt;Fave color: OK this changed big. From birth till 7th grade, my fave color was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;pink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-size: large;"&gt;I mean, I still like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta;"&gt;pink &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #20124d; color: magenta;"&gt;but &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;now i like &lt;b&gt;PURPLE better.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Fave song: What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Fave Actor: Imran Khan and Justin Bieber. &amp;nbsp;Well I kno JB is a singer but he starred in Never Say Never!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Fave Movie: Can't choose.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Fave Clothing: Anything that doesn't make me look fat:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Fave brands: AERO, Juicy Couture, Guess, Hollister(though i've never shopped there), and Nordstrom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Fave Manicure: French.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Fave Food: Hmm....dunno....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Fave Number: 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;thats it for now....oh yeah and pluz click on the title of this entry and it shud bring up a picture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;I'm sorry again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Keep reading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;Yours, FunkyGirl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-7035087353798782824?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.google.com/imgres?q=clipart+of+i%27m+sorry&amp;um=1&amp;hl=en&amp;biw=1399&amp;bih=779&amp;tbm=isch&amp;tbnid=N9ZjuQqKRB0b-M:&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.glitter-graphics.com/graphics/443277&amp;docid=v2xdFydqXoWalM&amp;w=431&amp;h=399&amp;ei=b8ZjTvnRIJHEsQK9geXSCg&amp;zoo' title='Hi since forever'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30715182.post-3355048490639380173</id><published>2010-12-06T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T15:07:36.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fooled</title><content type='html'>I was fooled. If anyone read my blog, I would not write this down but since no one does, I guess it doesn't matter. the 13 views was ME. You prbly figured that out yourself and let me be fooled. Well, it worked. I don't have any viewers. For now on, my blog is a place for me to write down stuff, not for anyone else to read it. K. that's it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-3355048490639380173?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/3355048490639380173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=3355048490639380173' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3355048490639380173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3355048490639380173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2010/12/fooled.html' title='Fooled'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-6612267165559263422</id><published>2010-11-28T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T10:31:02.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silly Cat!</title><content type='html'>12 viewers......I wish the numbers would go up faster.............................&lt;br /&gt;What about a poem? It's not true, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Silly Cat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yesterday I saw a sight&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The strangest sight you could see&lt;br /&gt;I have an orange tabby cat&lt;br /&gt;Her name is Melanie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's always been scared of technology&lt;br /&gt;Especially my computer&lt;br /&gt;but yesterday when I looked&lt;br /&gt;She was padding the keyboard&lt;br /&gt;And staring at the screen&lt;br /&gt;And reading about recruiters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought for a while&lt;br /&gt;Sitting inside my house&lt;br /&gt;And then I figured out&lt;br /&gt;She had gone to the computer&lt;br /&gt;because of the mouse!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-6612267165559263422?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/6612267165559263422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=6612267165559263422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/6612267165559263422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/6612267165559263422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2010/11/silly-cat.html' title='Silly Cat!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-7300996243979845764</id><published>2010-11-27T15:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:27:43.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay......11 viewers now. Let's see if this gets some attention. There was a writing competition to retell any fairytale or folktale from the point of view of another person in the same story. They have not announced the winners yet.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote Ariel's "Little Mermaid" story from Ursula's the sea witch's point of view. I copied it and pasted so here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Little Mermaid-the true story&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;By Irene Ameena&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;" align="CENTER"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; grade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;" align="CENTER"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman,serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frankford Middle School&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; am sure you have heard ridiculous stories about me, and I assure you that every single one is  not true. I mean, why would I steal Ariel, the pretty little mermaid's identity? Bless her heart, such a beautiful little mermaid, but she does have a little problem with making up stories. Why would I, sea goddess, not witch, promise her legs if she gave me her beautiful voice? All so silly! I don't want her melodic voice. Let her keep it. She completely deserves it. Let me tell you my side of the story, the true side.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It was winter, the air was chilly,and icebergs were floating on the sea. The king of the sea, Triton, knew that poor little Ariel wanted to go above the ocean and see the land. So on her birthday, with a kind smile, he let her see the ocean and breathe the air . As Ariel went above the surface, she saw a ship and a cruel evil man called  Eric and Ariel, thinking he was handsome and kind, the poor little thing gazed at  him, when suddenly the waves grew fierce and the ship sank. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ariel ducked her head underwater and when she resurfaced she saw Eric all unconscious and wet on the land. I tried to warn her but she could not hear me. She sang to him in her beautiful voice and Eric's eyes flickered. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“Thanks a lot....oh...ow...who are you?” he muttered. Ariel quickly dove in and came to my cave sobbing. I took her in my arms and cradled her against my body. I gently soothed her until she stopped crying.  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;“What is it my dear? Oh my dear, what is it? Are you okay? Come here, darling!” I spoke with a reassuring voice. She told me that she desperately wanted legs  instead of her tail. She told me she didn't want to make bad deals with me and she had heard I was a tricky one. She was saying this half asleep and all shaken up, so I was sure she didn't actually mean it. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0.12in; margin-bottom: 0.12in; font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I had just the right thing for her. I said, “ Honey, I will give you what you want, on one condition. Teach me how to get a beautiful voice like yours.” She was happy to do so and gave a lot of tips. Then I mixed up a special potion in a pot which gave her legs as soon as she drank it. I gently carried her up to land. I warned her not to go near Eric but she just ignored me and pushed me into the sea. I was so sad at this gesture that I went back to the cave and had a good cup of sea coffee, when somebody scurried in my cave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; “Who's there?” I called and I heard a lobster's voice. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;     &lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; “It's Sebastian. Don't you dare hurt me, Ursula the sea witch!” I was heartbroken at being called a witch. “I am a goddess, Sebastian. What do you need, dear one?” He told me Triton wanted to know where his daughter was. I didn't want to scare dear old Triton so I shrugged and replied that I didn't know. Sebastian hurried away. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I decided to try out the voice tips from Ariel. I tried this for a week and soon my voice sounded exactly like Ariel's! You could barely tell the difference! I was so happy and joyful because now I had a lovely voice. One day I decided to go visit Ariel. I swam up to the surface and almost fainted with shock. Ariel had a bad cold because it was chilly winter and she didn't have any clothes! I summoned her a gown and tried to soothe her. Then I understood she had lost her voice. Poor thing!        &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; As I tried to calm her down, she frowned at me and ran inside the palace. I sadly dove down to my cave. The next morning I swam up again to make sure she was not talking to Eric, but to my surprise they were in love. Even though Ariel's voice was still gone, Eric was fascinated by her beauty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt;When Ariel went inside for a drink, I drank a potion that gave me legs so I could watch over Ariel and make sure Eric would not harm her. I put on some makeup and new clothes so Ariel wouldn't think I was following her around (teenagers these days hate to be followed around by elders) and  I quickly went up to the land. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I hurried over to Eric, and tried to get him to tell me why he loves Ariel. His eyes widened and he gazed in my eyes. “It's you! You saved me with your sweet voice!” he cried. I frowned and thought to myself, “He is mad! I don't have Ariel's beautiful voice, I am just practicing her voice tips!” But he grasped my hand and asked if I would marry him. I was about to laugh and say no, but then I realized if I agreed, Ariel would not be asked to marry him and therefore would be in no trouble as the cruel man could not harm her. I nodded and he brightened. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; The next day, he arranged a wedding and Ariel was heartbroken. She had somehow realized it was me and thought I was trying to steal her love. I tried to tell her I was saving her from the evil man but she stubbornly refused to listen to me. 'Ariel! I am trying to save you!” I yelled over the roaring  waves. Just as we were about to get married and kiss, Ariel got her voice back. “I am your true love! I sang to you!” she cried and Eric realized it was her. I tried to stop Ariel and tell her this was a cruel and evil man who would at the very least kill her, but she frowned at me and was about to kiss him when I put myself between them. “No, Ariel! This is an evil man! He will push you in the ocean, or poison you, or hurt you in any way!” That's when Eric and Ariel grabbed a sharp rod and poked it in my back so hard that I fell in the ocean. I was horrified and realized now I could not stop the wedding because even King Triton agreed to the marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman,serif;font-size:130%;"  &gt; I was ashamed of myself for handing over beautiful Ariel to the evil Eric. I only hope that I can stop Eric from harming sweet, innocent little Ariel. From now on, I will watch over her whether she likes it or not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-7300996243979845764?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/7300996243979845764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=7300996243979845764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/7300996243979845764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/7300996243979845764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2010/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-8221250294814953700</id><published>2010-11-25T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:42:42.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy holidays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so here's a test to see who reads my blog(if anyone does)&lt;br /&gt;Any time from now through January 2nd, my readers MUST post a comment wishing &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;r&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Happy Hannukah&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Late Eid Mubarak&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just scroll down this post and click the # comments or Post a Comment. Then leave a comment wishing everyone a happy holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-8221250294814953700?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/8221250294814953700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=8221250294814953700' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8221250294814953700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8221250294814953700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2010/11/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy holidays'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-5647027823139349999</id><published>2010-11-25T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-25T10:01:41.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Please?</title><content type='html'>Oh My God. I feel so guilty. How long has it been since I wrote on my blog? Oh my. i last published in MAY, I'm so guilty. How many readers&gt; From 76 to &lt;strong&gt;9. &lt;/strong&gt;I can't believe it! Please come back, 67 people who left. Please? I'll publish a poem I wrote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Calculator&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think a calculator is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the most brilliant invention of all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I think there's a brain in there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;even though it's pretty small.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The number pops up&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The button goes &lt;em&gt;zing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Then the lightbulb in you head&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;suddenly goes &lt;em&gt;ding!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;2+2=5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;3+3=7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And 20 divided by two is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;oh yeah, 11!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When it's time for the math test&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I sneak it out of my pocket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And I start typing numbers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;as quick as a rocket&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What's 5 x 6?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh 29 it did say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh now I know for sure &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'll get a perfect A!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Every problem is answered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;With total perfection&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The teacher won't nead &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To make a single correction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I quickly turn my test in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and slide it in the slot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I'm the first to turn it in&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;of the whole class lot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Suddenly I get a bad hunch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;so I take out a pad of paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I work it out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;and I find out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;it's time to fix the calcualtor!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-5647027823139349999?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/5647027823139349999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=5647027823139349999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5647027823139349999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5647027823139349999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2010/11/please.html' title='Please?'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-2176011681730749967</id><published>2010-05-24T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T16:27:32.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tree</title><content type='html'>Now y'all tell me this: should I publish this as a real book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saved by the Tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1903: Emily Walsh age 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents were fighting. Went to park. Found an old but pretty mango tree. Hugged it for comfort. Saved by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 1908: age 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and friends got bored. Visited tree and swung on branches. Was fun. Saved by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 1909: age 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drought-ate ripe mangos off tree. Stomach was filled. Saved by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;June 1910: age 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very hot outside. Sweated like rain. Got shade from the tree. It was like the sun dried up the rain. Saved by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July 1911: age 13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had homework to write about something you would sacrifice life for. Was about to write mom but thought again. Wrote tree . Got an A+++. Saved by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 1912: age 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold is coming. Food will go short very soon. Hid a whole lot of food in a hole in the tree. Think we're going to survive. Saved by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December 1912: age 14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow hid house. Got food from ole in tree and used bark to create fire. Even though a blizzard came, under the tree, with the heat and food, we survived. Saved by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 1922: age 24&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Married. Bad debt, so government made me deal. House must be very stable and last through coming up storm or else I leave. Sadly cut down the tree and used it for house. With it, not a hair on my head shook. Saved by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September 1972: age 74&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back hurts. Used tree stump and rested. Have strange disease .Will die soon.&lt;br /&gt;Saved by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 1972&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Will, Emily's husband. Emily's grave lies on top of an old tree stump. I wonder why. But they had no place to bury her except this.&lt;br /&gt;Saved by the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2176011681730749967?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2176011681730749967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2176011681730749967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2176011681730749967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2176011681730749967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2010/05/tree.html' title='The Tree'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-5488097639620283434</id><published>2010-05-12T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T12:56:44.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello hello hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM NOT MOVING THIS SUMMER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOAH_OH_OH!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And plus we got an ipad!!! &lt;br /&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-5488097639620283434?