<?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-3478169357419103165</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:47:06.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>мoмєηтѕ тo вє ѕнαяє∂</title><subtitle type='html'>máý théśé wőŕdś íńśpíŕé ýőú tő ćáptúŕé, íń fúll ćőlőúŕ áńd péŕféćtńéśś thát líéś wíth íń śímplé thíńgś őf lífé</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SgaAw3Wo7pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JqUcbUOuEmo/s1600-h/CDD.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SgaAw3Wo7pI/AAAAAAAAACQ/JqUcbUOuEmo/s400/CDD.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334092385647914642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; finally after ages a post :D have been pretty bxy at school.. and first semister exam's r goin to start next sunday... i have loads to learn so m tryin my best to stay away from the comp... &lt;br /&gt;byeee and a very very нαρρу ¢нιℓ∂яєηѕ ∂αу to all the kids specially to my lowbi lowbi nephew Yaan. luv u babyyy, ummmmwah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-2263427485865323985?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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and c if it is gonna be as bad as it is gonna be 4 some. &lt;br /&gt;other then that everythin is jxt normal and fyn. &lt;br /&gt;anyways m goin to go..  and it has started rainin again :D:D ufaaaaveri &lt;br /&gt;byye, tgc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-1785365484771739709?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/1785365484771739709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=1785365484771739709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/1785365484771739709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uv-7al7qiPc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Uv-7al7qiPc&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KAHIN TO HOGI WO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahin to.. kahin to&lt;br /&gt;Hogi wo,&lt;br /&gt;Duniya jahan tu mere saath hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jahan mein, jahan tu,&lt;br /&gt;Aur jahan, bass tere mere jazbaat hai,&lt;br /&gt;Hogi jahan subah teri,&lt;br /&gt;Palko ki, kirano mein,&lt;br /&gt;Lori jahan chand ki,&lt;br /&gt;Sune teri baahoin mein..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jaane naa kahan wo duniya hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jaane naa wo hai bhi ya nahi,&lt;br /&gt;Jahan meri zindagi mujhse,&lt;br /&gt;Itni khafa nahi..) - 2 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saasein kho gayi hai kiski aahon mein,&lt;br /&gt;Mein kho gayi hu jaane kiski baahon mein,&lt;br /&gt;Manzilon se raahein doodhti chali,&lt;br /&gt;Kho gayi hai manzil kahin rahon mein..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahin to, kahin to,&lt;br /&gt;Hai nasha..&lt;br /&gt;Teri meri har mulaqaat mein,&lt;br /&gt;Hoton se, hoton ko,&lt;br /&gt;Chumti, o rehte hai hum har baat pe,&lt;br /&gt;Kehti hai fiza jahan,&lt;br /&gt;Teri zamin aasmaan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jahan hai tu, meri hassi,&lt;br /&gt;Meri khushi, meri jaan…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jaane naa kahan wo duniya hai,&lt;br /&gt;Jaane naa wo hai bhi ya nahi,&lt;br /&gt;Jahan meri zindagi mujhse,&lt;br /&gt;Itni khafa nahi..) - 3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-6026073258882720926?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478169357419103165.post-571056449327414842</id><published>2009-03-30T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T05:01:04.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>m completely sun burnt... i look lyk some one who has been in the sun 4 lyk 2 whole weeks.. :( .. but still i guess all those fun was worht it... i went to this uninhabited island ( guess it is called maaniyaa fushi or somethin) which was one of the best lil teeny weeny island i have ever seen.. the sea was crystal clear, and the jetty was very very far away from the island. we had to carry all the stuff from the jetty to the island. by stuff i mean around 9 cases of water bottles, bags, foods and all those thingys. the island had a lot of trees and some old and wrecked buldings. there was this 2 story bulding which looked lyk it was haunted. me, shiu, shama and maaky went upstaris to c hw it was. it looked as if some one has been there and suddenly dissapeared ( i mean that all the things were left here and there) there was a carrom borad which looked as if some one has been playin it, some magazines on the bed, slippers, edibale stuff, cookin oil and blah blah. this kind of freaked me out, coz no other people were allowed on that island with out permision (i guess the owner is a family friend or some one). any ways it was fun to explore some "haunted" places. the sea was to die for. most of the guys were at the jetty tryin to catch fish, while we cooked and went to the sea. i guess i was there for lyk for 4 hours or more ( from around 11;30 to 4;30). after gettin ready to come back every started talkin that there were some kind of insects that cause itiches and pimples. after coming back (completely sun burnt with red lips and red eyes, and dark chocolate colour face.. LOL) i washed everythin, had dinner and went to sleep. the next day i woke up with pimples here and there and my whole body itchin lyk nuthin else. &lt;br /&gt;today i went to school and everyone kept talkin about hw dark i became. most of them were surpriced to knw that i went jxt for one day and got sooo dark. lol.&lt;br /&gt;any ways me goin to finish some work. &lt;br /&gt;byeee...tgc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-571056449327414842?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/571056449327414842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=571056449327414842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/571056449327414842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/571056449327414842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/2009/03/m-completely-sun-burnt.html' title=''/><author><name>яσѕу gяℓ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574641630594017109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478169357419103165.post-4033220635391312236</id><published>2009-03-24T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:05:26.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I changed my mind...