<?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-5952785</id><updated>2011-04-21T22:29:39.581-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlet Thisbe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-109913970080660615</id><published>2004-10-30T08:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T08:46:27.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Color of Rain</title><summary type='text'>After much anticipation my new blog is finally ready and up and running with new entries from across the pond.
The Color of Rain
Enjoy!  And so leave comments - I love comments.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/109913970080660615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/109913970080660615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109913970080660615' title='The Color of Rain'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-109319783200439997</id><published>2004-08-22T13:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T14:03:52.003-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be back on the 24th of Aug</title><summary type='text'>People who might wanna get in touch with me, I will be back in the states on the 24th of August, and my cell phone should be up and running at the old number from the 26th.  Until then I can be reached via email.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/109319783200439997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/109319783200439997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109319783200439997' title='Be back on the 24th of Aug'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-109039704129173736</id><published>2004-07-21T03:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T04:04:01.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bangladeshi Column</title><summary type='text'>I have been checking my blog regularly lately to see who's been visiting my blog and if anyone's been posting comments.  I don't know why I didn't think about blogging while I was here.  Perhaps because it seems unethical at work.  So, six weeks down about two weeks to go.  It's been a very interesting and yes, enjoyable experience.  
If anyone would like to give me some advice, I have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/109039704129173736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/109039704129173736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109039704129173736' title='A Bangladeshi Column'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108831404536772703</id><published>2004-06-27T01:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-27T01:28:51.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For Atiya who has a dead comments section</title><summary type='text'>Hey love,
Sounds like you're having a good time with the internship and all.  I think you should DEFINITELY do spring at Geoergetown. You should take first semester Arabic at Smith this fall, and take advantage of Gtown's 6 credit intensive Arabic when you get there.  I know someone ;) who'll be happy to show you around and help you get acquainted with the MSA there! Write more, either email or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108831404536772703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108831404536772703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_06_27_archive.html#108831404536772703' title='For Atiya who has a dead comments section'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108736845420164291</id><published>2004-06-16T02:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T02:47:34.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><summary type='text'>A friend told me I should atleast post that I have reached Dhaka safely and that I am alive.  I hope this post will suffice.  My apologies to those who still bump into my blog once in a while, I promise regular updates in about a couple of months.  In the meantime, I will be lucky if I can manage a few infrequent ones. Have an awesome summer everyone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108736845420164291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108736845420164291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108736845420164291' title='(:'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108549830810316120</id><published>2004-05-25T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T11:18:28.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>25th May, 2330 BG 012
Details of my flight home this summer.  Pray that it reaches home safely.  And that I don't get massively dehydrated and bored on the flight. Those ofyou with blogs.  Keep them updated, if the slooooww dial ups back home permit me to check them I definitely will.  Au Revoire. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108549830810316120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108549830810316120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108549830810316120' title=''/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108499619656350490</id><published>2004-05-19T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T11:11:06.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Courtesy, Shagor</title><summary type='text'>With friends you grow wings,
Alone
you are a single feather in disgrace.
With them you master the wind,
but alone,
you're blown in all directions.
                                        -  Rumi</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108499619656350490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108499619656350490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108499619656350490' title='Courtesy, Shagor'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108498081463523632</id><published>2004-05-19T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T11:33:34.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>let's just say</title><summary type='text'>I think I am addicted to random nights.  I am starting to not like the Taurus side of my personality, I finally figured out that after all, the Aquarian in me rocks!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108498081463523632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108498081463523632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108498081463523632' title='let&apos;s just say'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108444207928352578</id><published>2004-05-13T05:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T05:54:39.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok so I haven't blogged in a while.  I am done packing, moving to a new dorm for two weeks (the remaining 1.5 weeks), taking my exams and handing in my papers.  I am working on campus now which is pretty cool.  Today was my day off but I am going to Hartford to do some paper work, get stuff renewed so that I can come back to this lovely country called America and continue to go to my awesome (no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108444207928352578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108444207928352578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108444207928352578' title=''/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108410408224021633</id><published>2004-05-09T08:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T11:34:11.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acchooo!  Dust allergy is starting to kick in.  I heard an echo in my room.  It's as stark and empty as the first day I came in, except perhaps with a few more dust bunnies.  In the past 48 hours I have had a grand total of 4.5 hours of sleep.  I am surprised I am still awake.  I would've like to stay up a couple more hours, I need to be somewhere between 10 and 3 and I prefer 10, just to get it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108410408224021633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108410408224021633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108410408224021633' title=''/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108390595229817158</id><published>2004-05-07T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T01:07:58.546-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of the semester, forreal</title><summary type='text'>I just took the longest break from writing my paper.  I am actually still writing it!  :(  I spent 12 and a half hours at the Campus Center yesterday from half past noon til one am.  It was a very nice experience.  Me and my laptop, lol, kidding.  It was nice, but for other reasons.  I felt very focused and calm.  I was listening to this CD my friend Shagor burned for me.  All these amazing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108390595229817158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108390595229817158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108390595229817158' title='Last day of the semester, forreal'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108348191764883937</id><published>2004-05-02T03:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T20:34:26.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Badar</title><summary type='text'>Al Iman senior banquet has been the most deeeelish so far (is that a word?).  I got a couple of pleasant surprises, Badar (my new stuffed Tiger) and a bar of candy - special from sweet Zahra.  Al Iman - all 21 of us - dressed up and went out into this shady lil town near Smith but the restaurant is soo good.  They have a belly dancer perform too, and we stayed long enough to watch both her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108348191764883937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108348191764883937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_05_02_archive.html#108348191764883937' title='Badar'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108337183451719096</id><published>2004-04-30T20:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T00:49:16.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last day of classes at Smith </title><summary type='text'>So I won't have another Smith class untill Fall 05! Yay! or nay?
Anyways, I was going to start studying tonight.  Not happening - spending the night with my senior friends instead.  