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/5488097639620283434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=5488097639620283434' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5488097639620283434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5488097639620283434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2010/05/hello-hello-hello.html' title='Hello hello hello'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-3100148975285592933</id><published>2010-02-01T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:35:03.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem and stuff</title><content type='html'>My friend, Nazaha on "nazahasherule.wordpress.com" wrote some really, really, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY good &lt;/span&gt;poems. You should check her blog out. You can by clicking the title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy bacause I have approximately &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;76 &lt;/span&gt;views on my blog. Did I get my  readers back?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never would...&lt;br /&gt;eat green beans&lt;br /&gt;eat green peas&lt;br /&gt;purposely cut my finger&lt;br /&gt;or worse - my knees!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never would...&lt;br /&gt;throw up on my shoes&lt;br /&gt;turn down a book&lt;br /&gt;take a secret box&lt;br /&gt;without taking a teensy look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never would...&lt;br /&gt;hate my baby bro&lt;br /&gt;hit him bad&lt;br /&gt;then scold him again&lt;br /&gt;if he's sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right&lt;br /&gt;I never would&lt;br /&gt;But if I wanted to&lt;br /&gt; I could!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-3100148975285592933?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/3100148975285592933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=3100148975285592933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3100148975285592933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3100148975285592933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2010/02/poem-and-stuff.html' title='Poem and stuff'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-5933791554686564462</id><published>2010-02-01T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T15:24:35.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gift of Sight</title><content type='html'>I can't, I know&lt;br /&gt;but I'll never give up hope&lt;br /&gt;People who do that&lt;br /&gt;are immediately dopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's impossible, I know&lt;br /&gt;the doctor said so&lt;br /&gt;But I know that&lt;br /&gt;I'll never say no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a baby bird;&lt;br /&gt;But I can try and try&lt;br /&gt;If I practice&lt;br /&gt;maybe I can fly and fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do wish&lt;br /&gt;to be what I can be&lt;br /&gt;I really do wish&lt;br /&gt;that I could see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-5933791554686564462?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.blindness.org/' title='The Gift of Sight'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/5933791554686564462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=5933791554686564462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5933791554686564462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5933791554686564462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2010/02/gift-of-sight.html' title='The Gift of Sight'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-5434261033020276414</id><published>2010-01-31T14:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T14:58:12.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching TV&lt;br /&gt;all day&lt;br /&gt;in the evening&lt;br /&gt;go out to play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Kumon&lt;br /&gt;no more school&lt;br /&gt;but even so&lt;br /&gt;I'm not  a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eating chocolate&lt;br /&gt;but thin as ever&lt;br /&gt;Never old&lt;br /&gt;but I live forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never grow up&lt;br /&gt;never move&lt;br /&gt;never wishing on a horseshoe&lt;br /&gt;from a pair of hooves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be a leader&lt;br /&gt;but work as a team&lt;br /&gt;and -   "Irene!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Huh? Oh no!! It was all a dream!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-5434261033020276414?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/5434261033020276414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=5434261033020276414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5434261033020276414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5434261033020276414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2010/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-3493718331698072069</id><published>2010-01-31T14:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T06:56:13.065-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd love to.....</title><content type='html'>I'd love to...&lt;br /&gt;go underground&lt;br /&gt;take a little ride&lt;br /&gt;talk to a dragon&lt;br /&gt;and not have to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to...&lt;br /&gt;own a unicorn&lt;br /&gt;that's pink&lt;br /&gt;get all 100s without having&lt;br /&gt;to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to..&lt;br /&gt;fly upon a pegasus&lt;br /&gt;without quivering with fright&lt;br /&gt;and not be afraid of the dark&lt;br /&gt;but comfy in lots of light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to...&lt;br /&gt;eat  a lot of junk food&lt;br /&gt;and never gain weight&lt;br /&gt;I want all my friends and relatives&lt;br /&gt;to live in just one state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to...&lt;br /&gt;meet Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;and go to her dancing ball&lt;br /&gt;but I have to admit&lt;br /&gt;I can't do it all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-3493718331698072069?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/3493718331698072069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=3493718331698072069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3493718331698072069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3493718331698072069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2010/01/id-love-to.html' title='I&apos;d love to.....'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-4273102555749842157</id><published>2010-01-29T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T13:33:42.422-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Boston Tea Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The Redcoats are coming! The Redcoats are coming!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;a loud cry could be heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We, the Patriots, thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"The British are quite absurd!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Putting unneeded tax on us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;not listening to our pleas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We'll treat those rotten British&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;like my pet rat's moldy cheese!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Telling us, so far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to give their soldiers food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now I'd like to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Quit the racket, dude!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So let's have a little tea party&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;on May 10th, 1773&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Finally we can show the British&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;just how brave we can be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-4273102555749842157?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boston_Tea_Party' title='The Boston Tea Party'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/4273102555749842157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=4273102555749842157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4273102555749842157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4273102555749842157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2010/01/boston-tea-party.html' title='The Boston Tea Party'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-2234053675001336681</id><published>2009-12-13T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:44:08.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I DO NOT WANT TO MOVE TO INDIA!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's right, me moving to india forever, early in 2010!!! I am not crying yet but there is a pit in my stomach!!!!! No more fast food, easy-going teachers....no more Megan and Shivani and all other friends!!!!! I dont want to leave........&lt;br /&gt;WAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Please comment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2234053675001336681?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2234053675001336681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2234053675001336681' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2234053675001336681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2234053675001336681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-do-not-want-to-move-to-india-thats.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-4677021080146671838</id><published>2009-12-12T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:59:17.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade</title><content type='html'>Today I went to a parade with my best friend. My brother was in it because he is in cub scouts. They throw a lot of candy and I have a LOT LOT LOT right now!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yum.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-4677021080146671838?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/4677021080146671838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=4677021080146671838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4677021080146671838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4677021080146671838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/12/parade.html' title='Parade'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-3746523445884480016</id><published>2009-12-10T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T19:32:16.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedule and poems</title><content type='html'>I have had so much packed in my schedule!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate finishing something and thinking I can relax,&lt;br /&gt;and then Umma saying, "What about this next deadline or project?"&lt;br /&gt;I have Science fair, a 3d model of a fish assignment, tests, my afterschool DI, and my trip!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Next 15th to 26th we'll go to Florida and have a 3 day cruise to a nearby island called Keywest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started writing good poems again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Markers scribbled on my homework&lt;br /&gt;Tell the teacher dog ate it&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't work.&lt;br /&gt;Spilled juice on my carpet&lt;br /&gt;tell mom I didn't do it.&lt;br /&gt;Never works.&lt;br /&gt;Messy room&lt;br /&gt;tell dad brother did it&lt;br /&gt;Can't work.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Only prayed two times&lt;br /&gt;tell the truth, I forgot&lt;br /&gt;Works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My great day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Footprints behind me&lt;br /&gt;in the sand&lt;br /&gt;no more smooth surface&lt;br /&gt;on the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put my umbrella down&lt;br /&gt;on the ground&lt;br /&gt;Ah, no more sun's rays&lt;br /&gt;going round and round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the waves&lt;br /&gt;I play a lot&lt;br /&gt;After that I put my towel on&lt;br /&gt;Even though its hot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink hot cocoa&lt;br /&gt;and eat peach&lt;br /&gt;after a great day&lt;br /&gt;at the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The strange nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down,way under&lt;br /&gt;in the deep of the sea&lt;br /&gt;lived a bogglywoggly&lt;br /&gt;that said, "that's me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughed at&lt;br /&gt;his weirdly shaped nose&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't round like  a circle&lt;br /&gt;or pointed like a hose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't red&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't green&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't invisible&lt;br /&gt;but it wasn't seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a circle&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't a triangle&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't pretty&lt;br /&gt;And it wasn't dull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you tell us about his nose&lt;br /&gt;you'll be in a famous hall&lt;br /&gt;972-555-3214&lt;br /&gt;You must be 18 years or older to call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-3746523445884480016?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/3746523445884480016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=3746523445884480016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3746523445884480016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3746523445884480016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/12/schedule-and-poems.html' title='Schedule and poems'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-2729073605545836924</id><published>2009-11-05T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T06:28:55.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sorry!</title><content type='html'>I am sorry I forgot to write for so long! It is, let's see..................1,2,3 months since I wrote! Well anyway I kept on changing my mind about camp and it's on November 4th-6th and the Sunday before it I got sick and I was sick Monday too.I was fine Tuesday and planned on going though. But, at night I had fever. By morning it was fine but I decided not to go in case I got there(you cant get a refund and its $210). I'm glad because that day I slightly threw up....and had light fever but I did go out for lunch. Also to just humour you I brought two books there and finished them and then I played on their computer. Their games got boring so I fell asleep!}o&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2729073605545836924?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2729073605545836924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2729073605545836924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2729073605545836924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2729073605545836924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry.html' title='sorry!'/><author><name>Irene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12388954970445173807</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-30715182.post-4552003186195650279</id><published>2009-08-30T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T07:46:24.409-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fifth grade'/><title type='text'>Fifth Grade Frenzy</title><content type='html'>On Friday the 24th of August, we went to Hooray for Hightower(my school's meet the teacher and sign forms day). I got the teacher I want, Ms.Reeve!!!!!! She is so nice and pretty! I first had seats with people I did not get along with but the teacher changed me on the second day. The first day was pretty good and the week went  by fast!But now I'm a fifth grader and very mature....Mommy!:)   Another exciting(but nervous) :(&lt;br /&gt;piece of news is that I finally &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;did&lt;/span&gt; sign up for outdoor school! It is 3 days and two nights...it is my first time sleeping over without my mom......im already homesick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nervous about if i have to go to the bathroom while boating or something&lt;br /&gt;and i went for an open house and there was a climbing wall and when you get to the top you have to turn over and climb down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also signed up for choir (without any auditions). In December we will have a tour day. We will go to Beaty early childhood preschool to perform,two nursing homes to perform again, and also do the same at Stonebrook Mall! We will eat at the food court there!Awesomme!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-4552003186195650279?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/4552003186195650279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=4552003186195650279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4552003186195650279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4552003186195650279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/08/fifth-grade-frenzy.html' title='Fifth Grade Frenzy'/><author><name>Muhammad Riyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189018079359830582</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-30715182.post-2362258096026707319</id><published>2009-08-17T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:44:01.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Winner'/><title type='text'>Winner is my middle name</title><content type='html'>Yesterday we had a program in my mosque.It has competitions.There was recitation,memorization,speech,nazm(song).... I did everything except nazm.nazm (nuz-um) was too hard. It was Naunihala Ne Jamaat.The tune is REALLY difficult! Well I always get first for speech but this time there was a really good one .... I got 2nd for speech, 1st for memorization and recitation,and an overall (allstar) perfomance award given to VERY few people.The last one was for behavior, attendance, homework,etc. for the last whole year.My parents promised 2 gifts and were so proud...i am too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PLEASE COMMENT! FRIENDS,FAMILY,ANYONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2362258096026707319?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2362258096026707319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2362258096026707319' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2362258096026707319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2362258096026707319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/08/winner-is-my-middle-name.html' title='Winner is my middle name'/><author><name>Muhammad Riyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189018079359830582</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-30715182.post-981832713484327600</id><published>2009-08-17T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:36:44.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer fun under the sun'/><title type='text'>Everybody Par-tay!</title><content type='html'>On Saturday we had a get- together. It was for Malayalam people. There was Amul and a girl named Anju and Nand and a lot of other people. Their parents were there too. "We played stuff".We ordered pizza for the kids from Cici's. &lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;It was so FUN with a capital J!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-981832713484327600?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/981832713484327600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=981832713484327600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/981832713484327600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/981832713484327600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/08/everybody-par-tay.html' title='Everybody Par-tay!'/><author><name>Muhammad Riyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189018079359830582</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-30715182.post-4059454393332159110</id><published>2009-07-31T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T12:25:06.892-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><title type='text'>My trip</title><content type='html'>On the day of our trip, we missed the flight. Only my mom, me, and my two brothers got the next flight....it was my mom's first flight without my dad. It was all of ours.&lt;br /&gt;We were so worried. We arrived at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas airport and sat down somewhere. By the grace of Allah my dad got the next flight.We waited in this big room for a long time with little &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; screaming and running around and falling on the floor. My dad arrived there and we went to the hotel, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Homewood&lt;/span&gt; Suites. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas  is famous for Casinos and The Strip. Casinos in my family's point of view are bad (sometimes drinking) game places.