</title><content type='html'>may be m gonna continue bloggin after all... my sis started a new blog and she is quite excited about it :P...anyways i have changed the blog templets and all &amp; m quite happy with all the pink (its kinda quite)&lt;br /&gt;soo did i tell u that mid semister holidays started??? the first 3 days were quite fun, we stayed up and played games durin the night and had karaoke (i found out that my uncle is a pretty gud singer he gets 100 everytime). now m pretty bxy with all the holiday assignments that i have to finish. there is this some kind of essay 4 which i have got no idea wat to write (Nowwww plxx help mee) i already finished one of the assignments which was a tour itinerary (it was quite easy) &lt;br /&gt;sooo hopefully if i finish my report early i will upload somethin interestin (will try my best) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/ScnJEBmxsII/AAAAAAAAABw/dVL5MlnA458/s1600-h/happy_holidays.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 257px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/ScnJEBmxsII/AAAAAAAAABw/dVL5MlnA458/s320/happy_holidays.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317001906075316354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may be its a lil late to wish a happy holiday (half of the holiday is already over) but as they say "better late then never" &lt;br /&gt;byyye... and tgc&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-4033220635391312236?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/4033220635391312236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=4033220635391312236' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/4033220635391312236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/4033220635391312236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-changed-my-mind.html' title='I changed my mind...'/><author><name>яσѕу gяℓ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574641630594017109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/ScnJEBmxsII/AAAAAAAAABw/dVL5MlnA458/s72-c/happy_holidays.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478169357419103165.post-8183197185375702768</id><published>2009-03-11T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T05:51:06.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have been thinkin a lot lately about my blog... as m nt gettin much tym to update it, m plannin on deleating my blog...soo may be this is gonna be my last post.. but still thats a maybe.. coz i change my mind a lot (about some of the things) so may be later i will nt deleat it...&lt;br /&gt;dad came to male', and he went to srilanka for some medical purpose...and now he went back to island.. i miss him soo much noww... when we were young we hardly even talk, even though we used to living together... but when he came to male' i found out who interesting he is.. he talks about loads of funny things.. we used to be up late nights jxt listening to his stories about hw maldives used to be when he was young (and it seemed as id he was talking about slumdog millionaire ) he said it used to be in such a sorry state... &lt;br /&gt;sooooo thats all for now... i will let u knw if i have changed my mind about deleating the blog..&lt;br /&gt;byyye.. c u laterr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-8183197185375702768?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/8183197185375702768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=8183197185375702768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/8183197185375702768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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been listening to a very nyc song, thought it wuld be great to share with u guys. &lt;br /&gt;and also i got the pics of our trip to addu. varah thithi pics hury :D:D.. &lt;br /&gt;i m goin to go to a party tonight with my best buddies, may be i will enjoy tonight. soo this is my current fav song. and nishyy i m sorry to nt have written ur name for the previous song :D..so this song specially for nishy, shehey, ryaan (the best and the luckiest family i have ever seen...) m soooo happy for u guys.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Disturbia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ic8Lgtrpl0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0Ic8Lgtrpl0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i luv the music (dnt think many peopl will lyk it..but still i luvvv it)...nishy hope u will lyk this song :D&lt;br /&gt;byeeee.. and yaan ah loads and loads of luv..ummmmmmmmmwah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SZ_X_M4QP9I/AAAAAAAAABo/VbM0b08ePPo/s1600-h/IMG_0526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SZ_X_M4QP9I/AAAAAAAAABo/VbM0b08ePPo/s320/IMG_0526.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305196366854635474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-5539290070634229152?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/5539290070634229152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=5539290070634229152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/5539290070634229152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/5539290070634229152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/2009/02/hiiiii.html' title=''/><author><name>яσѕу gяℓ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574641630594017109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SZ_X_M4QP9I/AAAAAAAAABo/VbM0b08ePPo/s72-c/IMG_0526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478169357419103165.post-6732856616333402333</id><published>2009-02-02T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T05:49:38.561-08:00</updated><title type='text'>soooooo bxy</title><content type='html'>thnaxxxxx faru for the sweet peom..and also the pic :P, it was very very very cute...anyways guys..i had beeen sooooo bxy with school work and friends and everything that i wasnt able to upload..u knw about the new rules.. i cannot be with the comp for more then one hour.. jxt now dhonthy came and asked me to complete my works..i will hopefully upload something interesting this weekend.. &lt;br /&gt;gtg..byeeee..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-6732856616333402333?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/6732856616333402333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=6732856616333402333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/6732856616333402333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/6732856616333402333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/2009/02/soooooo-bxy.html' title='soooooo bxy'/><author><name>яσѕу gяℓ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574641630594017109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478169357419103165.post-1061116556889031060</id><published>2009-01-22T22:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T23:30:21.350-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jααηє куυη...