I am back! It's midnight - not too late for a Friday night.  However I was supposed to start reviewing last night.  Then this morning - did not happen.  Tonight?  Not happening, I know that for a fact. 

We </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108337183451719096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108337183451719096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108337183451719096' title='Last day of classes at Smith '/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108330783648937019</id><published>2004-04-30T02:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T02:54:54.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sahra</title><summary type='text'>Alright, I admit it, Arab night with Arab friends is always awesome! I had a blast at the Sahra at UMass tonight.  I am soo tired, I should be revising for my Arabic test and Intermediate microecon test!! Anyways, who cares?!?!  I am gonna remember tonight more than any night spent studying micro econ, right? right? (=
Lalalalala, enough for tonight....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108330783648937019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108330783648937019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108330783648937019' title='Sahra'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108321862928149556</id><published>2004-04-29T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T02:08:06.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Productivity Report</title><summary type='text'>Alright, so I wasn't THAT productive, but I did do part of the PRAXIS application, worked out with Atiya, posted questions for Satanic verses, put together my art portfolio, went to dinner with people from work and ... well that was my day!  It was an awesome idea to work out, we went and came back within an hour and now I am soo tired I feel like tonight I am gonna sleep well.  Night all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108321862928149556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108321862928149556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108321862928149556' title='Productivity Report'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108316376257432885</id><published>2004-04-28T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T10:53:37.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunshine, how terribly much I love thee, let me count the ways...</title><summary type='text'>It's a gorgeous day out!  It's 16 minutes before my first class and I have been awake and alert for the past half an hour, this is a good sign.  Inshallah today will be a productive day for me, do you believe in good omens?  I do.  This is turning out to be a boring entry, I'll be off now.  Have a wicked day everyone!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108316376257432885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108316376257432885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108316376257432885' title='Sunshine, how terribly much I love thee, let me count the ways...'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108301575511243223</id><published>2004-04-26T17:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T17:46:48.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of the Al Iman t-shirt, Sara and I</title><summary type='text'>View image
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108301575511243223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108301575511243223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108301575511243223' title='Picture of the Al Iman t-shirt, Sara and I'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108301565159735491</id><published>2004-04-26T17:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T17:45:04.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scarlettissue</title><summary type='text'>Tissue had a wonderful weekend, especially last night.  Last night was Ya Layl (O Night, in Arabic).  There was a dazzling performance by Arabesque, a Canadian dance troupe.  Followed by delicious dinner and a night of dancing to Arabic music, "habibi habibi . . . " and "nari min gamalu . . . ".  A big thanks to Jawaher for putting it up, and to all my friends who were there for me to boogie with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108301565159735491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108301565159735491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108301565159735491' title='Scarlettissue'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108291063775775060</id><published>2004-04-25T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T12:34:49.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What happened to my comments section?  It's pointless to even ask this question because you can't leave any suggestions about that now :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108291063775775060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108291063775775060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108291063775775060' title=''/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108278556758698708</id><published>2004-04-24T01:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T01:50:17.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(:</title><summary type='text'>Getting up in 4 hours and driving out with my best girls to drop off a friend at Yale.  ROADTRIP!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108278556758698708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108278556758698708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108278556758698708' title='(:'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108270717985513539</id><published>2004-04-23T03:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T04:10:35.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><summary type='text'>Jawaher loves random nights.  I am a new member of that club.  Tonight was another one of those.  After our night class we chalked around campus about Arabic cultural night (so excited about that) knowing that it was going to rain any minute which it did.  We could feel droplets during chalking but right when we were done , it came down.  Don't get me wrong, it didn't come down like it does in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108270717985513539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108270717985513539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108270717985513539' title='TGIF'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108248368447031628</id><published>2004-04-20T13:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T13:58:48.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon to a monitor near you</title><summary type='text'>My new blog.  It's under-construction right now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108248368447031628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108248368447031628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108248368447031628' title='Coming soon to a monitor near you'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108242407038351766</id><published>2004-04-19T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T21:25:14.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Have you ever prayed outside in congregation during Maghrib when the weather was beautiful outside?  I did.  It was my first time praying outside.  It was amazing.  It completely blew my mind, and honestly words cannot describe how euphoric it felt.  (I feel like a goof talking like this).  We went to UMass for Azhar Usman's comedy show and this was before the show.  The rest of the night was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108242407038351766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108242407038351766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108242407038351766' title=''/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108231415582421013</id><published>2004-04-18T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T18:58:40.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Without You</title><summary type='text'>By Raihana Yusufali

....Without you
I was the rebellious wind
Blowing aimlessly
Laughing at the weeping willows 
As they swayed in ecstasy ......