&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas is not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;much of a family place. In the strip there are casinos in every building. The strip is sort of a big many building long street with shopping and entertainment and stuff like that. There are giant models of the statue of liberty and the Eiffel tower and famous places like that. On Saturday it was almost my birthday. We went on a gondola boat ride and the rower lady sang songs and talked and even sang Happy birthday in french to me! We were resting in this big hall when suddenly my baby brother ran to a escalator. My dad ran (very weirdly,no offense) and a group of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;passerbys&lt;/span&gt; had caught &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; in the nick of time. We were so worried...and we were down and the escalator was going down so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Aiden&lt;/span&gt; could have died before you could say "pasta!"We went to a restaurant one of my best friends recommended called Elephant Bar and restaurant.It was great! It was my birthday in India so my parents surprised me with a sundae with a candle on it. They and the waiter sang happy birthday. You look at my parents!They sang like somebody died.And as for Ian he sang "Happy Birthday to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;mee&lt;/span&gt;!" to himself just to make me feel bad.But it was still awesome!Thanks MOM AND DAD! Happy Birthday to me!The next day we drove to Los Angeles and stopped at a mosque(my religion's prayer place) . We just went to see it because it is like the biggest and prettiest...it was still being built.I lost one shoe so I wore my extra sneakers. Then we drove to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Homewood&lt;/span&gt;    Suites (a different one of course) and rested for a while.It was my birthday!We went to a beach with good waves .We weren't prepared so my nice birthday skirt and shirt got ruined.But we had so much fun! The next day  we went to Hollywood. First we went Hollywood bowl and since it was so hot i got a pretty hat .Then i went to Hollywood bowl museum. We also went to Ripley's Believe it or Not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Odditorium&lt;/span&gt;. It was really cool! I have pictures here (i hope my dad doesn't forget!)&lt;br /&gt;Then we   got pictures with people dressed up as stars and Disney characters. All this time our rented car was parked at a one hour parking.It was after one hour! So we raced to our lot and on the way we saw a similar car. Luckily I memorized our license plate number and it wasn't ours.We got our car and drove to another beach with really high tides...my brother almost drowned!Then we ate at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Bubba&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Gump&lt;/span&gt; and then drove back to our hotel.We checked out and drove to San Diego.It was so pretty!  North , South East and West,where ever you look,beaches!First it was pretty.Then my dad couldn't bear to hear the word beach.   So we drove to our hotel,Hyatt,and it was the best place EVER! We are going to use Hyatt now.The bedroom was so pretty and we had a perfect view of the sea and pools.The pools had two large awesome slides and one baby slide. We went swimming that day and rested , ate at Mama Mia and  a Japanese restaurant. The next day we went on a nice ship tour to another place.There we rented a four people one baby bicycle and drove around.Then we took a ship back and ate at a seaside &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;. On the way in there was a statue on a bench.My brother was about to touch him but he moved.It was a man painted silver! We went inside and ate and had a sundae.It was good food.Before on the way there my parents got mad at me.I don't want to talk about it. Well  anyway when we came out we got out and took pictures with the San Diego Silverman(the name of the "statue").We laughed and watched every passerby.&lt;br /&gt;He would stand still and when someone came across he would jump and point at them.He nearly sent an old women out of her skin!   Did I mention we have to pay to get a picture with him and all the Disney characters and stars in Hollywood? Well he was awesome.Then we went back to the hotel,checked out and returned our rental car at the airport.We didn't mis  the flight this time (thank god):) and we returned home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The End&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-4059454393332159110?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/4059454393332159110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=4059454393332159110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4059454393332159110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4059454393332159110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-trip.html' title='My trip'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-4595858767442556888</id><published>2009-07-12T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T06:57:30.177-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer trip'/><title type='text'>My trip this summer will be...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;This summer I will be having a 6-day trip, July 18&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; to July 24&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I will be there on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;I will try to write in my diary every day and copy it to my blog when I get home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I don't&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;know the order but I'll be going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Las&lt;/span&gt; Vegas,Hollywood,Los Angeles&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;,and California(on July 20th which is my birthday).&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think there is one more but I can't remember it.&lt;br /&gt;I hope I will have fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And guess what else? Harry Potter the 6th movie is coming out on July 15th....!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I luvvvvvv Julyyyyy!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-4595858767442556888?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/4595858767442556888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=4595858767442556888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4595858767442556888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4595858767442556888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-trip-this-summer-will-be.html' title='My trip this summer will be...........'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-809323290382087330</id><published>2009-07-11T15:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T15:20:38.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*NzE2Njc*NTU5NSZwdD*xMjQ3MzUwODY4MjUxJnA9MzkwMSZkPWZsYXNodG95cyZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*xJnQ9Jm89Yzc5NDViYjZhYTg4NDM2Yzk*NzY5NTg1ZmIwZWVjZTE=.gif" /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-glittertext-start" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/toys/view/glittertext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pyzamstuff.com/blingfetti/f/f9/83324683f063793e5e919ed1e61c8c.gif" border="0" alt="Pyzam Glitter Text Maker" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/toys/view/glittertext"&gt;Glitter Graphics Maker&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/myspacelayouts"&gt;MySpace Layouts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.9NXC.gif" /&gt; &lt;span id="pyzam-glittertext-end" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-809323290382087330?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/809323290382087330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=809323290382087330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/809323290382087330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/809323290382087330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/07/glitter-graphics-maker-myspace-layouts_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Riyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189018079359830582</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-30715182.post-995381188388193305</id><published>2009-07-09T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T11:30:52.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama Queen on the go......</title><content type='html'>I forgot to tell you,but on Monday, July 6, 2009, something&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;really really really really really really really really really&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;exciting happened.(fur me anyway) Well I never told you but my school has a program for gifted and talented students called PACE. They have a summer camp from 7 to 12 in the morning called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SIGS&lt;/span&gt;(Summer Institution for Gifted Students).  I am in PACE and currently going to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;SIGS&lt;/span&gt;. Well I take the classes Science, Math, and DRAMA. In drama we had a play called to bee or not to bee.&lt;br /&gt;We had auditions for the parts. Okay, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wanda is the main bee who wants to be a Honey Bee but her aunt says she got a B-minus on her test. So she tries out for Spelling Bee, Quilting bee,or Drones.At the end a tree tells her she is already a honey bee.(i tried out for her)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Johnny Bee is a rock star helping Wanda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Queen Bee(Aunt Bee) is the queen and Wanda's aunt.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Webster is the  Manager of Spelling Bees.It is supposed to be a HE, but the person is a girl.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spelling Bees are (look above) basically spellers.They spell every last word a person says.Get it,huh,spelling bees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sonya is one manager of the Quilting Bees with her Sister Sophie.Sonya has a Texas accent&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sophie is the sister of Sonya and has a strong deep accent. She sings a duet with Sonya.They are both managers of Quilting bees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Quilting bees are (look above)basically quilters.On stage they hold a quilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hector is the nector inspector.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Roscoe is a rooster.His only lines are "Cock-a-doodle-doo" twice.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;I put the characters from most important to least&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,flowers have lines too!They are important too.Okay so continue:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Granny Smith(more important than Roscoe or Hector) is a wise tree who helps Wanda by telling her she already is a honey bee. She is an apple tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Flowers are:Bluebell,Daisy,Sunny Sunflower,Rose.....there are others with no lines or names.They are more important than Roscoe or Hector.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,now we're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The exciting news is that I got Wanda out of like, 60 people! And I dont do anything with drama at my school!.One girl in my school who does a drama program at school and made it to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GLOBALS &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;got Bluebell! I did a great job i think! Ask my dad on leavesdelife.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-995381188388193305?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/995381188388193305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=995381188388193305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/995381188388193305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/995381188388193305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/07/drama-queen-on-go.html' title='Drama Queen on the go......'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-766977157456272860</id><published>2009-07-05T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:54:16.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI*Njg*MTMyMTYxNyZwdD*xMjQ2ODQxNjY4MDE4JnA9MzkwMSZkPWZsYXNodG95cyZuPWJsb2dnZXImZz*xJnQ9Jm89Yzc5NDViYjZhYTg4NDM2Yzk*NzY5NTg1ZmIwZWVjZTE=.gif" /&gt;&lt;span id="pyzam-glittertext-start" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/toys/view/glittertext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.pyzamstuff.com/blingfetti/6/62/bb401b4dd168c08df3239e93f333e2.gif" border="0" alt="Pyzam Glitter Text Maker" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/toys/view/glittertext"&gt;Glitter Graphics Maker&lt;/a&gt; &amp; &lt;a href="http://www.pyzam.com/myspacelayouts"&gt;MySpace Layouts&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://stuff.pyzam.com/misc/CXNID=1000015.9NXC.gif" /&gt; &lt;span id="pyzam-glittertext-end" style="display:none"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-766977157456272860?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/766977157456272860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=766977157456272860' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/766977157456272860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/766977157456272860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/07/glitter-graphics-maker-myspace-layouts.html' title=''/><author><name>Muhammad Riyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189018079359830582</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-30715182.post-8021042499326943906</id><published>2009-07-05T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:55:29.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th</title><content type='html'>On Saturday,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;me and my dads friends family went to the Dallas world aquarium. It was awesome! I can't remember everything......&lt;br /&gt;But I thought aquariums were for fish,right? I think you would too.But there were awesome birds and monkeys and sloths and we would have been able to see a jaguar but it was closed for cleaning or something. But right behind it we saw a Mayan  dance&lt;br /&gt;It was so cool! Mayans are a Native &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;American&lt;/span&gt; tribe....they used strange instruments&lt;br /&gt;......One guy put his foot in fire....the other put a bended leg right  above the fire...&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS SO AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;I have a picture of it by my post.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to a Sudeshi, which is a restaurant. The food was yummy.&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to my dads friends familys house. We played for about 3 or 4 hours...then we went to the pool at their apartment. We were about to go for fireworks but we sort of missed it. On the way back home we saw them,though...&lt;br /&gt;Oh,I forgot to tell you...July 4th is our exact 2 year anniversary in the U.S...yup,we reached here on July 4th,2007 at 3:30 in the evening!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So Happy July 4th to y'all!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-8021042499326943906?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/8021042499326943906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=8021042499326943906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8021042499326943906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8021042499326943906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-4th.html' title='July 4th'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-846025698225694561</id><published>2009-06-30T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T15:39:58.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purer than honey luck</title><content type='html'>On Tuesday,June 23rd, we had pure luck. You know those cereals that say there &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;MIGHT &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;be a cash card in this box? There NEVER is! Well we bought two boxes that said that. I was opening it and there was a conversation. It goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;There might be one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IAN:&lt;/span&gt;There is no chance!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME: &lt;/span&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IAN:&lt;/span&gt;No!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;(I open it and there is one!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IAN:&lt;/span&gt;Told you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Well then there is another box and thus another conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;IAN:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NOOOO&lt;/span&gt; CHANCE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ME:&lt;/span&gt;Yes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;(and so on(yes,no,yes,no,yes,no))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IAN:&lt;/span&gt;(opens box and there is one!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Told you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes,this is all true!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS&lt;/span&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Is that pure luck or what!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-846025698225694561?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/846025698225694561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=846025698225694561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/846025698225694561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/846025698225694561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/06/purer-than-honey-luck.html' title='Purer than honey luck'/><author><name>Muhammad Riyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189018079359830582</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-30715182.post-8699872746811337449</id><published>2009-06-21T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:02:41.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SCARY!</title><content type='html'>You will never guess(or believe) what happened today. We were at Arrowhead Park(its a park close by) and a boy walked over to a big dog,and the dog jumped up and bit him! &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;SOOOOO BADDDD&lt;/span&gt;!!!!! A chunk of his skin came out . it was bitten till the bone.The dogs owner was a man and a girl.(we later found out the man was her uncle) The girl was holding the leash and it slipped from her hand. THe man first scolded her then kicked and hit the dog.The dog was actually calm! Well they quickly found a cell phone from someone and they called 911 and the fire truck and ambulance all came. They even brought out a stretcher(they didn't need it ) !!!!!!!!!The girl was only about 5 and she was so scared and crying. My mom told me to take care of her. We (me and my brother) played a few games with her. Then she went to the bathroom in a house across the street. Her parents arrived later. Meanwhile,the boys friends around him wee making jokes! He was in like um...... 9th grade or high school,something like that. His brother is in 1st grade at my school. My brother knows him. He wasn't even scared!If it was my brother i would have fainted or something!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-8699872746811337449?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/8699872746811337449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=8699872746811337449' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8699872746811337449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8699872746811337449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/06/scary.html' title='SCARY!'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-8409249998748043550</id><published>2009-06-08T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T17:37:04.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June Blues: Have YOU got them?</title><content type='html'>I left school on June 5th 2009. We had to leave Mrs.T!I got tears in my eyes.All my friends and a boy were sobbing. They were literally bawling! All the fifth graders were crying so hard (even the boys!)because they had to leave my school. June isn't a bad month,I know,I know,blah blah June is the first month of &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUMMER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;But  sometimes someone gets the June Blues,and this rare disease(only comes once a year) is very contagious. So it spreads around and..... Walla! You may have it too! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;My dad's birthday is on June 19th,so I like June a lot. But I wish the June Blues would come in another month that there was still school so maybe if it spread around, school would be closed!Maybe September or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;Well anyway,see ya later,alligators!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-8409249998748043550?