(ƒяη∂χ 4 єνα αη∂ єνα)</title><content type='html'>a very sweet song... with a very cute lyrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FmOF4nyUtZI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FmOF4nyUtZI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song i present especially for my bestest friend Faru, Hinth, Haif and my bro Now&lt;br /&gt;luv u allll a lot...ummmmmmmmwahx&lt;br /&gt;**when u smile for me, the wrold seems alright**&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-1061116556889031060?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/1061116556889031060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=1061116556889031060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/1061116556889031060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/1061116556889031060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/2009/01/j-4.html' title='Jααηє куυη...(ƒяη∂χ 4 єνα αη∂ єνα)'/><author><name>яσѕу gяℓ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574641630594017109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478169357419103165.post-8587148206140284779</id><published>2009-01-11T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T08:01:36.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>вα¢к тσ ѕ¢нσσℓ...</title><content type='html'>First day of school in 2009 and first day for me to be in grade 9 :D:D to tell the truth I dnt really enjoy my day. First of all I had to wake up at 5:45. but that was fun coz my 2 cousins (a 10 year old and a 4 year old)  were also goin in the morning session. So after having a quick breakfast, I got ready and there I was, on my way to school. I was actually feeling nervous cox I dnt knw who will be in my class. Thoughts about hw many friends I wuld make or will they be friendly or will there be any problems blah blah blah went through my mind as I went to school. Then I saw an old friend of mine. He was in his way to school and he called me, and I just turned back and smiled and went. Soo In School I met all my last year classmates and we walked around the school trying to find our classes. Then in the assembly Madam Wafa talked to us about the schools new theme which was “excellence” (Faru is very proud as this theme was completely made jxt for the grade 10's in 2009..:P:P:P). We were reminded about the rules and regulations, which were kind of boring coz we already knw them by heart. Then our class started and I found out that our class teacher is a very.. you knw.. a teacher who likes rules and regulations. Hehe. She dsnt like students who disobey her and she is a Maldivian. The gud point is she sounded fun to be around. Then teachers came and went. There was this chemistry teacher who came to class and she talked about “women” Lol. But it was quite interesting. The other classes were boring and I missed all my last year friends. Most of the students were from another class so they all talked and had fun. We also have 2 twin students in our class and they were kind and gud. And there was this other girl who luves Barbie dolls and she even looks lyk one. And at break I met Faru. She was looking around the school for me and so was I. so when we met we talked and she walked me to my class and said that she will come to get me at the end of the session (thank god that she is in the morning session) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also there are some new rules in school. we are nt allowed to go through the Sultan Park at any time of the day if we are in our school uniform which also includes the sports uniform. if we are caught inside the Park then the MNDF who..lyk..u knw.. takes care of the park, will escort us to the school office and we will end up in suspension. and also any kind of make up or jewelry other then gold and silver will be disposed by the school if students are caught with it. Gold and silver will be handed to the parents. also mobile phones will be taken by the school and given to the parent after they sign a document. I. pods will nt be given to the students until the end of the term. and the biggest ruels is that now we have to use different gates for different grdaes. Gate number 1 used by grade 8’s, gate number 2 used by grade 10’s, gate number 3 used by us, and gate number 4 also used by the 10’s. I hate this new rule. I mean I can easily walk to home if I use gate 1 but now I have to go all around the school to get to home. And wat I hated the most was that at the end of the session me and faru went out of school and looked for faru’s mom. When we finally found her after about 5minutes, she said that she will come with me and get her books that were with me. it usually takes just 3 minutes to get to home. But today it took more then 10 minutes. There was sooooo much traffic and we had to squeeze and go which kind of left me with a headach. So I got home took a long bath and ate and slept for lyk 4 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New rules were nt only made in school but in the house too. Dhonthee said that I must sleep at 10 sharp. And I get to use the computer only for 1 hour per day. Guess this year in gonna be soo boring. Next year I have to sit for my o’level exams so I really have to concentrate on my studies from now onwards. I really want to make it to CHSE. So guess all these rules were made for my own gud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think my time is goin to be up soon. So cutxx. Bye. luv you all. Surely I m gonna miss all of you a lot, coz guess I will nt get online soo often.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-8587148206140284779?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/8587148206140284779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=8587148206140284779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/8587148206140284779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/8587148206140284779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post_11.html' title='вα¢к тσ ѕ¢нσσℓ...'/><author><name>яσѕу gяℓ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574641630594017109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478169357419103165.post-3594910284772918620</id><published>2009-01-07T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T02:22:26.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>тαggє∂ ву Nσω</title><content type='html'>1. If your lover betrayed you what would you reaction be?&lt;br /&gt;I wuld just cry a little (that’s if I love him a lot) and I wuld never want to talk to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If you could have one dream come true which one would it be?&lt;br /&gt;The day I complete my studies maybe get a degree or something and become somebody lyk a docter, whom everyone will be proud of :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Whose butt would you like to kick?