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108231415582421013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108231415582421013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108231415582421013' title='Without You'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108208255970622805</id><published>2004-04-15T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T02:16:16.293-04:00</updated><title type='text'>t-shirts galore</title><summary type='text'>Who's 'got iman?'  I do!!  Our cool new Al Iman t-shirt reads 'got iman?' Will try to post or put in a link soon! Yay!
I am so excited - getting EKTA t-shirt tomorrow.   Both of the are going to have CABINET written on the back.  They're limited edition as I like to put it.  I special.  (Intentional grammar mistake)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108208255970622805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108208255970622805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108208255970622805' title='t-shirts galore'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108196402171887507</id><published>2004-04-14T13:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T13:38:03.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate that feeling</title><summary type='text'>It's been years since I have felt this way.  In my mind, I have hidden them away, tucked away those experiences that have made me feel sick to the core of my stomach and made my eyes water with hurt pride and anger especially in front of people, who if I had a choice I would never shed any tears or express any emotions.  

So I went to my professor's office hours today, I had rushed back to my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108196402171887507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108196402171887507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108196402171887507' title='I hate that feeling'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108171514736660122</id><published>2004-04-11T16:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T01:58:49.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night was amazing</title><summary type='text'>The Internation Students' Org at Smith had its annual cultural show this
Saturday.  All of last week, we were busy rehearsing for the show.  I
was in the Middle-Eastern dance choreographed by my Saudi friends.  All
of us had such a good time shaking our booties.  We worked the hardest
on Friday night, practicing til 12:30 / 1 am at night after everyone
else was done with the dress rehearsal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108171514736660122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108171514736660122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108171514736660122' title='Last night was amazing'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108148600919016478</id><published>2004-04-09T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T01:25:34.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*groan* I ate too much and I still have to write half of my 5 pager that's due tomorrow.

Taken from Azum's profile,
Sit down with a pen and paper, count 10 seconds, and make a tally mark.
Repeat this again after another 10 seconds. 
Keep doing this every 10 seconds with no sleep for 100 days.
More people than THAT were killed in Rwanda in 1994.
1,000,000 people killed in 100 days</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108148600919016478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108148600919016478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108148600919016478' title=''/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108131137125653821</id><published>2004-04-07T00:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T00:23:02.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am warning you, it's a long entry</title><summary type='text'>It's 3pm.  I am at work although my shift is supposed to have ended by now.  (Note how I post from work often although I am VERY busy working at work)  The past few days have been crazy, exciting, awesome, tiring,
in other words, very eventful.
 
Let's start with this past weekend:
 
Sat: My first conference ever.  It was in Boston, Harvard University - the North East MSA National's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108131137125653821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108131137125653821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108131137125653821' title='I am warning you, it&apos;s a long entry'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108130724718705329</id><published>2004-04-06T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T23:11:13.513-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Poem</title><summary type='text'>Pretty women wonder where my secret lies.
I'm not cute or built to suit a fashion model's size
But when I start to tell them,
They think I'm telling lies.
I say,
It's in the reach of my arms
The span of my hips,
The stride of my step,
The curl of my lips.
I'm a woman
Phenomenally.
Phenomenal woman,
That's me.

I walk into a room
Just as cool as you please,
And to a man,
The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108130724718705329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108130724718705329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108130724718705329' title='Beautiful Poem'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108121141000146911</id><published>2004-04-05T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T20:33:54.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trilok Gurtu</title><summary type='text'>A soundbite. Will add details later.  Busy week, weeks, time of the semester.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108121141000146911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108121141000146911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108121141000146911' title='Trilok Gurtu'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108096593924115358</id><published>2004-04-02T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T23:22:39.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If Men Had Periods...</title><summary type='text'>Read on.  Someone posted a link to this on the Jolt.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108096593924115358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108096593924115358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108096593924115358' title='If Men Had Periods...'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108024572032507259</id><published>2004-03-25T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T20:01:03.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>None of this is really true, is it?</title><summary type='text'>I don't really care, as long as numbers 2 and 5 are true (number 1 being my username).