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/8409249998748043550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=8409249998748043550' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8409249998748043550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8409249998748043550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-blues-have-you-got-them.html' title='June Blues: Have YOU got them?'/><author><name>Muhammad Riyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189018079359830582</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-30715182.post-7824743347439279611</id><published>2009-05-09T08:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T08:36:52.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stick Figure Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.freeflashtoys.com/?stick-figure-family"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 400px; HEIGHT: 292px" height="292" alt="Stick Figure Family at FreeFlashToys.com" src="http://www.pyzamstuff.com/family_images/9/9e/e84b0e673be3eb5e3a04a2cb290342.png" width="492" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-7824743347439279611?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/7824743347439279611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=7824743347439279611' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/7824743347439279611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/7824743347439279611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/05/stick-figure-family.html' title='Stick Figure Family'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-4557552194948675354</id><published>2009-05-05T18:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T18:56:05.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddles(Comment me the answers)</title><content type='html'>1.A man was Russian when he went to the restroom.As he left,he was Finnish.What was he when in the restroom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2.What did the boy octopus say to the girl octopus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;3.What did the boy coconut tree say to the girl one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;4.A man was murdered on Sunday morning.The police questioned the wife and servants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1: The wife said she was asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2: The cook said she was cutting meat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: The maid said she was getting the mail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4: The lady-in-waiting said she was preparing the wife's dress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The police immediately sentenced the murderer.Who was the killer of this man???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;5.Which is correct to say,the shell of an egg &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;yellow or the shell of the egg &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; yellow?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;If no one can find the answers ,i will write them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;PLUS:If someone wants to write a comment,do &lt;strong&gt;NOT&lt;/strong&gt; just click intresting,cool,or funny.Instead,click "(# of) comments" and write a comment!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-4557552194948675354?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/4557552194948675354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=4557552194948675354' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4557552194948675354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4557552194948675354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/05/riddlescomment-me-answers.html' title='Riddles(Comment me the answers)'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-501386825099221892</id><published>2009-05-03T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T11:26:00.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello.........Bye!</title><content type='html'>Today my friend was supposed to come over at 12 but now it is 1! Why did she not come yet?!?&lt;br /&gt;I am bored to death.I had everything ready.I am hungry but cannot eat because she might come.AAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.&lt;br /&gt;can't think&lt;br /&gt;She's here!!!!Right in the middle of writing!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;YAY!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-501386825099221892?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/501386825099221892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=501386825099221892' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/501386825099221892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/501386825099221892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/05/hellobye.html' title='Hello.........Bye!'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-5655366078135721952</id><published>2009-04-29T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T18:04:00.937-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TAKSexclamation mark exclamation mark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exclamation mark'/><title type='text'>TAKS math &amp; TAKS reading!!!</title><content type='html'>Today was&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;TAKS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Texas Assesment of Knowledge and Skills).To those who do not know how important it is,it is very IMPORTANT!!!Yesterday was the math one.It was easy peasy japaneasy or easy peasy lemonsqueezy(either one).I had no doubt except a shape and next to it,the shape again backwards.I was not sure if it was reflection or flipping.My mom told me later they are the same thing.TGFMM!!!(Thank God For My Mom)!!.Today,we took the reading one.It was easier!!!!I took less time.I am so tired out.Today and yesterday,the whole day is nothing except &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TAKS&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;You cannot do anything except read when you are finished.I will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; believe i am saying this,but I got tired of BOOKS and READING!!!!I will &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;NEVER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; forgive myself for saying that.We get 2 snack breaks,no talking.At lunch,we can whisper and sit with someone.We eat in our class.I am tired ,and every move i make,my bones crack!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-5655366078135721952?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/5655366078135721952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=5655366078135721952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5655366078135721952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5655366078135721952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/04/taks-math-taks-reading.html' title='TAKS math &amp; TAKS reading!!!'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-4476017344587928720</id><published>2009-04-27T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:35:40.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary  story</title><content type='html'>One day,it was a little girl's birthday.She went to the toy store.She found a clown with a big smile,holding 3 fingers up and bought it.On the first night,she heard it saying...&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm coming up the stairs while it had 3 fingers up..&lt;/em&gt;On the second night,it had 2 fingers up,and it said &lt;em&gt;I'm coming in your room...&lt;/em&gt;On the third night, it had 1 finger and said..&lt;em&gt;I'm climbing up your bed ...&lt;/em&gt;The next morning,she was dead. The parents were so sad .They were about to give it back when the doctor told them...that clown held three fingers up to show it had &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt;ed 3 children.Now he holds up 4.The finger changed in the night because it was giving her warnings.The parents carelessly threw it away. Now it is somewhere else in the world...waiting to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;KILL .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-4476017344587928720?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/4476017344587928720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=4476017344587928720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4476017344587928720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4476017344587928720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/04/scary-story.html' title='Scary  story'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-6772059728816667180</id><published>2009-04-27T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T16:24:08.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;FAVORITES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Color:&lt;/strong&gt;pink and purple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Name:&lt;/strong&gt;obviously Irene Ameena&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Food:&lt;/strong&gt;Biriyani and Tomato curry sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Place :&lt;/strong&gt;Library,Library,and the library in Washington D.C that has all the books in the world(I've seen it)!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hobby:&lt;/strong&gt;Reading,Reading,Reading,and the latter(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make-up:&lt;/strong&gt;Eye Liner and lipstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hair Color:&lt;/strong&gt;Dark ,Rich brown which looks like black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eye Color:&lt;/strong&gt;The latter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Flowers:&lt;/strong&gt;Rose and jasmine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Animal:&lt;/strong&gt;rabbit,peacock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boook:&lt;/strong&gt;Harry Potter series, The Golden Saga,Mary Kate and Ashley diaries,Roald Dahl books,Geronimo Stilton and many,many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Movie:&lt;/strong&gt;Harry Potter,Princess Diaries,Ella Enchanted,and much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite Age:&lt;/strong&gt;6 even though I am 9 while writing this.I get a lot of attention!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BFF's:&lt;/strong&gt;Megan,Donna ,Rachael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BF's:&lt;/strong&gt;Lovisa,Nitya,Nouri ,Kowla ,Nowshi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Close Friends:&lt;/strong&gt;Shivani,Anjita,Nazaha,Saegal ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friends:&lt;/strong&gt;not many&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enemies: &lt;em&gt;on the scale of 1-10,all unnamed ones are 9 or 10.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PLUS Tommorow is TAKS math and day after is reading!!!I am worried!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/30715182-6772059728816667180?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/6772059728816667180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=6772059728816667180' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/6772059728816667180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/6772059728816667180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/04/about-me.html' title='about ME'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-2717923028532538404</id><published>2009-04-18T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:17:00.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>India</title><content type='html'>I am SO sorry I didn't tell you bout going to India.I don't remember much but I'll tell you what I know.We had like 3 weddings and they were all awesome .In one of them there were really fun girls to play with and when my family was going,I stayed.It was so fun.Also one day,I went to this house.I wanted to go to my grandma's house. When we finally went,my other cousin who was not supposed to come was there.It was so fun! As shown,we also went to this hill and it was really fun.We played in sand there.Also we went to a beach another time but it was not for playing purposes.Another main event was we went to Kozhikode and my 2nd generation cousins live there .It was super and one night, we went to a REAL beach and got so wet and muddy.My parents were not there but when they called,my cousins mother told my mom we looked awful.My mom didn't hear,so asked,"what?" and my cousins mother said "I said they look so clean" .HAHAHA!!! You don't get it,do you?Well on the way home (I think) we got ice cream.We stayed for 2 or 3 days,then left.Another thing was when my cousin Nowshi's mother was getting a baby,some other cousins were going to the hospital alone.I tried to call them to tell them i have to ask my mom if i can come,but they left.So me and my brother went without asking.We slipped out the back gate.It was pretty far away.The whole time we were thinking we should go back but we never did.When we got there,it was kinda scary.When I got home I felt guilty and told my mother .She was a bit mad but I also scared her.I felt bad.These are only a few points.Again,Sorry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2717923028532538404?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2717923028532538404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2717923028532538404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2717923028532538404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2717923028532538404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/04/india.html' title='India'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-1950707946675830554</id><published>2009-04-18T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:55:30.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TIGER FEST!!! 'n my OWN room</title><content type='html'>Today I went for the tiger fest in my school .I tried to dunk my teacher but failed!I came really close ,though . Then I went inside and got a fake cast. Then, I went and got ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;It was delicious!Then, I played cake walk twice.THEN,I got my hair dyed,Then,I got a peace sign on my face.It was Purple 'n red. Then, I asked my friend , Shivani where the bounce house was.&lt;br /&gt;I said "I thought there would be a bounce house.""There is,its in the gym," she replied.I told my mom and we ran there .It was humongous!!!It was so fun We went on both of them and then the tickets were done.We went home but on the way,I saw the pie your parents booth.It isn't actually pie,its shaving cream on a paper plate.I wanted to feel it,but my mom said no.But then i found some and showed her and she didn't care!It felt really sticky and soft!!!I had such a great day!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My own room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago,I got my own room.The theme is going to be Ladybug.My brothers is underwater.At first I felt scared sleeping alone,but it was fine.My desk looked like my brothers bed in the dark!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-1950707946675830554?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/1950707946675830554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=1950707946675830554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1950707946675830554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1950707946675830554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/04/tiger-fest-n-my-own-room.html' title='TIGER FEST!!! &apos;n my OWN room'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-4398143074544573805</id><published>2009-04-18T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:41:33.647-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>To All My Readers</title><content type='html'>To People I don't know but still read my blog:Enjoy!!!!&lt;br /&gt;To People I know but scarcely read my blog:Read !!!&lt;br /&gt;To people i know who LOVE my blog: THanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;To People who HATE my blog: :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ian : xoxoxo!!!&lt;br /&gt;To Mom and Dad:Kisses!!!&lt;br /&gt;TO EVERYONE:Have a long 'n happy life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-4398143074544573805?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/4398143074544573805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=4398143074544573805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4398143074544573805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4398143074544573805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-all-my-readers.html' title='To All My Readers'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-589910926910635073</id><published>2009-04-04T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:00:03.244-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;uper flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;ink Blossoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;oses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;nside video game players&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;ow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;o outside and become football or jump rope players&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By  Irene &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-589910926910635073?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/589910926910635073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=589910926910635073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/589910926910635073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/589910926910635073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-2574728283359130523</id><published>2008-12-02T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T06:36:30.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today we're going !</title><content type='html'>You won't believe  it! We are leaving today at 10:30 this morning and it is 8:15 !Forget what I said in the other post about 'harsh situations' ,becauseit doesn't seem like that anymore.Read this sentence;how many f's?:&lt;br /&gt;The officer had  a fight made of fury and of madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you said 4,like normal people,you are wrong!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you said 6,you are a genius!!How did you do it ??? You see, most human brains don't see the f&lt;br /&gt;in 'of '!Cool,right ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt; Roses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;are red&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;soft as snow &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;smooth as cotton&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;light as a feather&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pure like a heart like yours&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2574728283359130523?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2574728283359130523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2574728283359130523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2574728283359130523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2574728283359130523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/12/today-were-going.html' title='Today we&apos;re going !'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-6082433352894203548</id><published>2008-11-24T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T06:04:18.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of India</title><content type='html'>As I will be going to India in 9 days , I think about seeing my relatives and how I will spend my time there . When I first heard I would be going to India , I thought it was going to be great . But now I am confused . Is it a good thing , traveling with the new baby through harsh situations ?But really ,relatives may be a good influence to my baby .Also,I have something to confess .It takes you away from the topic of India,but I realize I have not been writing as I used to.From the beautiful poems ,now I write silly stories.Not many people read what I write anymore .I think no one will read it now.It must be crazy! Now , back to India .As I said MAYBE it is a good thing.But these troubling thoughts are maybe clouding my mind .Something that reminds me about India is the car . When we are riding, it makes a low sound like the plane .My brother thinks it is great we are going ( I think) ;I'm glad he has a positive point of view .Why don't I have it ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;POEMS( TO MAKE UP)&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;the moon is so high&lt;br /&gt;Up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Does it fly&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE CAT&lt;br /&gt;THE HAT&lt;br /&gt;THE BAT&lt;br /&gt;THE MAT&lt;br /&gt;THE PAT&lt;br /&gt;THE RAT&lt;br /&gt;THEY SAT !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-6082433352894203548?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/6082433352894203548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=6082433352894203548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/6082433352894203548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/6082433352894203548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/11/thoughts-of-india.html' title='Thoughts of India'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-7997199586560490407</id><published>2008-11-23T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T05:57:04.