&lt;br /&gt;people who get on my nerves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What would you do with a billion dollars?&lt;br /&gt;I actually never thought about it. But guess I wuld do something lyk donatin them or do something gud with them. And also use some amount for my self :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?&lt;br /&gt;possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?&lt;br /&gt;of coz beign luved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. How long would you wait for someone you love?&lt;br /&gt;it depends on the person and depends on hw much I love him. But may be forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. If the person you like is secretly attached, what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;if I love him a lot then may be I will wait. But if I c that he is happy then I will just try and forget him. I wuld be happy if he is happy :D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. If you could root for one social cause which one would it be?&lt;br /&gt;spreadin peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. What takes you down the fastest?&lt;br /&gt;beign bored I guess. I hate it when I have to stay home alone without anything to do. I love beign bxy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I loathe most in people?&lt;br /&gt;hatred towards one another and fights and stuff. (I actually dnt understand the question..heheh) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. What's your fear?&lt;br /&gt;nt beign luved. And also nt doing well in school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. What kind of person(s) do you think the person who tagged you is/are?&lt;br /&gt;a really very sweet guy whom I love a lot :D:D:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?&lt;br /&gt;I guess that wuld be married and poor. Coz for me,love comes before money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What is the first thing you do when you wake up?&lt;br /&gt;open my eyes. Get down from my bed, go infront of the mirror, comb my hair then into the bathroom. heheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who would you pick?&lt;br /&gt;In such a case I guess the person with whom I wuld be happier will be my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Would you give all in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;of coz I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. What's eating you now?&lt;br /&gt;thoughts about wat might happen in school next Sunday. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?&lt;br /&gt;beign single until I m old enough to be in a relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. tag 6 people…&lt;br /&gt;Any 6 people who want to do this tag…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-3594910284772918620?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/3594910284772918620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=3594910284772918620' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/3594910284772918620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/3594910284772918620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/2009/01/gg-n.html' title='тαggє∂ ву Nσω'/><author><name>яσѕу gяℓ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574641630594017109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478169357419103165.post-5478127675546383090</id><published>2009-01-01T03:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:39:30.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>нαρρу ηєω уєαя...</title><content type='html'>The only thing I have got to tell about last night is that for me it was the boringest New Year night ever. But to tell the truth it wasn’t that bad. Everyone went out the evening and I was alone at home with maama and dhonthee who was sleeping. First I planned on having a group conversation with my friends as most of them were online. But right then dhonthee woke up and she wanted the comp. I cannot say no to her so I just gave her and went out to watch the tv. Everyone was home by then and the were sleeping. It was 11;30 and my uncle and aunt were having dinner and asked me to come over and enjoy the last dinner of 2008. but I already had dinner. So i went to the balcony (my favourit spot when I feel bored) and was looking at the stars. After dinner my uncle and aunt went inside, so I was left alone in the balcony. There is this house infront of our house but a few blocks away. A lot of people were on the terrace and I knew that they were goin to celebrate new year. So I just waited to c and looked at the stars. Then suddenly the lights in that house went off and the count down started. I was able to hear the people on the terrace counting and so were some other people on the street joined the countdown. 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1...HAPPY NEW YEAR. All I was able to hear was people laughin and shouting and whishin each other. I wished myself a happy new year, and went inside. Dhonthee was downloading some songs. I joined her and we listened to songs and downloaded them till it was 1;00. I went to bed with a smile on my face thinking that there wuld be a lot more people who had a worse new year then I had. And hei, my new year wasn’t that bad. I mean I felt happy afterwards coz people always say that there are ups and downs in lyf. So I just thought that may be this new year will bring to me happiness and a new year night spend alone isn’t that bad.&lt;br /&gt;Soo that’s all I have got to say about my new year night and later I was glad to hear that all my friends had a great night. &lt;br /&gt;That’s all for now. and yah. HAPPY NEW YEAR. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SVyrQexC7OI/AAAAAAAAABA/kODeDpRX0G4/s1600-h/HappyNewYear.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SVyrQexC7OI/AAAAAAAAABA/kODeDpRX0G4/s320/HappyNewYear.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286288362251152610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-5478127675546383090?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/5478127675546383090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=5478127675546383090' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/5478127675546383090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/5478127675546383090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='нαρρу ηєω уєαя...'/><author><name>яσѕу gяℓ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574641630594017109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SVyrQexC7OI/AAAAAAAAABA/kODeDpRX0G4/s72-c/HappyNewYear.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478169357419103165.post-6013549453249283282</id><published>2008-12-30T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:43:14.