Your True Nature by llScorpiusllUsernameThe quality that most appeals to you:LoyaltyIn a survival situation, you:
Fight, and enjoy itYour hidden talent is:ResourcefulnessYour gift is:Irresistible attractivenessIn groups, you:Perfer to act as securityYour best quality is:Your industriousnessYour weakness is:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108024572032507259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108024572032507259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108024572032507259' title='None of this is really true, is it?'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-108024284232650432</id><published>2004-03-25T14:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T14:30:51.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Atiya told me to update, here goes</title><summary type='text'>hello...  I am at work.  I work at my college's career development office.  My friends think I don't do anywork here, and that I just sit around and surf the net, which is partly true.  And as it happened everytime they were here, I was not doing much  *coincident* .  I will have you all know though, that I DO do more than just sit around and read books at work.  Everyday at work, I help students</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108024284232650432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/108024284232650432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108024284232650432' title='Atiya told me to update, here goes'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107988602171064436</id><published>2004-03-21T11:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T11:30:51.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Camp Good Housekeeping</title><summary type='text'>So I didn't to go to a cool yoga camp or Barcelona or New York City for Spring break but I had a good time.  I spent part of my time at Smith and part of it at my aunt's with my mother in Connecticut.  
Here's what I did:
- bake (brownies, pecan swirl cake, cookies with white chocolate chunks- come get some from me)
- cooked deshi-ishtyle potato pancakes and khichuri (yes, my aunt has taken it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107988602171064436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107988602171064436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107988602171064436' title='Camp Good Housekeeping'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107931254150563897</id><published>2004-03-14T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T11:28:24.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fake smiles</title><summary type='text'>My friends tell me my camera smile is fake, but then isn't everyone's?  

See if you can tell a fake smile from a real one.  Take this survey.  I took it, and I only made one mistake!  I am really good at this aren't I.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107931254150563897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107931254150563897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107931254150563897' title='fake smiles'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107925045306996419</id><published>2004-03-14T02:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T02:50:46.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Take it when you get back from Spring break and you need to procastinate</title><summary type='text'>Think you know everything about me? Take the "How well do you know me?" quiz I created on Tickle and see how you score.

Here's my first question:

1. What's my sign?
   * Aries
   * Aquarius
   * Capricorn
   * Pisces

Just click (or copy and paste) this link and you'll be taken to my quiz.
http://connect.tickle.com/test.html?id=YFZ6FMGhc-KxAcnA&amp;

Nashat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107925045306996419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107925045306996419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107925045306996419' title='Take it when you get back from Spring break and you need to procastinate'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107925008410021099</id><published>2004-03-14T02:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T02:44:37.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taylor, (looking at me eating a hotdog for lunch) : I bet you some man made hot dogs just to see girls eat them.  
Me :  I bet a man designed popsicles too (watching Jess have one. )
Taylor :  I bet he did.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107925008410021099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107925008410021099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107925008410021099' title=''/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107901863711785822</id><published>2004-03-11T10:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T10:29:01.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Smurfs as Marxists</title><summary type='text'>I stumble across this webpage while googling the socio-political to see if it existed (Wikipedia didn't have it though).  Anyone else remember watching The Smirfs as kids, those cute little blue "people" and the evil human.  Anywho, off to finish my paper, confess something to my boss, attend a meeting, to go work, have dinner before class, and then finally let out a sigh of relief.  Spring Break</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107901863711785822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107901863711785822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107901863711785822' title='The Smurfs as Marxists'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-10786893571880871</id><published>2004-03-07T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T10:28:32.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For some reason, I am not Bangladesh</title><summary type='text'>
  You're Costa Rica!
  You're about as peaceful as anyone on the planet, a real dyed-in-the-wool 
pacifist.  And why not?  No one really poses much of a threat to you and 
everything seems to work out, no matter how much violence and insanity rages all around 
you.  So you relax and appreciate nature and culture while the rest of the world carries 
on their petty disagreements.  If only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/10786893571880871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/10786893571880871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#10786893571880871' title='For some reason, I am not Bangladesh'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107868876905269264</id><published>2004-03-07T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T14:49:23.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman Suffrage </title><summary type='text'>This is a follow-up to Cha's blog entry about women's suffrage in Switzerland dated Mar 4th.  
Woman Suffrage Timeline.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107868876905269264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107868876905269264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107868876905269264' title='Woman Suffrage '/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107864403684131975</id><published>2004-03-07T02:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T02:23:40.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am...</title><summary type='text'> What Famous Leader Are You?.
 
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107864403684131975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107864403684131975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107864403684131975' title='I am...'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107851121451465241</id><published>2004-03-05T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T13:29:56.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New links</title><summary type='text'>I added a few more interesting links under 'Places' on the left hand side bar.  Check them out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107851121451465241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107851121451465241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107851121451465241' title='New links'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107837880544960531</id><published>2004-03-04T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T00:43:18.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woodstock</title><summary type='text'>Am I the only one who noticed that apparently Sherry, Taylor and I are the same person : Woodstock?  (who by the way isn't even a human character?!?!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107837880544960531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107837880544960531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107837880544960531' title='Woodstock'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107835932406888665</id><published>2004-03-03T19:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T19:18:23.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Singhsons</title><summary type='text'>Click only if you have a clue about what this might be.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107835932406888665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107835932406888665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107835932406888665' title='The Singhsons'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107829506836286227</id><published>2004-03-03T01:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T01:27:26.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People of Bangladesh</title><summary type='text'>Really nice pics.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107829506836286227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107829506836286227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107829506836286227' title='People of Bangladesh'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107819531664720955</id><published>2004-03-01T21:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T21:44:52.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Humayun Azad</title><summary type='text'>Article from Muslim Wake Up on Humayun Azad, the recent attack on him by Bangladeshi Muslim fundamentalists.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107819531664720955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107819531664720955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107819531664720955' title='Humayun Azad'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107811840879270875</id><published>2004-03-01T00:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T00:23:04.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God forbid, I seem to have lost interest in blogging.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107811840879270875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107811840879270875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107811840879270875' title=''/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107803408475601463</id><published>2004-02-29T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T00:20:06.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanuts...</title><summary type='text'>I haven't blogged in a while and I know this isn't much of a blog, but I love these quizzes.