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems and Songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ian's Songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I like the sun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's the only one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Which is fun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; The sun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm blue when I have the flu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm red when I'm in bed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I saw a plane in the air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But I did not care &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I saw a car on the road &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I was bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Irene's Poems&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I subwayed to my home &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tunneled through the colorful dome &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dug and dug ,then finally said &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ow , my back hurts! And so does my head ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh how it hurts Oh how it aches &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Looking for my mama's cakes &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Let me back home , please , oh , please Let me in my cozy cheese ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-7997199586560490407?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/7997199586560490407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=7997199586560490407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/7997199586560490407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/7997199586560490407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/11/poems-and-songs.html' title='Poems and Songs'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-3641872371176432076</id><published>2008-07-20T17:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:10:55.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 9th birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font face='Comic Sans MS'&gt;Today, is my 9th birthday . I was NOT  taller , smarter , stronger ( I was heavier as usual from eating sweets )  , or even prettier ( I never will be , .  I had a pretty fine time . In the evening I went  to a movie called Kit Kittredge .  I had a slice of my lovely cake . &lt;br/&gt;I started wearing shorts and long earrings now . I only have one pair of each .Well we might go to a fancy restaurent for dinner . &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face='Comic Sans MS'&gt;Chaiou,&lt;br/&gt;Irene&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-3641872371176432076?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/3641872371176432076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=3641872371176432076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3641872371176432076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3641872371176432076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-9th-birthday.html' title='My 9th birthday'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-3109357199689711371</id><published>2008-07-13T09:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T09:18:22.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Janet and the ' viper ' anmd other scay stories.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;One day , Janet  was doing some work when the telephone rang . A voice said " the viper is on his way "  . Janet thought to her self ,  its probably a joke . 3 more times the telephone rang and the same thing happened . Janet complained to the manager. He said he would be right over . A few minutes later the doorbell rang . Janet expected to find Manager.James . But it was a old man . " I am the viper " he said , holding up a bucket ." I have come to 'vipe ' your house ".&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;The lost baby &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ms.Bernard was about to have a baby . Mr.Bernard went to town to get the doctor . As they were heading to Ms.Bernard a storm killed Mr.Bernard . The doctor and neighbors arrived at her house to find her dead . She had already given birth but the baby was not  there. The search team gave up and so did everyone else . Years later people said that they saw a naked young girl with long bond hair with wolfs  but she ran away . One day they caught her and locked her up . The next day , she dissapeared. Years later they found a lady with long blond hair feeding to wolf pups but she ran away . That was the last they saw of her . &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-3109357199689711371?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/3109357199689711371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=3109357199689711371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3109357199689711371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3109357199689711371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/07/janet-and-viper-anmd-other-scay-stories.html' title='Janet and the &amp;#39; viper &amp;#39; anmd other scay stories.'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-2387787055001169986</id><published>2008-06-24T17:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:14:07.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;i&gt;ecause I&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Love it&lt;br/&gt;Of all things&lt;br/&gt;God , hey , thanks !&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2387787055001169986?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2387787055001169986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2387787055001169986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2387787055001169986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2387787055001169986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/06/b-ecause-i-love-it-of-all-things-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-2554833187796991036</id><published>2008-06-24T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T17:07:45.448-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Famly Newsletter  By IRene     for umma uppa irene ian aiden ummama</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;AIDEN  IS ON HIS BELLY &lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;Our little Aiden is growing bigger and &lt;br/&gt;just learned how to  get on his belly .&lt;br/&gt;In July he'll  sit by himself ! &lt;br/&gt;I'm glad !                    &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div align='right'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jalsa is coming up&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;Jalsa went by and&lt;br/&gt;it was great &lt;br/&gt;Everyone was excited &lt;br/&gt;  about this big six&lt;br/&gt; day trip even including&lt;br/&gt;a 4 hour flight .  &lt;br/&gt;Huzoor arrived in America&lt;br/&gt;Monday  around 10 pm !&lt;br/&gt;Irene couldn't wait for this precious &lt;br/&gt;moment. Even &lt;br/&gt;Ian could not &lt;br/&gt; help packing a &lt;i&gt;few&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;br/&gt;extra things . &lt;br/&gt;:&amp;gt;)&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face='agency'&gt;Kiyy - A !!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font face='Monotype Corsiva'&gt;&lt;big&gt;Irene and  Ian have started &lt;br/&gt;mixed martial arts class&lt;br/&gt;Their first class will be on Wenesday &lt;br/&gt;June 25 th  &lt;small&gt;!&lt;br/&gt;They seem excited ! Oooooooooooooh !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2554833187796991036?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2554833187796991036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2554833187796991036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2554833187796991036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2554833187796991036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/06/famly-newsletter-by-irene-for-umma-uppa.html' title='Famly Newsletter  By IRene     for umma uppa irene ian aiden ummama'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-1555809855552828544</id><published>2008-06-16T06:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:00:58.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOO! Summer is here !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yay! Summer's  here !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things summer means :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yes :&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Trips&lt;br /&gt;Yes computer everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yes TV everyday&lt;br /&gt;Yes Waterpark&lt;br /&gt;Yes Birthday Parties ( From this year )&lt;br /&gt;Yes  Playdates&lt;br /&gt;Yes Swimming Pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No ":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;No s&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS;"&gt;chool !&lt;br /&gt;No Homework !&lt;br /&gt;No  bad grades&lt;br /&gt;No trouble at  school&lt;br /&gt;No mean friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bad news&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  MISS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JAUREZ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Half  of me  wants to go back to school  . The other half says&lt;br /&gt;No WAY !   i can't  choose . My birthday is in one month !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to give my blog adress to my teacherrrrrr !&lt;br /&gt;BOOOO  HOO  HOOOOOOOOO !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-1555809855552828544?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/1555809855552828544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=1555809855552828544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1555809855552828544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1555809855552828544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/06/wooooooooo-hoooooo-summer-is-here.html' title='WOOOOOOOOO HOOOOOO! Summer is here !'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-6515795214233454323</id><published>2008-05-21T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T18:36:30.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone's  hero </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div style=''&gt;Today  I watched a DVD called &lt;i&gt;" Everyone's  Hero " . Ten year old baseball fanatic Yankee Irving is always the last one picked for sandlot baseball games .But when Babe Ruthe's prized bat is stolen  during the 1932 World Series , Yankee steps up to the plateto help retrieve it for his beloved idol . He embarks on a wild cross country journey that teaches him the stuff real heroes are made of , and along the way , Yankee learns the importance and meaning of friendship . &lt;font color='#cc0000'&gt;I liked that movie . YOU can check it out at Haggard Library !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color='#cc0000'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-6515795214233454323?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/6515795214233454323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=6515795214233454323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/6515795214233454323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/6515795214233454323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/05/everyone-hero.html' title='Everyone&amp;#39;s  hero '/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-1628220645220438140</id><published>2008-05-13T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T18:04:31.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>twin poem s    guess   what  they are , like  " children "</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;2 cute !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;We twins are &lt;br/&gt;2 cute&lt;br/&gt;Even when we cry&lt;br/&gt;  Because&lt;br/&gt;Everyone says &lt;br/&gt;" Awwwww ! "&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div align='right'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;2  hungry &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;We are 2 hungry &lt;br/&gt;Because   &lt;br/&gt;we go hunting each day&lt;br/&gt;  for meat &lt;br/&gt;Our names starts with w&lt;br/&gt; and ends with f !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;   &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;2  small&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;we are 2 small &lt;br/&gt;nibbling on cheese &lt;br/&gt;tails hanging  behind us !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt; &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-1628220645220438140?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/1628220645220438140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=1628220645220438140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1628220645220438140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1628220645220438140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/05/twin-poem-s-guess-what-they-are-like.html' title='twin poem s    guess   what  they are , like  &amp;quot; children &amp;quot;'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-4386814295028574791</id><published>2008-05-11T09:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T20:01:42.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma and Aunt Mootha safe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;T&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;hank  &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;G&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;oodness  &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;M&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;y &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;G&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;randma &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;A&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;nd &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;A&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;unt &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;M&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;ootha &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;W&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;ere &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;afe &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;C&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;oming &lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They arrived  in Houston  so my dad was gone 11 in the morning  to 12 in the night .  We stayed at home .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WELL BYE !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-4386814295028574791?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/4386814295028574791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=4386814295028574791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4386814295028574791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4386814295028574791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/05/grandma-and-aunt-mootha-safe.html' title='Grandma and Aunt Mootha safe'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-4035514980768030861</id><published>2008-05-08T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T18:24:29.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gouresh Uncle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;On Thursday May 8th, My friend Ojas's  dad came to our house . Mostly he chatted and ate . He brought a toy for the baby that was called " Happy Hippo Gym " . &lt;font face='Comic Sans MS' color='#990000'&gt;Cute name , huh ? I can't think of anything to say , &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color='#000099'&gt;WELL ,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#330099'&gt;BYE BYE ! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;COOL , HUH ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;PS. I'm  sick ! 100.1 !  &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong/&gt;&lt;strong/&gt;&lt;strong/&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-4035514980768030861?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/4035514980768030861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=4035514980768030861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4035514980768030861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4035514980768030861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/05/gouresh-uncle.html' title='Gouresh Uncle'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-644031043071922191</id><published>2008-05-07T15:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:22:20.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2  beautiful  songs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;About 2 weeks ago my 6 year old brother made 2 EXCELLENT songs.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='right'&gt;Grace and Billy went to outerspaaace&lt;br/&gt;On their way to Maars ,&lt;br/&gt;They had a rocket race&lt;br/&gt;Past the moon and stars&lt;br/&gt;zoomed Graaaace&lt;br/&gt;Poor Billyyy&lt;br/&gt;Ended up in 2nd place&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;May went over  the seashore&lt;br/&gt;May went over the bayyyy ,&lt;br/&gt;She hopped in her little gray sailboat &lt;br/&gt;And then she went sailing away !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Awayyyy , Awayyyy &lt;br/&gt;They say May went sailing awayy&lt;br/&gt;Awayy, Awayyyy &lt;br/&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;Perhaps she'll come back some day !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pretty good for a 6 year old , huh ?&lt;br/&gt;May Allah bless him all his life !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;PS. My grandma is coming this Saturday May 10th . She is pretty old , has bad asthma, and just recovered from some kind of sugery . May Allah let her have a peaceful and easy flight.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-644031043071922191?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/644031043071922191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=644031043071922191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/644031043071922191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/644031043071922191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/05/2-beautiful-songs.html' title='2  beautiful  songs'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-1351544078282400533</id><published>2008-05-04T07:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T07:01:08.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The ABC's of writing         a guide  for especially new  writers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;is  for Analize&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;B &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;is for Brainstorm&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;C &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;is  for  Co/write &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;D &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;is for Decorate it&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;E&lt;small&gt;dit and &lt;font color='#cc0000'&gt;PUBLISH ! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;Now you have a &lt;font color='#ffcc33'&gt;excellent&lt;/font&gt; and &lt;font color='#cc33cc'&gt;brilliant&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;paper&lt;/font&gt; ! &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-1351544078282400533?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/1351544078282400533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=1351544078282400533' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1351544078282400533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1351544078282400533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/05/abc-of-writing-guide-for-especially-new.html' title='The ABC&amp;#39;s of writing         a guide  for especially new  writers'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-3027342390955607079</id><published>2008-04-08T15:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:54:44.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family newsletter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Welcome , Family !  Here you can find what has been &lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;happening lately . &lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;by Irene Ameena&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div align='right'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;Aiden can  hear better !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;On Tuesday , April 9th , Aidens head &lt;br/&gt;was turned away from me &lt;br/&gt; I called his name from the other side , &lt;br/&gt;and he turned &lt;br/&gt;around!