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 αнєα∂...</title><content type='html'>its been a long time...i read 3 "princess diaries" by Meg Cabot, watched about 10 movies and did a lot of things during these days. i went to Faru's house, went to library, went shopping and had a great time. 28th dec was my dads birthday so they had lil party at our island. mom said that it was great and dad said that he had a great time. And day before yesterday was the islamic new year so happy islamic new year. And tomorrow is the January 1st 2009 :D:D:D m gonna miss 2008 soo much :P. i got my new books and m goin to buy the papers and everything and get ready for school.&lt;br /&gt;other then that nuthing special happened. i watched "Mamma mia" and there was this great song which I guess I already knew. But after listening to this song I just luved it. I have posted the lyrics of this song yesterday. Hope you guys wuld enjoy it. &lt;br /&gt;mmm. that’s all for today.  C you soon. Bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SVsh1xXTqyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vpRIVfEfXl4/s1600-h/2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SVsh1xXTqyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vpRIVfEfXl4/s320/2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285855795317287714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the happy memoirs of 2008 be with us and may they never be washed away from our minds. &lt;br /&gt;May you always be my friend, and may you have all the happiness that you deserve.&lt;br /&gt;May 2009 be as bright as 2008, and may we have the power to over come all the difficulties in our life. &lt;br /&gt;And may you have the best year ahead of you :D:D&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-6013549453249283282?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/6013549453249283282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=6013549453249283282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/6013549453249283282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/6013549453249283282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/2008/12/2009.html' title='2009 αнєα∂...'/><author><name>яσѕу gяℓ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574641630594017109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SVsh1xXTqyI/AAAAAAAAAA4/vpRIVfEfXl4/s72-c/2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478169357419103165.post-4364087712250084166</id><published>2008-12-30T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T00:15:36.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ι нανє α ∂яєαм...α ѕσηg тσ ѕιηg...</title><content type='html'>I HAVE A DREAM BY ABBA &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream, a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;To help me cope with anything&lt;br /&gt;If you see the wonder of a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;You can take the future even if you fail&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels&lt;br /&gt;Something good in everything I see&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels&lt;br /&gt;When I know the time is right for me&lt;br /&gt;Ill cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream, a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;To help me through reality&lt;br /&gt;And my destination makes it worth the while&lt;br /&gt;Pushing through the darkness still another mile&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels&lt;br /&gt;Something good in everything I see&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels&lt;br /&gt;When I know the time is right for me&lt;br /&gt;Ill cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;Ill cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream, a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;To help me cope with anything&lt;br /&gt;If you see the wonder of a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;You can take the future even if you fail&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels&lt;br /&gt;Something good in everything I see&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels&lt;br /&gt;When I know the time is right for me&lt;br /&gt;Ill cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;Ill cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-4364087712250084166?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/4364087712250084166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=4364087712250084166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/4364087712250084166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/4364087712250084166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-have-dream-by-abba-i-have-dream-song.html' title='ι нανє α ∂яєαм...α ѕσηg тσ ѕιηg...'/><author><name>яσѕу gяℓ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574641630594017109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478169357419103165.post-1510866265171614599</id><published>2008-12-19T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T05:22:47.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>∂є¢ 6 тσ ∂є¢ 13...вєѕт тιмє σƒ му ℓуƒ..</title><content type='html'>sorry 4 nt having posted any thing for lyk weeks. (thats a lot i guess) anyways i have some very gud reasons 4 nt posting anything. &lt;br /&gt;First of all i was soo soo very bxy during my trip to my island that i wasnt even able to get online. aaah, about the trip, i had a great great time. it was kind of lyk the very best week i ever had in my lyf. we got 5 bicycles and we went 4 late night rides and we had barbecues and a lil black rabbit which escaped twice (but we caught it) we went to the beach but sad to say the tide was sooo low that it dnt even reach our knees. my dad, uncle and brother went for fishin in a near by place and caught 2 very big fishes and a lil fish. We took pics and had a great time. On eid , we went out on a bicycle ride at mid afternoon (it was soooo hot.. but soo much fun) and I got wet about 6 times (on eid we put water on others.. its quite a lot of fun) And one day we all put “heena” on our hair. that day Faru called and Joodh (my cux) was talking with her on the phone for lyk 15 minutes ( he is just a lil 4 year old boy..heheh). and also dad taught us a new game which is very very interesting. He used to act lyk a boy of our age when we were playing. He even went to the airport with us. And you knw wat, one morning he ate the “nestum” ( I dnt knw the spelling, but hope you knw wat it is) made for my cux Jixu. He said it was very tasty and asked my aunt to by some of those and send him.