You are Woodstock!
 Which Peanuts Character are You? brought to you by Quizilla
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107803408475601463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107803408475601463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107803408475601463' title='Peanuts...'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107776436938283338</id><published>2004-02-25T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T22:02:18.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin care</title><summary type='text'>Here's another blogskin. Comment.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107776436938283338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107776436938283338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107776436938283338' title='Skin care'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107769291671889901</id><published>2004-02-25T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T19:55:40.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noam Chomsky's lecture at UMass</title><summary type='text'>My friends and I had the rare opportunity to see and hear a renowned man of our times speak.  In Safia's words, "political scientist, linguist"  Noam Chomsky, ladies and gentlemen.  It was abut of an adventure.  We had prepared to arrive there 45 mins before his lecture in order to get good seats, however we were in no way prepared to see the long line of people outside the auditorium.  Our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107769291671889901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107769291671889901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107769291671889901' title='Noam Chomsky&apos;s lecture at UMass'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107758382341326605</id><published>2004-02-23T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T19:53:09.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother Language day and welcoming Boshonto</title><summary type='text'>I often read online newspapers from home.  I was reading this week's weekend magazine and realised how many festivals, holidays, celebrations I have been missing out on since I came to study here in the States.  Recently, on the 21st of February, is a day of mourning for us.  It has been our Mother Language day since 1952 and has recently, since 1999, been declared International Mother Language </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107758382341326605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107758382341326605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107758382341326605' title='Mother Language day and welcoming &lt;em&gt;Boshonto&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107752345415349238</id><published>2004-02-23T03:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T03:07:00.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh, by the way, I got a new haircut that I absolutely love *grin*.  I wuv Fadia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107752345415349238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107752345415349238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107752345415349238' title=''/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107752310416411085</id><published>2004-02-23T02:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T03:01:09.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tired of the old skin</title><summary type='text'>I am thinking about a new blogskin.  Here it is.  Let me know what you think.  It's not complete yet and I have not figured out how to archive my old blogs yet.  Any suggestion, recommendation, input of any sort is most welcome.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107752310416411085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107752310416411085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107752310416411085' title='tired of the old skin'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107750327439343750</id><published>2004-02-22T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T21:30:40.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>alarms at Hampshire</title><summary type='text'>Thing I wouldn't know if I didn't go to college:
3.  One pound of chocolate covered gummies makes an excellent brunch; throw in a few sour gummy worms and you got yourself a gourmet meal.

So last night, the bloody fire alarm went off at 3:30 am.  The Hampshire alarms are soooo friggin' loud! And what kind of a college allows kids to smoke inside halls?! On top of that you apparently get fined</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107750327439343750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107750327439343750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107750327439343750' title='alarms at Hampshire'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107734779581437593</id><published>2004-02-21T02:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T02:19:29.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Atiya *muah*</title><summary type='text'>Oh and I almost forgot, in the midst of unimportant things,  congratulations to Atiya on her internship in Washington!
Now you have to blog regularly!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107734779581437593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107734779581437593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107734779581437593' title='Dedicated to Atiya *muah*'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107734293999180729</id><published>2004-02-21T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T00:58:23.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-</title><summary type='text'>Beautifully shot picture.  To see more of Shirin Neshat's work google her. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107734293999180729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107734293999180729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107734293999180729' title='-'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107734164034397815</id><published>2004-02-21T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T00:36:43.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So let me sum up tonight:  People in this valley know how to party.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107734164034397815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107734164034397815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107734164034397815' title=''/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107717120753689419</id><published>2004-02-19T01:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T01:16:08.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>trying to be net savvy...</title><summary type='text'>So I have been working on a couple of blog related things lately.
1.  My blog is ready for a change.  I have been looking for new skins.  Something red, with smaller type (I know I can just change the font size on this one), a scroll bar and hopefully an image.  Suggestions are welcome.
2.  Since this free blog cannot host pictures I wanted to make an online group or something where I could put</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107717120753689419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107717120753689419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107717120753689419' title='trying to be net savvy...'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107697107526694473</id><published>2004-02-16T17:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T17:40:32.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenin, Palestine</title><summary type='text'>One of my good friends, Asmaa, is from Jenin in Palestine.  Here are some pictures of her town taken June/July 2002.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107697107526694473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107697107526694473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107697107526694473' title='Jenin, Palestine'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107688374562857465</id><published>2004-02-15T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T18:54:40.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dr Yunus offers pitha to Queen Sofia of Spain</title><summary type='text'>My hero! *blushes*</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107688374562857465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107688374562857465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107688374562857465' title='Dr Yunus offers &lt;em&gt;pitha&lt;/em&gt; to Queen Sofia of Spain'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107678958478658167</id><published>2004-02-14T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T16:59:50.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I wouldn't know if I didn't go to A WOMEN'S college, contd</title><summary type='text'>2. Snowmen simply reinstate age-old patriarchy.  Besides the buldges of a snowperson resemble a voluptuous woman more than a man, unless we're talking about the beer-gutted fat men.  Therefore, if one must make a snowman, please make him broad shouldered,  tall, pleasing to the eye.  And if you like the traditional figure 8 , please make a nice curvy snowwoman. If I could post pictures, I would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107678958478658167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107678958478658167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107678958478658167' title='Things I wouldn&apos;t know if I didn&apos;t go to A WOMEN&apos;S college, contd'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107665427024689408</id><published>2004-02-13T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T01:40:22.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate this</title><summary type='text'>I have a very busy day tomorrow.  It's 1:30 am.  I still have to write my Plan of Study personal statement, and complete my application for a reunion worker position.  Print them.  Submit them and then, go to a 10 am appointment, 11 am class, afternoon class at UMass, Erotic poetry reading at Hampshire,  party at Noho, party at Hampshire and then slumber party at Hampshire.  Abbu's (my father) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107665427024689408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107665427024689408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107665427024689408' title='I hate this'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107655432651944607</id><published>2004-02-11T21:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T21:54:36.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dedicated to Charlotte</title><summary type='text'>Congratulations to Cha!