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big/&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;April is here !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;The days go by so fast . Its already April . &lt;br/&gt; Irene put a trick on everyone in the family &lt;br/&gt;on April Fools Day .  She put a Pinch Me sign on Uppa ( Riyaz ) &lt;br/&gt;and pinched him .HA Ha !&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big/&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;Spring is here !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;Spring is a beautiful season . Flowers and blossoms are blooming everywhere !&lt;br/&gt;Be glad it is spring because it is not too hot or not too cold &lt;br/&gt;like summer or winter . It s the perfect time to&lt;br/&gt;play outside or sprout a pretty flower . Have fun !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small/&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-3027342390955607079?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/3027342390955607079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=3027342390955607079' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3027342390955607079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3027342390955607079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/04/family-newsletter.html' title='Family newsletter'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-7414052910259381394</id><published>2008-03-30T06:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T06:46:29.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was born </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;&lt;font color='#006600'&gt;&lt;small&gt;I  was  born on a &lt;/small&gt;&lt;font color='#333333'&gt;&lt;small&gt;dark and stormy &lt;/small&gt;&lt;font color='#006600'&gt;&lt;small&gt;night  at the Hawaii airport on December 25th .&lt;br/&gt;  &lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;My parents were getting their baggage when my mother sat &lt;br/&gt;down. " &lt;font color='#000099'&gt;Are you alright ? " my dad asked , clutching her hand tightly .&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#cc6600'&gt;" Fine ,thankyou , I just think its time for the baby " she whispered .&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#33ff33'&gt;My dad told the officers and she was in the hospital in no time . Marianne , my mom , &lt;br/&gt;and Thomas , my dad , stayed  overnight for 3 days ! At &lt;font color='#000099'&gt;6 : 55 in the morning on the 4th day , my mother said " Its time , Thomas , Its time !!!!!! ". My dad called the doctor and I was born . My mom looked at me really hard . " Jazzy ? "  my dad joked .&lt;br/&gt;" I think Irene is the &lt;font color='#ffcc00'&gt;perfect name ! "  . &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;font color='#cc66cc'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;small&gt;And so began my life !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;small&gt;Note : Fooled you ! This story is not true !&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-7414052910259381394?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/7414052910259381394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=7414052910259381394' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/7414052910259381394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/7414052910259381394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/03/when-i-was-born.html' title='When I was born '/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-8246190254676755440</id><published>2008-03-29T05:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T05:36:18.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another FUNNY comic : the upside down day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font color='#cc0000'&gt;&lt;font face='Comic Sans MS'&gt;&lt;font face='sans-serif' color='#000000'&gt;Once upon a time , in The Land of Somewhere , &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face='sans-serif' color='#000000'&gt;a queen  called Gussie got a baby that she named  Upsideowndadaynadoedaydeeupdowndaydee, that came from Gussies great great great  great great great great great great grandmother who was called Upsidweeerfodslosdeeeodupsideeeeooodaree , which is an a fully long name like this sentence is very long too.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#cc0000'&gt;&lt;font face='Comic Sans MS'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;&lt;font face='sans-serif'&gt;Since the name is very long , in this story we will call her Amanda. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#cc0000'&gt;&lt;font face='Comic Sans MS'&gt;&lt;font color='#000000'&gt;&lt;font face='sans-serif'&gt;All the children laughed at Amanda .Amanda was always a sad girl . Gussie did not care .She was an evil queen. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face='verdana'&gt;&lt;font face='sans-serif'&gt;Gussie died when Amanda was only  3 years old . Her only friend was a girl called Tillalouihoujkjholiouffuiutuofoutis. She was very nice .  On her 5th birthday , her friend T+ gave her a suprise . She made a day called the upsidedown day .&lt;br/&gt;Everything was upsidedown . Now Upsideowndadaynadoedaydeeupdowndaydee  was famou&lt;/font&gt;s &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-8246190254676755440?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/8246190254676755440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=8246190254676755440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8246190254676755440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8246190254676755440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-funny-comic-upside-down-day.html' title='Another FUNNY comic : the upside down day'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-6849945399558739904</id><published>2008-03-29T05:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T05:29:24.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saved by the bell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;&lt;font color='#99ff99'&gt;Donna and Rachel and Zeena were best friends . They were so not into going to school.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#cc33cc'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The only part they liked about school was  the bell . The school bell that meant &lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#ffcc33'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;TIME TO GO TO HOME ! &lt;font color='#00cccc'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;They&lt;br /&gt;went to soccer practice together after school , then the mall , then&lt;br /&gt;zoo , park , and library , and last they went to each others houses .&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#009900'&gt;&lt;font face='Monotype Corsiva'&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;boring day they were in school studying about 10000000001010101001$ and&lt;br /&gt;other teenager stuff . The spoeaker cleared its throat and announced : "&lt;font color='#cc0000'&gt;EMERGENCY ! A TORNADO IS HITTING THE SCHOOL ! " &lt;br/&gt;Donna&lt;br /&gt;and her friends brightened up . Now THIS was exciting ! They had to&lt;br /&gt;stay in school for longer without studying and the tornado could CRASH&lt;br /&gt;! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOM ! right into everyone ! COOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOL&lt;br /&gt;!but it was not cool !They waited until night . Finally the bell rang .&lt;br /&gt;Phew ! From &lt;font face='tahoma'&gt;&lt;font color='#ff6600'&gt;that day on , they were glad they went to school for the limited time ! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-6849945399558739904?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/6849945399558739904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=6849945399558739904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/6849945399558739904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/6849945399558739904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/03/saved-by-bell.html' title='Saved by the bell'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-3937446897413440937</id><published>2008-03-29T05:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T05:27:37.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiny teeth (in the tune of Twinkle , Twinkle , Little star )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;Shiny , shiny ,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#cc6600'&gt;Shiny teeth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;&lt;font color='#cc6600'&gt; ,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#3333ff'&gt;Take good care of your shiny teeth &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;&lt;font color='#33cc00'&gt;If you do , It'll be nice ,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#ffcc33'&gt;Shiny , Shiny , Shiny teeth !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-3937446897413440937?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/3937446897413440937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=3937446897413440937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3937446897413440937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3937446897413440937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/03/shiny-teeth-in-tune-of-twinkle-twinkle_29.html' title='Shiny teeth (in the tune of Twinkle , Twinkle , Little star )'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-2222239046985904206</id><published>2008-03-29T05:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T05:25:54.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Children </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;&lt;small&gt;hildren make your day , &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;&lt;small&gt;ow&lt;/small&gt; &lt;small&gt;much they love you ,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;&lt;small&gt;mportant to us ,&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;&lt;small&gt;ove is important too ,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;small&gt;ancing and singing ,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;R&lt;/b&gt;&lt;small&gt;unning and jumping&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;small&gt;ver lasting to keep ,&lt;/small&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;&lt;small&gt;obody turns their back to them !&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2222239046985904206?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2222239046985904206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2222239046985904206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2222239046985904206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2222239046985904206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/03/children.html' title='Children '/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-8543803232045446509</id><published>2008-03-18T10:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:50:32.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiny teeth  (in the tune of  Twinkle , Twinkle , Little star )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;Shiny , shiny ,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#cc6600'&gt;Shiny teeth&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;&lt;font color='#cc6600'&gt; ,&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color='#3333ff'&gt;Take good care of your shiny teeth &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;&lt;font color='#33cc00'&gt;If you do , It'll be nice ,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#ffcc33'&gt;Shiny , Shiny , Shiny teeth !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-8543803232045446509?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/8543803232045446509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=8543803232045446509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8543803232045446509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8543803232045446509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/03/shiny-teeth-in-tune-of-twinkle-twinkle.html' title='Shiny teeth  (in the tune of  Twinkle , Twinkle , Little star )'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-9077288289266584657</id><published>2008-03-16T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T19:13:18.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daina the dog meets Caroline the cat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;You guys remember Daina  ?&lt;br/&gt;Well a new adventure is on her track !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;O&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;ne fine morning ,&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt; &lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;small&gt;Daina was getting ready to brush her fur when the doorbell rang .&lt;br/&gt;A tired cat gave her mail . She hadn't seen HIM in town . " Who are you ? " she asked .&lt;br/&gt;" Caroliiine  the  ccat " he replied , most of the time his eyes drooping . She let him have a warm cup of tea and he slept on the sofa . Poor guy , she thought . When he woke up &lt;b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;the next morning , &lt;/b&gt;he woke up cheerful and bright . He thanked her . He is right for solving problems ,she thought .She invited him to be a team . " Sure " , he said . &lt;br/&gt;And that was how she met her partner .&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;div align='center'&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;big&gt;THE END &lt;/big&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-9077288289266584657?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/9077288289266584657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=9077288289266584657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/9077288289266584657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/9077288289266584657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/03/daina-dog-meets-caroline-cat.html' title='Daina the dog meets Caroline the cat'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-6724262509726514068</id><published>2008-03-16T18:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T18:35:09.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HOORAY for spring  !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font color='#cc33cc'&gt;Sweet &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#ff0000'&gt;Pretty&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#999999'&gt;Reeling up the sighs&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#330099'&gt;I love it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#cc6600'&gt;Never think you don't&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#cc0000'&gt;Gaining more beauty every day !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-6724262509726514068?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/6724262509726514068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=6724262509726514068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/6724262509726514068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/6724262509726514068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/03/hooray-for-spring.html' title='HOORAY for spring  !'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-2476684347684402666</id><published>2008-03-08T14:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T14:23:50.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More  about    my Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;font face='Courier New' color='#00cccc'&gt;Remember I told you my mom got a baby ?&lt;br/&gt;Here's more about him ! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#990000'&gt;Name: Aiden Muhammed&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#cc33cc'&gt;Age :1month&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#ff6600'&gt;Birthday:January 30th , 2008 &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender : M    &lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color='#000066'&gt;That's all  I can think of !&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2476684347684402666?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2476684347684402666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2476684347684402666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2476684347684402666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2476684347684402666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/03/more-about-my-brother.html' title='More  about    my Brother'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-3961637527945958381</id><published>2008-03-06T08:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T15:08:55.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a FUNNY COMIC :  beginning  of the mushy , gushy , underpants boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;Onsce upan a time ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;there was a mummy and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poppa who were going to get a babie .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The doctar did like the babie wery much .&lt;br /&gt;But the little squirt sent a trail of yellow water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a bad word I cannot say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;) write in the doctars  face and it knew  lots of kung foo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;It flew up in the air and did som tricks . The doctar fainted  , and then died .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;The same happened to the parents .&lt;br /&gt;The babie was left alone !  It sadly waked to thier grave. It cried and cried on the grave until it died .   T &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 204, 204);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;e      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);"&gt;E &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;n &lt;/span&gt;d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-family:Comic Sans MS;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-3961637527945958381?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/3961637527945958381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=3961637527945958381' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3961637527945958381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3961637527945958381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/03/funny-comic-return-of-mushy-gushy.html' title='a FUNNY COMIC :  beginning  of the mushy , gushy , underpants boy'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-2796032975359086043</id><published>2008-03-05T14:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T14:43:16.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VERY,VERY,EXCITING news!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Dear  people, &lt;br/&gt;get ready for some exciting news ! Did I tell you my mom was pregnant ? &lt;br/&gt;Well on Wenesday , January 30, My mom gave birth !  &lt;br/&gt;Isn't it exciting ? I am so HAPPY ! Aren't you ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2796032975359086043?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2796032975359086043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2796032975359086043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2796032975359086043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2796032975359086043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/03/veryveryexciting-news.html' title='VERY,VERY,EXCITING news!'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-4566336427546886043</id><published>2008-02-29T12:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T12:02:16.905-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun should be pretty ,so&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;lf there was no flowers,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh my goodness ! ,&lt;br/&gt;We wouldn't live ! ,&lt;br/&gt;Everyone  likes flowers ,&lt;br/&gt;Roses are pretty ,&lt;br/&gt;Sweet like other flowers !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-4566336427546886043?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/4566336427546886043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=4566336427546886043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4566336427546886043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4566336427546886043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/02/flowers.html' title='Flowers'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-79756094314720495</id><published>2008-01-12T09:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T09:55:18.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 little mystery guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Who is this ?,&lt;br/&gt;This big fat guy ,&lt;br/&gt;Jolly as a pixie ,&lt;br/&gt;Big fat beard ,&lt;br/&gt;Comes at Christmas Eve ,&lt;br/&gt;And makes children happy ,&lt;br/&gt;Giving them sweets &lt;br/&gt;Who is this guy ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-79756094314720495?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30715182.post-1430444141422257081</id><published>2008-01-12T09:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-12T09:47:35.