(miss you dad) and mom used to stay home babysitting the kids when we all go out. I actually dnt felt lyk leaving mom behind and going out and having all the fun. She even baked a cake for me and my sis. (love you mom) We did tons of great and unforgatable things.when it was tym for us to come back no one felt lyk goin. We all had such a great time.&lt;br /&gt;The 2nd reason is that I was very very laxy after I got back to male’.  I guess it was because of all the fun we had. Hehe. The 3rd reason is that I actually dnt felt lyk writin a post. (I gues it was becox I was laxy) I had a lot to write but I just dnt feel lyk doin anything. The 4th reason is that I actually dnt have a lot of tym. i mean that I watch movies and read stories and chat and most of the evenings I go out with Hinth and Faru. I&lt;br /&gt;Its raining now and I dnt have anything else to do. No body is online and there is no movie to watch and I dnt feel lyk reading a story book, so I thought I wuld post something. &lt;br /&gt;Ok.. guess this post is getting a lil too long. I will try my best to update the blog everyday. i will post some pics of the trip as soon as i get them. Miss you Now, Mom, Dad, Nishy, Shehey, and most of all Ryaan.&lt;br /&gt;Bye and tc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-1510866265171614599?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/1510866265171614599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=1510866265171614599' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/1510866265171614599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/1510866265171614599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/2008/12/6-13.html' title='∂є¢ 6 тσ ∂є¢ 13...вєѕт тιмє σƒ му ℓуƒ..'/><author><name>яσѕу gяℓ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574641630594017109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478169357419103165.post-2850374085835056087</id><published>2008-12-06T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T07:20:18.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>family reunion</title><content type='html'>ok.. i knw that i did nt post anything for lyk ages.. i had been pretty bxy lately with our holiday trip. ooh i think i dnt tell u that i will be goin to my island with my family. actually i was the only one goin to go but the team grew bigger and bigger and bigger and now it is 13. the list is very very long. me, my sis, my bro, dhonbe dahtha, ryaan, my uncle and his wife with 2 children, my aunt and her son, my cousin and shiu. i think i forget to tell that right now i m at my house and my island :D the trip was great and fun. we were all rushin around as we had to get ready by 7:45 but unlucky we finished packin at around 8:00. the flight was fun. when we came to our island it was prayer time and it was sooo hot. yesterday went fine with unpakin and all. we got 6 bicycles with us right now (we got them from here and there) and also dad got a lil black rabbit. we went to ride bicycles and walked around the island. everythin is goin the way i wanted it to :D today nuthin special happened. we went for walks, went for bicycle riding, and all the boys went for fishin. we r goin to have a barbecue tonight and i knw that its gonna be a lot of fun. &lt;br /&gt;have to go. i dnt want to miss a single moment of this memorable trip .&lt;br /&gt;faruuu i miss u a lot...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-2850374085835056087?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/2850374085835056087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=2850374085835056087' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/2850374085835056087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/2850374085835056087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/2008/12/family-reunion.html' title='family reunion'/><author><name>яσѕу gяℓ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574641630594017109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478169357419103165.post-2289346653359336591</id><published>2008-11-26T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T09:14:37.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'>я υ ιη ℓυν ..؟؟؟؟؟؟؟</title><content type='html'>i was surfing the net oneday when i found a very very interesting heading (it might nt be soo interesting for some people :P) then i thought may be if i go thorugh it i will be able to kill some boring times. (it was a big big big essay) and also who knws wat might happen after reading it...who knws that u will nt be feeling the way u were feeling by the end of it :P:P (m jxt kidding) so the heading was "Top Ten Ways to Know You’re In Love". hehehehheheheh... lets jxt c whether u r in luv or nt :D (i have added some points and modified it a lil by my slef)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Ten Ways to Know You’re In Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love with someone is a wonderful, intense experience, but it can also be more than a little confusing to someone who’s never really had any romantic ideas in their head before. Love is an easy thing to define if you’re a wife, husband, boyfriend or girlfriend who has in your life already, but if you’ve never experienced it before, you might have a hard time figuring what the heck is wrong with you. Are you sick? Are you going crazy? Did someone cast a voodoo curse on you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, probably not. The first early symptoms of being in love can mirror illness or mental instability, sure. But once you learn to really enjoy being in love and get used to the idea of having a little old-fashioned romance in your life, you’ll start to appreciate these weird new symptoms you’ve come down with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, are you really in love, or just infatuated? People who fall in love for the first time experience hundreds of unique and individual emotions, thoughts and feelings, but there are a few classic symptoms that most lovesick individuals tend to develop. Check out the list below, and if you have three or more of them, you just might . . . gulp! . . . be in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. You’re in love if you think about them all of the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yah, I didn’t say that everything on this list would be profound or anything. This one is a no-brainer. If you love someone, they’re going to be in your thoughts all the time. In fact, you won’t be able to get them out of your head. Look at the rest of the indicators before coming to a conclusion, though, because this one could also mean that you’re just plain nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. You’re in love if everything reminds you of them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asks you to pass the ketchup and it reminds you of them. A flock of geese fly overhead and it reminds you of them. You get the picture. Oh, and for some reason, when you’re in love it seems like every new person you meet or see on TV or hear a story about has the same name as the person you’re in love with. I don’t know why that is, it just happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. You’re in love if you are unable to forget things about them &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are unable to forget how he/she looked the first time you met them. You remember each and every word they say, each and everything they do. And for some reason you feel that you will never be able to forget those memories. If you start to even remember the colour of the dress they wear, the smell of their perfume and the number of times they call you then may be you should go down and read the other points without wasting any time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. You’re in love if you start caring more about your own appearance.