Someone's definitely (Inshallah) going abroad next year! Whooopppiieeeeee! (did I spell that right?)  

I know she's going to have an awesome summer, fall and Christmas.  Maybe even bag a trip to Bangladesh and say hi to my family and Anika's.  I already can't wait to read your China blog entries!!!  You have to take you digi cam, and take loads and loads of pics and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107655432651944607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107655432651944607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107655432651944607' title='Dedicated to Charlotte'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107647736409623258</id><published>2004-02-11T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T00:31:53.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dhaka amar Dhaka</title><summary type='text'>Pictures from winter in Dhaka.  They're posted by my brother, so I make a special appearance in only two of them.  Take note of the pictures titled Cafe Mango.  The year before I came here, that was our favorite hang out.  My friends and I used to go there almost every day.  They had some great deshi snacks.  And it was just down the road from my highschool.  I wish I had more pictures of Dhaka, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107647736409623258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107647736409623258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107647736409623258' title='Dhaka amar Dhaka'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107637352132339837</id><published>2004-02-09T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T19:41:08.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LSE here I come, almost</title><summary type='text'>I am so excited that I am finally applying to the London School of Economics, for hopefully an awesome year in Europe, that I am going to play scrabble now with my scrabble buddies :) , even though I still have my drawing assignment to start which is due at 9 am tomorrow :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107637352132339837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107637352132339837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107637352132339837' title='LSE here I come, almost'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107630292489136223</id><published>2004-02-09T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T00:05:43.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You know who you are</title><summary type='text'>This blog entry is dedicated to some very special people in my life.

Thanks, you guys.  Thanks for making me smile when I need to the most.  And thanks for being in my life.  I love you so much.  Muah!

(I know you think it's corny, but Allah ke baande hasdey... speaks to me, so stop laughing.)
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107630292489136223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107630292489136223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107630292489136223' title='You know who you are'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107622371213814703</id><published>2004-02-08T02:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T02:04:17.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I wouldn't know if I hadn't gone to college:</title><summary type='text'>Ok, so I have decided to start a list.  It will be called, things I wouldn't know if I hadn't gone to college.  I figure that waiting till I get out of school to write it, will be too late.  Besides I like to appreciate things as they come.  So here's number 1.

Things I wouldn't know if I hadn't gone to college:

1.  Eating garlic hummus with pita bread with your suitemate while sitting on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107622371213814703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107622371213814703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107622371213814703' title='Things I wouldn&apos;t know if I hadn&apos;t gone to college:'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107610289001540608</id><published>2004-02-06T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T16:30:33.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when the brown turned pink</title><summary type='text'>I thought I should write this soon, because as it turns out and as those of you who know me know very well, I am very forgetful.  So today while eating lunch and getting to leave for UMass for my Arabic class, Anika ran downstairs to tell me that UMass classes were cancelled. Yay!  So, Jawahar, Sara, Asmaa, Anika and I decided to go sledding.  We walked back home tired, buut on the way back </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107610289001540608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107610289001540608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107610289001540608' title='when the brown turned pink'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107602317949584401</id><published>2004-02-05T18:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T18:22:36.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A tale from Bengal and a letter from Pakistan</title><summary type='text'>This story by Tagore eloquently explains what we suffer from in general: a myopic vision towards the concept of education and that also twisted with selfish motives.