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Signs of something ,&lt;br/&gt;Something new ,&lt;br/&gt;Fall is over ,&lt;br/&gt;A new season is here ,&lt;br/&gt;We call it winter ,&lt;br/&gt;Winter World !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-1430444141422257081?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/1430444141422257081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=1430444141422257081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1430444141422257081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1430444141422257081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2008/01/winter-world.html' title='Winter World'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-8646959108256851066</id><published>2007-11-29T16:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T16:35:00.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Diana the Dog </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Diana the hard working , kind hearted dog owned by a poor old lady saw a  queens dog , Maria . Maria was a very wealthy dog and everyone praised her so she had been a very proud dog . One day , Diana thought " &lt;i&gt;Its time that proud dog learned a lesson ". &lt;/i&gt;Daina went&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;over to Marie and said , " There is a bag of gold for you Your Highness , get it at 3 : 00 in the afternoon " and she dissappeared . Diana went over to a tree and took a blue bag and put a jack in the box in it . The jack in the box would make fake devils and snakes come out .  Maria had told everyone she was not scared of anything . At 3:oo , Diana led Maria to the tree she quicly winded it up and the Monsters and all the scary stuff popped out saying ' Boooooooo !' . Maria fled for her life and told all the people how she had been '&lt;i&gt;Scared ' &lt;/i&gt;while Diana had a mighty laugh . &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-8646959108256851066?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/8646959108256851066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=8646959108256851066' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8646959108256851066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8646959108256851066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/11/diana-dog.html' title='Diana the Dog '/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-1434154706096691454</id><published>2007-11-17T08:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T08:03:59.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saralsa Mumbarak</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Saralsa Mumbarak was a little girl . She was known as Sara Mumbar for short . All her friends teased her about her name except , Laralsa , Maralsa , Aralsa , and Jaralsa . They were all in a club and they knew how it felt to have a funny name too. As you might have guessed , Laralsa was known as Lara , Maralsa was known as Mara , Aralsa was known as Ara and Jaralsa was known as Jara . They were not siblings or anything , they were cousins . They had their own treehouse and their own swimming pool . &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;One day they were all sitting in  the swimming pool when Mara noticed something in the water . It was sparkling and glittering and red . Lara dove in and picked the secret thing up . The childrens eyes were stunned for there was a beautiful red ruby glittering in the sun . Soon they found more of the red rubys in the swimming pool . " WoW ! " Sara said . " Beautiful ! "&lt;br/&gt;Ara said." Great "! he said again . They brought a certain amount and each started selling them. They soon had a lot of money .  " It all started with a little red ruby in the swimming pool " Jara said , chuckling and they all started laughing . &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-1434154706096691454?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/1434154706096691454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=1434154706096691454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1434154706096691454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1434154706096691454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/11/saralsa-mumbarak.html' title='Saralsa Mumbarak'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-1826768658524733375</id><published>2007-10-27T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:20:02.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half mysteryguy half  whats it called ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Oh yeah there is a guy ,&lt;br/&gt;bright so bright ,&lt;br/&gt;Gone when it is not day ,&lt;br/&gt;shines and brights the grass ,&lt;br/&gt;Sometimes when it is there so much ,&lt;br/&gt;You can see tiny particles ,&lt;br/&gt;Can you guess who ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;em/&gt;Well , Well Well , I cannot think of any more guys and I am sooooooooo  bored . I watched  tv&lt;br/&gt;from 7:30 to 11:00  ,&lt;br/&gt;Iwrote a little bit of my story and I took a bath but I am still bored , bored , bored . So I wrote 1 mystery guy but not 3 this time because you know what( ")&lt;br/&gt;I am boredddddd , really boredddddddddddddddddddddddddddd !( _)What should I dooooooo????????&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-1826768658524733375?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/1826768658524733375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=1826768658524733375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1826768658524733375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1826768658524733375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/10/half-mysteryguy-half-whats-it-called.html' title='Half mysteryguy half  whats it called ?'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-2636534628109925578</id><published>2007-10-17T18:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T18:00:50.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;Everyone knows&lt;br/&gt;Its around Eid, &lt;br/&gt;Do not forget Allah on Eid!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;May Allah bless you all,&lt;br/&gt;Unknown love,&lt;br/&gt;Bless the others around you too,&lt;br/&gt;Always stay calm,&lt;br/&gt;Remind everyone to pray,&lt;br/&gt;And say your prayers too.&lt;br/&gt;Kiss the world around you !&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2636534628109925578?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2636534628109925578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2636534628109925578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2636534628109925578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2636534628109925578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/10/eid.html' title='Eid'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-169957288546071621</id><published>2007-10-07T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T08:18:59.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosel's Happines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt; Rosel Jacksy could hardly wait to hear the news . Rosel's father was in the war and tonight they were announcing in the radio ,which team had won .Wichever won , all the people could go home in that team and Rosel had not seen her father for 8 years ! A voice came out from the radio, "Good morning town , Lets see who won, the Americans or the Japanese !" Rosels father was in the Americans team " More than 2000 people are hurt and 100 are in the hospital , but luckily ,one team won which is ................Americans !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! " Rosel's heart beated with joy and her eyes filled up with ters of happines . The two teams had been fighting for more than 5 years now . Her family and her started to cry with joy . Rosel's family hugged each other and waited for Papa to come home . &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The End&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-169957288546071621?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/169957288546071621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=169957288546071621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/169957288546071621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/169957288546071621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/10/rosel-happines.html' title='Rosel&amp;#39;s Happines'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-2751284981131195715</id><published>2007-09-25T18:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T18:46:36.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Mystery guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;div align='left'&gt;There's a guy that's so white ,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align='justify'&gt;He disappears sometimes ,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;He is so high you cannot reach him,&lt;br/&gt;He's not at all slim,&lt;br/&gt;Can you guess who ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There is a guy who knows everything ,&lt;br/&gt;Filled with energy ,&lt;br/&gt;And lots of might ,&lt;br/&gt;Yes , that's so right ,&lt;br/&gt;Can you guess who ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There is a guy who is green ,&lt;br/&gt;Its so shady and dark ,&lt;br/&gt;You can see the green's swaying ,&lt;br/&gt;When there is lot's of wind,&lt;br/&gt;Can you guess who?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2751284981131195715?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2751284981131195715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2751284981131195715' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2751284981131195715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2751284981131195715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/09/more-mystery-guys.html' title='More Mystery guys'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-7066952757199452564</id><published>2007-09-23T09:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T09:26:18.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystery guys </title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;There's a guy who is dark ,&lt;br/&gt;He hates rain ; loves sun ,&lt;br/&gt;Disappears when the sun is gone,&lt;br/&gt;He likes to play Follow the Leader ,&lt;br/&gt;He loves to play Hide -and-seek ,&lt;br/&gt;Can you guess who ? ,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;There's a guy who loves colours ,&lt;br/&gt;But he always has a sad face ,&lt;br/&gt;We never know why ,&lt;br/&gt;But he dissapears when it's raining ,&lt;br/&gt;When the sun comes after it rains ,&lt;br/&gt;It just might , might come out of his home ,&lt;br/&gt;Can you guess who ?,&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Ther's one last guy ,&lt;br/&gt;who listens to everybody ,&lt;br/&gt;Even if it is a lie ,&lt;br/&gt;He listens and listens to try to know ,&lt;br/&gt;What he should do ,&lt;br/&gt;Can you guess who ?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p class='poweredbyperformancing'&gt;Powered by &lt;a href='http://scribefire.com/'&gt;ScribeFire&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-7066952757199452564?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/7066952757199452564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=7066952757199452564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/7066952757199452564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/7066952757199452564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/09/mystery-guys.html' title='Mystery guys '/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-2077327826870767610</id><published>2007-09-13T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T14:43:58.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey what's up ?</title><content type='html'>Hey what's up ?,&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing ?,&lt;br /&gt;You wanna make a cup ? ,&lt;br /&gt;Or just sit like a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;supp&lt;/span&gt; ? ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey , how are you?,&lt;br /&gt;BOO !&lt;br /&gt;Did I scare you ? ,&lt;br /&gt;If you talk about llama stuff ,&lt;br /&gt;Then only for you I"ll buy a set of glowing muffs ,&lt;br /&gt;Plus a CD player ,&lt;br /&gt;Which includes a sing a long too !,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey , I'm sorry so sorry to say ,&lt;br /&gt;Now I must go and say more Hey ! , &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Heys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must continue ,&lt;br /&gt;My journey that is almost through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;By &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ameena&lt;/span&gt; Irene Professional 8yrs child&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2077327826870767610?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2077327826870767610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2077327826870767610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2077327826870767610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2077327826870767610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/09/hey-whats-up.html' title='Hey what&apos;s up ?'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-1686067731909616240</id><published>2007-08-24T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T10:04:48.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiding trouble</title><content type='html'>It was a misty day at the park , when the children were playing outside . Mrs.Browen  had three children . She lived by the park. She had two girls and 1 boy . Sheila loved to play with basketballs .  The others were only five years old . Sheila called out  to her mother to come and play in the snow . Mr. Browen called Mrs. Browen Brown . Brown put on her olive and indigo sweater and came outside . She made a snowball and threw it at Jhonny . It hit on Johnny's wheelchairs wheel.&lt;br /&gt;He had been on a wheelchair since he fell from a hill . " Bulls eye!" Brown yelled . Sheila laughed then realized Mila was missing . " Ma " she called " Mila is missing !" " She must be hiding" Brown&lt;br /&gt; said . Mila loved hiding . She usally hid behind a waistbasket. Sheila looked behind the waist basket but Mila was not there  .  She went in and took a big heavy jacket  that she always wore when she was looking for something . When she was looking behind a big frosty tree , a voice came from her jacket .When she looked inside it she saw Mila . " Do not hide in places like that" her father said when he got back from work and heard what had happened . Mila turned red and said " Yes Papa " . Mila never ever hid , not even behind the waistbasket !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-1686067731909616240?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/1686067731909616240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=1686067731909616240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1686067731909616240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1686067731909616240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/08/hiding-trouble.html' title='Hiding trouble'/><author><name>Muhammad Riyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189018079359830582</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-30715182.post-8227112168752215801</id><published>2007-08-20T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T16:43:40.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even more poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ghosts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who says "Boo" ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Not a kangaroo ! ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who never changes color &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and is always white?,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who's eyes are dark and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;on forehead is a misty mark?,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who loves an event on October 31?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you ever see this guy ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't ask him about ghosts because &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is scared of those creepy things !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-8227112168752215801?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/8227112168752215801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=8227112168752215801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8227112168752215801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8227112168752215801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/08/even-more-poems.html' title='Even more poems'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-395353922345145412</id><published>2007-08-13T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T19:41:21.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies ( My parents helped )</title><content type='html'>Butterflies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;utterflies&lt;/span&gt; , Butterflies ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ltimate&lt;/span&gt; beauty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;otally&lt;/span&gt; cool wings ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;errific&lt;/span&gt; colors ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;verythings&lt;/span&gt; perfect ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;each for nectar ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;lying through flowers ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;anding on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;petals&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;f I could ever&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;merge&lt;/span&gt; into a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;weet cute butterfly !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-395353922345145412?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/395353922345145412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=395353922345145412' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/395353922345145412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/395353922345145412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/08/butterflies-my-parents-helped.html' title='Butterflies ( My parents helped )'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-2699673455290499</id><published>2007-08-11T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T09:32:27.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cash missing !</title><content type='html'>Tina was thinking why the one - eyed boy ran away while the other Tina stayed . So she went to look in the newspaper if anything was stolen . On the front page , in big black letters , it said : &lt;strong&gt;Cash missing at Central bank !!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went straight to the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Central&lt;/span&gt; bank to ask some questions . A boy with one eye came and asked to be the helper who takes care of the cash . I agreed because he gave me all his money . On the same day, Two thousand dollars was missing . That was all the bank officer knew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;continue...............................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2699673455290499?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2699673455290499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2699673455290499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2699673455290499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2699673455290499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/08/tina-was-thinking-why-one-eyed-boy-ran.html' title='Cash missing !'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-1224096255882384568</id><published>2007-08-09T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T10:42:50.857-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haiku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Babies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying is their job ,&lt;br /&gt;Drinking milk is their hobby ,&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh , don't throw up !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dogs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little dogs , Big dogs&lt;br /&gt;Huge ones , furry ones , cute ones ,&lt;br /&gt;What about puppys !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-1224096255882384568?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/1224096255882384568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=1224096255882384568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1224096255882384568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1224096255882384568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/08/more-poems.html' title='Haiku'/><author><name>Muhammad Riyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189018079359830582</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-30715182.post-1123819095239995187</id><published>2007-08-09T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T10:28:33.