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, without warning, you find yourself wanting to actually iron the wrinkled jeans that have been sitting in the dryer for the last three days before you wear them. If you’re about to see that person who you can’t get out of your mind, there suddenly seems to be a whole lot of reflective surfaces around to check yourself out in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. You’re in love if you’re actually interested in knowing more about them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can forget about the days when you went home from a date remembering absolutely nothing about the interests, career and dreams of the person you went out with. Finding out all about this fantastic person is your new favorite thing to do. If you could find a book detailing every minute detail of their life, you wouldn’t sleep or eat until you read every last paragraph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. You’re in love if you want to impress them.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve always tried to be modest, but suddenly you feel like you’re a politician fighting to win the most important election ever in the history of the universe. You make sure that the faded newspaper article about you winning your third-grade spelling bee is left nonchalantly on the coffeetable when they come to visit. And you keep them as far as possible from that great aunt who loves to tell all of the embarrassing stories about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. You’re in love if you aren’t as tight with your money or time anymore.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when the idea of shelling out your hard-earned money to buy someone dinner or a gift would have horrified you. Sure, you would buy an occasional round for your friends or bring grandma flowers on her birthday, but spending any more money than absolutely necessary just wasn’t going to happen. But now, no price seems too high as long as it makes that special someone happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. You’re in love if hanging out with your friends just isn’t as appealing any more.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when you and your friends made fun of the former buddy who ditched your gang to hang out with their new boyfriend or girlfriend? And when the thought of abandoning your friends to spend time with a member of the opposite sex seemed like sacrelige? Well you can try to deny it all you want, but you’re finding yourself constantly thinking about being with that special someone . . . even when you’re surrounded by your buddies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. You’re in love if commitment is actually starting to sound like something you could stand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What, you commit to something that requires you to be faithful and responsible? Oh, the horror! What strange, evil spell has been cast upon you that would actually make you excited about a long-term relationship or even marriage with someone? Did someone slip something into your drink? Are you going insane? No. You’re probably in love, knucklehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. You’re in love if you just aren’t noticing other members of the opposite sex.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the people you used to stare at are still there . . . you just aren’t noticing them anymore. For some bizarre reason, that special someone has suddenly become infinitely more attractive to you than any other person on the face of the planet. People who you used to think were good-looking suddenly pale in comparison to the one you’ve found yourself falling in love with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soooooooooo...is any of this happenin to u..????? if any three or more things r true about u, then it wuld be my great pleasur to say "congrates, finally my friend.. u are in luv :D:D:D:D " &lt;br /&gt;may ur dreams come true and never give up hope thinking that whom u luv will nt luv u. my very sweet friend once said to me "dream as if u live 4eva n live as if u die 2mrw" so dnt stop dreaming coz they always say that the fruit of patience will be the sweetest of all (its nt exactly the way it is said.. but i guess u will understand wat i tried to say..heheh)&lt;br /&gt;byyye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-2289346653359336591?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/2289346653359336591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=2289346653359336591' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/2289346653359336591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/2289346653359336591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='я υ ιη ℓυν ..؟؟؟؟؟؟؟'/><author><name>яσѕу gяℓ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574641630594017109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478169357419103165.post-7272447382793816738</id><published>2008-11-23T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T09:19:07.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my lucky day..</title><content type='html'>i jxt have enough tym to say that yesterday was not soo bad. i mean to say that some bad things happened and even some good things. mom said that if my brother is going to island than i can go too :D:D:D. i m soo happy. then my uncle came to mal'e and gave us chocolates and sweets. (m lyk a lil baby who luves sweets) then we went for a walk and enjoyed a lot. i made and a bet with faru and she won so i have to give her a tobleron. hehe. i even met a 2nd cousin of mine (he even gave us chocolates :D). Nix ( faru's sis, hinth's best friend) bought us ice cream too(yummmy yummy) till then every thing was fine but after we went to faru's house we got the news that Ibrahim Nasir (former president of maldives) passed away. it was a really sad news. then after eating i came home and found out that my brother was in mal'e (he works at a resort and when he comes to mal'e he sits infront of the computer the whole day) soo i wasnt able to get online. &lt;br /&gt;soo yesterday wasnt that bad. i enjoyed a lot with my friends and had a great time. &lt;br /&gt;and today nuthin special happened. i woke up at 1:00 (hehe) sat infront of the t.v with out anything to do. thats all for now.. byyyye..