Mashhood Risvi writes to Progressive Magazine from Pakistan.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107602317949584401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107602317949584401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107602317949584401' title='A tale from Bengal and a letter from Pakistan'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107600712199880848</id><published>2004-02-05T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T20:47:41.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Never in History had violence been initiated by the oppressed.  How could they be the initiators, if they themselves are the result of violence? How could they be the sponsors if something whose objective inauguration called forth their existence as oppressed?  There would be no oppressed had there been no prior situation of violence to establish their subjugation.  Violence is initiated by those</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107600712199880848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107600712199880848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107600712199880848' title=''/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107595893822719875</id><published>2004-02-05T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T00:32:47.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"... a chain of events ... led to the separation of East Pakistan."</title><summary type='text'>So, in a quest to find out more about my history, I went on a googling spree when I came across a Pakistani site that has a timeline with the Father of my nation, Sheik Mujibbur Rahman featured in it.  I read the brief one page written about him.  I don't know how many of you know, but 33 years back in 26th March 1971, the Pakistani military started a killing spree in the then East Pakistan, it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107595893822719875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107595893822719875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107595893822719875' title='&quot;... a chain of events ... led to the separation of East Pakistan.&quot;'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107570674244907313</id><published>2004-02-02T02:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T02:27:59.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photographs by Annie Leibovitz</title><summary type='text'>Women</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107570674244907313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107570674244907313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107570674244907313' title='Photographs by Annie Leibovitz'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107565566074154873</id><published>2004-02-01T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T12:16:54.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bangladesh</title><summary type='text'>I ashamed to discover how little I know about my history and heritage. It's a work-in-progress.  Here's a little something for my friends to check out and learn about my history.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107565566074154873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107565566074154873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107565566074154873' title='Bangladesh'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107561508700919781</id><published>2004-02-01T00:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T01:00:22.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment away</title><summary type='text'>New comments section. :) I put it up myself. Need suggestions to move the icon "Comments by HaloScan" away from the left side of the page and match it up with the icons on top.

Comment away!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107561508700919781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107561508700919781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107561508700919781' title='Comment away'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107561379235332107</id><published>2004-02-01T00:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T00:38:47.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comment section still down. :(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107561379235332107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107561379235332107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107561379235332107' title=''/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107544247772538186</id><published>2004-01-30T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T01:03:30.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In other news</title><summary type='text'>Okay so the comment section's down, but in other news (I love that phrase, it's so cliched) it was my birthday yesterday! And I had a wonderful time just hanging out with my best friends, I even made a couple more new friends and (Inshallah) got into this class that's so awesome (not so much some of the people in it, but the professor - Mashallah!) and intense, I have some of my closest friends </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107544247772538186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107544247772538186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107544247772538186' title='In other news'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107524603975997119</id><published>2004-01-27T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T17:38:02.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids with cameras</title><summary type='text'>A site featuring pictures taken by children from Calcutta's red light district.  I received a message on my Friendster bulletin board and visited the site, and I think it's worth a visit.

</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107524603975997119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107524603975997119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107524603975997119' title='Kids with cameras'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107517738241383792</id><published>2004-01-26T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-26T23:25:10.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As dorky as this may sound, I must confess, I regularly check out the NedStats for my blog.  If you don't know what I am talking about then scroll down to the bottom of the lists on the left hand side column, there you will find a tiny icon that looks like a graph - click on it.  It has a record of how many visitors I have had each day, from what domain, country, via which link, etc.  I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107517738241383792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107517738241383792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107517738241383792' title=''/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107508844836352263</id><published>2004-01-25T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T22:43:14.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of classes</title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow's the first day of classes for this Spring.  I am excited at the thought that after this semester I, along with most of my friends, will be a JUNIOR :).  And if Allah is willing, I will be spending that year in a different school, in a different city, in a different country altogether, I'll cut the chase, there is a possibility that I will be studying at the London School of Economics.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107508844836352263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107508844836352263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107508844836352263' title='First day of classes'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107486790772024518</id><published>2004-01-23T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T09:27:11.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Swapping warmth and leisure for the cold and work...</title><summary type='text'>I know I should start posting again.  And I will, I am just in the complaining-about-too-many-things-to-do phase, when I am out of it and finally in the doing stuff phase I promise I will post.  In the meantime, check out this very interesting link, a 30 second video featuring a South Asian man.


</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107486790772024518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107486790772024518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107486790772024518' title='Swapping warmth and leisure for the cold and work...'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107184925205549648</id><published>2003-12-19T10:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T10:54:27.010-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10:42am Friday</title><summary type='text'>As of 10:42 am this day, I have been done with all my finals!!! *grin*  I will be packing, cleaning, doing laundry and running last minute errands shortly.  I will most likely post again today if I find anything exciting.  As for the following 5 weeks til Jan 26th (first day of classes) I don't know if I will be posting.  I know, I am sure all of you, my avid readers are sad that you will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107184925205549648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107184925205549648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107184925205549648' title='10:42am Friday'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107176337530023404</id><published>2003-12-18T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T15:46:19.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too stupid to be ...</title><summary type='text'>If you have a few minutes to spare, which you obviously do because you're here, aren't you, check out this link  about Bush for some laughs.