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Riddles and poems</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Riddles :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;What is smaller than you , but can put a bear on the run  ?&lt;br /&gt;Why did the banana go to the doctor ?&lt;br /&gt;Do dogs have fingers ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;(   Comment me the answers )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poem :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Brothers are sweet,&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes annoying,&lt;br /&gt; My brother is not like that ,&lt;br /&gt;Though he calls me Mommysh !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-1123819095239995187?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/1123819095239995187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=1123819095239995187' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1123819095239995187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1123819095239995187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/08/riddles-and-poems.html' title='Riddles and poems'/><author><name>Muhammad Riyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189018079359830582</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-30715182.post-5677444938337983267</id><published>2007-08-03T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-03T15:27:20.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The other  Tina and the one eyed - boy</title><content type='html'>She went outside and saw the other Tina talking with the one - eyed boy .  She went over to them . the one eyed boy disappeared through the bushes but the girl went over and said ," Hey want to hang out ?" .  Tina said " No thanks "  but the girl kept on making excuses . Then suddenly our real Tina , spotted a name tag on her dress that said  " Manley " but she did not ask her why it did not say Tina . She said to her ,  Uh , I need to go  to the bathroom and she quickly went to her room instead to think .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Continue............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-5677444938337983267?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/5677444938337983267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=5677444938337983267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5677444938337983267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5677444938337983267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/08/other-tina-and-one-eyed-boy.html' title='The other  Tina and the one eyed - boy'/><author><name>Muhammad Riyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189018079359830582</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-30715182.post-5488138365241732690</id><published>2007-07-31T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:11:49.064-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmmmmmmmmm.................................</title><content type='html'>When Scooby came in , he was scared and all the hair on his head was sticking up .  Tina went to look what was going on . She was not scared at all . Her grandmother was almost frozen . Tina  said " lets call mom"  . She quickly dailed the number and a voice said "The person you are calling is not availible " . She hung the phone up and switched on the tv . On the news channel they were saying about  the big shaking that had come a few minuetes before . They said somebody put a bomb near by ,  but luckily  nobody died . Four people got injured . They said the people were Mrs. Salmon , Mrs. Garvearl , Mr. Coop and Mrs. Herman . She turned of the channel . Then the shaking came again . Her dog ran in again and the exact thing happend again . This is strange , she thought .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-5488138365241732690?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/5488138365241732690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=5488138365241732690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5488138365241732690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5488138365241732690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/07/hmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='Hmmmmmmmmmm.................................'/><author><name>Muhammad Riyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189018079359830582</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-30715182.post-4230285414049503284</id><published>2007-07-30T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T18:52:36.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tina .</title><content type='html'>In  the last post , we left Tina  wondering how The other Tina  knew her name .&lt;br /&gt;The next chapter is ...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange happenings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then   she heard a scream from somewhere . She went  to her house to get her Finding out clothes . She ran into a boy with only one eye . The boy did not let her through . She asked him "Please move"  but he just said " what's  your name " .and let her through . When she reached home she realized that the same girl who said her name was Tina was eating some ice pops  near her house and closing her eyes . She thought not to stop her resting  time .  So , she  ran into to her backyard and  ant took the shortcut to her room . Then suddenly ,  her house shook and her dog Scooby ran in . He never came in so it was really strange .  Then he barked so hard her grandmother woke up from her nap and screamed just like the scream she had heard before in the street .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to continue............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-4230285414049503284?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/4230285414049503284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=4230285414049503284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4230285414049503284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4230285414049503284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-tina_30.html' title='Tina .'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-8393194261431522938</id><published>2007-07-29T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T19:13:41.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Tina .</title><content type='html'>Tina was a little girl who loved to help  others and solve  mysteries . She lived in Hookerville .  Her full name was Tina Davids .One day she saw a wierd woman chasing a 4 year old girl . She soon caught up with her  and started hitting  her with her stick . This was a strange  view in Hookerville because women never raised their stick or had any . As soon as the Old woman saw  her , She ran away . She left something behind , ..........   the girl!  Tina went and helped the girl up . She said , "Thanks, I know your name is Tina ...... mine is too "  and she ran off again . Tina thought to her self , How did she know my name ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuous in another post ........................................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-8393194261431522938?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/8393194261431522938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=8393194261431522938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8393194261431522938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8393194261431522938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/07/little-tina.html' title='Little Tina .'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-8643234220754951703</id><published>2007-07-27T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T17:01:26.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses are ........  red ?</title><content type='html'>I  wonder how many colors all the  flowers  have together  .    Red , pink , maybe blue , orange , purple , how many more are they ?  I know roses  come  in lots  of colors  .  And are  &lt;strong&gt;Roses &lt;/strong&gt;really &lt;strong&gt;red ?  &lt;/strong&gt;Maybe they are meroon and just look red .  How will I know these answers !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-8643234220754951703?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/8643234220754951703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=8643234220754951703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8643234220754951703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/8643234220754951703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/07/roses-are-red.html' title='Roses are ........  red ?'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-2838206708288170534</id><published>2007-07-22T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T08:20:40.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>8 years</title><content type='html'>Now I am 8 years old! . I  feel much more &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;older&lt;/span&gt;  too . I wonder  how  great it will be in a new grade too &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;!!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;In Japan I liked  my  teacher  so much that I miss her  a lot .  I am  just about to go to mosque  .  And I can pray more since I am older too . There is so much things that I can do now . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2838206708288170534?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2838206708288170534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2838206708288170534' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2838206708288170534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2838206708288170534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/07/8-years.html' title='8 years'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-6623349853967008782</id><published>2007-07-19T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T19:50:44.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow  is my birthday !  I am so excited .  I am going to be 8 years old . Yesterday , I&lt;br /&gt;ordered  a cake . It has a crown and wand on it . I hope it will be a good day .  I heard my mother on the phone saying that maybe me and my pal Amulia ,  will go out for a spiecal &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;dinner&lt;/span&gt; .  I am so excited  !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-6623349853967008782?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/6623349853967008782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=6623349853967008782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/6623349853967008782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/6623349853967008782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/07/birthday.html' title='Birthday'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-2966333868727149493</id><published>2007-07-10T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T18:47:06.609-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting my teeth out</title><content type='html'>A  few days ago , on the lift side of my teeth  ,  top started to hurt . For a few days I did not eat much  .  Today morning ,  I went to the dentist .  They gave me a shot and said I had infection  . &lt;br /&gt;I had to get  two of my teeth out  .  They said to get it out tommorow , but  I could not sleep very well because it was an emergency  so I had it today .  It was like a dream . First they took another  shot . I do not want to talk about it , but my teeth got out  anyway  .  I hate today !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2966333868727149493?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2966333868727149493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2966333868727149493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2966333868727149493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2966333868727149493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/07/getting-my-teeth-out.html' title='Getting my teeth out'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-2841031605968037654</id><published>2007-07-08T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T13:06:26.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Swella's  magic  recipe</title><content type='html'>Swella's grandmother Molly , had gave her a magic recipe before she died . She had never used it . One day she had the feeling to try it . On the paper it was written : &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 eggs ,10Brinjals ,  5 carrots , and  11  potatoes .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did not have any of those  things .  She looked in her map .  First she had to go to  Eggs n' roll.  She took her speed boat  because she had to go past the sea  .    She went really fast because   the shop would close at  3 : 35  and it was already 3 : 33 .  She reached just in time and  bought the  eggs . Then She went  to  Brinjals Rock and got 10 Brinjals . She had to go to a stinky garden to get  the carrots .  Last of all she went to get the potatoes from Potafingers . Then she rushed back home .  She mixed it together as it said on the box . Swella tried tasting . It had no taste .  But there was a taste of Brinjals ,  20 Brinjals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-2841031605968037654?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/2841031605968037654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=2841031605968037654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2841031605968037654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/2841031605968037654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/07/swellas-magic-recipe.html' title='Swella&apos;s  magic  recipe'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-5260752549434135061</id><published>2007-07-06T13:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:05:37.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Danny  and Migan</title><content type='html'>Danny and Morgan were great friends .  They had lots of adventures  together .  One day they were fighting about a  beach ball.  "  The beach ball is mine  "  said  Danny .  " Didn't you here mommy saying that I was the king of the beach ball  ?  "  said Morgan . But Danny was looking at the sand curiously  .  There were footprints and they followed them . It  leaded to Rock mountain  .  On top of thee mountain  , there was a little dwarf crying out , "  Help Help ". They saw some kind of a monster halfway around  it  . They climbed up the rocky mountain before Jeff , the monster  and took the dwarf don . The  dwarf had a green hat on him . They quickly digged a hole and put a leaf sticking out . Jeff did not  see this . He thought the leaf was the dwarfs hat and pulled it . Immediately he fell in the hole . It was a trap !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                             The End&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-5260752549434135061?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/5260752549434135061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=5260752549434135061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5260752549434135061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/5260752549434135061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/07/danny-and-migan.html' title='Danny  and Migan'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-1677438508044634147</id><published>2007-07-05T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T11:19:03.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In usa</title><content type='html'>Hi guys , I reached US    . It  was not bad . I am starting school on the end of August .  I met my  fathers friends children  .  First they met us at the airport , then we said Bye Bye because we had  to take a bus to to the rent a car place .  We gave them our baggage to keep in their car . Later they came to our hotel and stayed there for a while . They had invited us for dinner at their house . We reached on 8 :  30  at night and had dinner . Then  we played and went home .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-1677438508044634147?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/1677438508044634147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=1677438508044634147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1677438508044634147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/1677438508044634147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/07/in-usa.html' title='In usa'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-3279248744595181309</id><published>2007-07-02T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-02T22:13:26.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oishi !</title><content type='html'>I am  JCS  .  I never laugh . I try to but it does not work at all . Once my mother &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; father  were &lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;fighting&lt;/span&gt; a lot .  I  thought what &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; make them happy after that &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;argument&lt;/span&gt; . Then I got an idea .  I thought maybe I can make &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sushi&lt;/span&gt; for them to eat .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I looked in my mothers cook  book and made some Sushi . I did not know if it was good .  I tried serving them . They said "Oishi! " and started to hug each other . I was so happy they liked  it. When I tried it I spat it out  and it accidentally  got on my fathers shirt . It was so funny my cheeks suddenly puffed out and I started laughing so much . I was so happy I laughed at least one time .  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-3279248744595181309?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/3279248744595181309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=3279248744595181309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3279248744595181309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/3279248744595181309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/07/oishi.html' title='Oishi !'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-6774744400143972242</id><published>2007-07-01T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T01:19:37.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nice poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Months   &lt;/div&gt;                                   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't  forget &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt;   ,  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What about &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and &lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt;   too &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Of course &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;vember&lt;/span&gt; is pretty  cold  for you ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; is the last month, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yay for &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Months&lt;/span&gt; !  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-6774744400143972242?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/6774744400143972242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=6774744400143972242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/6774744400143972242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/6774744400143972242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/07/nice-poem.html' title='Nice poem'/><author><name>Irene</name><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-30715182.post-4694908773058405750</id><published>2007-06-28T03:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T03:30:10.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi again !</title><content type='html'>Hi again !    How was your day ?    I first ate breakfast  and then stayed home  all day   .    Here is a story .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The three   nature   boys &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taiga , Dem   and   Kerk  were the nature boys. Each of them  looked the same but were really  different .  Taiga was a cool , funky , boy  .   Dem would would  be eating  treats right   now .   Kerk liked animals   and was a very kind boy . One day  they had a  party wich their friends had held .  On the same day a animal who was hurt was starting to die .  Only Kerk  went to save the animal . He cared for it for two weeks and soon the animal was better. He  recieved   a    crown to  become the King of the jungle  .&lt;br /&gt;The End  .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30715182-4694908773058405750?l=ameenairene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/feeds/4694908773058405750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30715182&amp;postID=4694908773058405750' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4694908773058405750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30715182/posts/default/4694908773058405750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ameenairene.blogspot.com/2007/06/hi-again.html' title='Hi again !'/><author><name>Muhammad Riyaz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11189018079359830582</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>