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-7272447382793816738?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/7272447382793816738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=7272447382793816738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/7272447382793816738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/7272447382793816738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-lucky-day.html' title='my lucky day..'/><author><name>яσѕу gяℓ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574641630594017109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478169357419103165.post-6301887718989560994</id><published>2008-11-21T09:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T10:50:23.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>αησтнєя 2 вσяιηg ∂αуѕ gσηє ву...</title><content type='html'>m sorry. i have been quite bxy yesterday and i wasnt able to post anything. last night it rained a lot. i was on the sofa listening to the rain drops come and hit the balcony door. i was staring at the rain drops on the balcony door.(iluv doing that) then i dnt knw y, but i got up, opened the door, and got completely wet in the rain, which i guess i shuldnt have done, coz i got a really bad cough. i had been sneezin the whole night. yesterday i had a really sweet talk with my friend. we talked about lyf. i knw that the topic is a little (ok.. its very very) funny and weird, but dnt laugh coz the talk was a very big help for me to understand that nobody in this world has a perfect lyf.(now i wuldnt mind even if u call me a nobody :D) we both talked about the good things and bad things in lyf. &lt;br /&gt;dhen wat else did i doo..mmm..i watched about 4 movies during these 2 days, and read 2 story books, which kinda got me bxy. i was online the whole day and wasted most of my time chattin about useless and pointless things with my friends (i luv talking about pointless things when i m bored). my brother was kind of mad at me coz i kept disturbing him. kekek. i knw that i can be really naughty sometimes but later i even said sorry to him (hw sweet of me dhw)&lt;br /&gt;it was raining most of the day so i wsnt about to go any where. but we have plans to go for a walk tommorow .cannot wait to go out and get some fresh air..hehe. &lt;br /&gt;wat else..aaan.. i got a forward message and it said that if i pass the message onto 15 people in 10 minutes i will have a great day tommorw. so i forwarded it and i cannot wait till tommorow to c if it was ture. but  my brother said that the message was a really bad luck for him (no details) but i guess i will have a great day tommorw.&lt;br /&gt;ok.. its getting late and i havent had my dinner still(my stomach is crying for food) hehe. gud night. bye. and i will surely tell u each and everythin that happenes tommorw (excpet the private things :P heheh) luvxx&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SScCQ1kE5II/AAAAAAAAAAw/xOSJxMug2DI/s1600-h/Raindrops-on-Station-Window-29Jul07--761471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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I mean I actually dnt have anything to do. I just sit at home, chat, or just waste my time. I really hate wasting my precious time. Hehe. Soo yesterday evening me and dhonthee went to c my sweet little nephew, Ryaan. He is the son of my loabi loabi dhonbe dhatha and my brother. He is sooooo cute now. On the way to their house we bought a frozen cake (yummmmmy) and chips. Unfortunately he was sleeping when we went. So after having a great time we went out shopping. After that I got home, got online, and had a great time. And today I had made plans to go out with my best buddy and her sis. Lyf has been really very very boring these days (even though it was last night when I last went out…keke) but guess I ll have a great time today…:D hei gotta go…bye…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SSPieHfGXPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/QO4dJYNh04E/s1600-h/IMG_7973+(Small).JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SSPieHfGXPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/QO4dJYNh04E/s320/IMG_7973+(Small).JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270304995987053810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats my sweet ryaan.. luv u baby.. ummmwahx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-2292659228423556265?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/2292659228423556265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=2292659228423556265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/2292659228423556265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/2292659228423556265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/2008/11/z.html' title='нσℓι∂αуz'/><author><name>яσѕу gяℓ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574641630594017109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SSPieHfGXPI/AAAAAAAAAAo/QO4dJYNh04E/s72-c/IMG_7973+(Small).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3478169357419103165.post-4563105965627153638</id><published>2008-11-18T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:22:08.749-08:00</updated><title type='text'>му ƒανσυяιтє ѕσηg..</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YRi20cWMYOM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YRi20cWMYOM&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3478169357419103165-4563105965627153638?l=momentstobeshared.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/feeds/4563105965627153638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3478169357419103165&amp;postID=4563105965627153638' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/4563105965627153638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3478169357419103165/posts/default/4563105965627153638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentstobeshared.blogspot.com/2008/11/g.html' title='му ƒανσυяιтє ѕσηg..'/><author><name>яσѕу gяℓ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05574641630594017109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Rv8aaBUjQ9M/SXlmWozstCI/AAAAAAAAABI/_H06iR6oxUw/S220/111.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