Also check out this interesting (and short) article on the United Nations Human Development. 
"According to the report, the world's 358 billionaires control assets greater than the combined annual incomes of countries with nearly half the world's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107176337530023404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107176337530023404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107176337530023404' title='Too stupid to be ...'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107170618581572866</id><published>2003-12-17T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T19:18:21.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty...</title><summary type='text'>I am very happy right now.  I wasn't conciously aware of that but several people commented that I looked happy; "You look happy.  Are you done with your exams?", "Nope".  I am not done with my exams, so you wonder, why is Nashat happy? It's cause I just found a book I had been looking for in our own library!!! Right now, I love Nielson library.  It's been raining all day, it's slushy, there's an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107170618581572866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107170618581572866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107170618581572866' title='Beauty...'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107164635179433611</id><published>2003-12-17T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T02:33:27.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and the countdown</title><summary type='text'>I finally put the final touches on my anthro paper. Yay!  Titled, sub-titled and referenced - off it goes to the Writing Center tomorrow and then on Thursday, with Brian Turner (my writing counsellor) and Cha's approval, it's going in Elliot Fratkins box. Read Cha's interesting blog entry on subtitling and such.

From now, I only have to worry about ECO253 - Intermediate Macroeconomics.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107164635179433611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107164635179433611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107164635179433611' title='and the countdown'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-10716102282590532</id><published>2003-12-16T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T16:31:55.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heads up - Sunny warm goodness up ahead</title><summary type='text'>Weather Forecast for Dhaka, Bangladesh.  Week of  December 21st:
Dec 22    Daytime High /Overnight Low (°C)  27°/14°    (80°/58°F)   Sunny</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/10716102282590532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/10716102282590532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#10716102282590532' title='Heads up - Sunny warm goodness up ahead'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107153198177211663</id><published>2003-12-15T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T13:16:09.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion in the air</title><summary type='text'>In some old Smith houses, we still have steam radiators warming our rooms.  Mine is one such house. When the radiators start up, it sounds like someone is banging on pipes and it makes a lot of noise that too sometimes in the middle of the night or early morning, like 8 am (hey! that's early for me!!).  However there's more, out the radiator comes not only heat but also stinky steam (though some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107153198177211663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107153198177211663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107153198177211663' title='Passion in the air'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107143920051487342</id><published>2003-12-14T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T03:18:40.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>of Love and Saddam</title><summary type='text'>"Econometricians, like artist, tend to fall in love with their models." 
                                                                              - Edward Leamer

In other news, Saddam Hussein was captured last night.
For different perspectives:
Iraqi Newspapers
Al Jazeera News
CNN
and a very interesting article by a Muslim sister, Leila Montour "Capturing Saddam: Surprise in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107143920051487342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107143920051487342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107143920051487342' title='of Love and Saddam'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107126379184389581</id><published>2003-12-12T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T16:16:44.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shirin Ebadi, Nobel Peace Prize Laureate 2003</title><summary type='text'>So the Arabic exam wasn't all that bad. Enough about me.  

Check out the following link - the full text of Shirin Ebadi's Nobel Peace Prize Lecture, delivered in Oslo on December 10, 2003.
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107126379184389581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107126379184389581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107126379184389581' title='Shirin Ebadi, Nobel Peace Prize Laureate 2003'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107121342434519295</id><published>2003-12-12T02:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T02:17:17.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stressing</title><summary type='text'>Why didn't I study Arabic earlier? Now I am stressed!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107121342434519295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107121342434519295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107121342434519295' title='Stressing'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107103418303184977</id><published>2003-12-10T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T00:29:55.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Of isms, ians and osophy's</title><summary type='text'>"Things you will not need to know in later life (1,998 hours). These are the things you learn in classes whose names end in -ology, -osophy, -istry, -ics, and so on. The idea is, you memorize these things, then write them down in little exam books, then forget them. If you fail to forget them, you become a professor and have to stay in college for the rest of your life."


Dave Berry, courtesy</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107103418303184977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107103418303184977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107103418303184977' title='Of isms, ians and osophy&apos;s'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107102858084214914</id><published>2003-12-09T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T22:56:32.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>-blank-</title><summary type='text'>I can't wait to be done with school.  Atiya just left my room after studying Spanish, and this is what happens to me everytime someone leaves my room (even though I DO enjoy my "me time"), I feel a little sad.  This feeling usually doesn't last long and if I am lucky I won't even notice it.  Anywho, I still have to finish my intermediate macro homework.  It's the last problem set!! Afterwards, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107102858084214914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107102858084214914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107102858084214914' title='-blank-'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107090168959854331</id><published>2003-12-08T11:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T17:03:28.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aargh...</title><summary type='text'>Alright, so the weekend's over.  I still haven't finished THE paper.  But it's all good.  I am not going to stress; I am not going to hit the panic button.  I wrote 3 pages and finished reading Dr Yunus's autobiography Banker to the Poor, where I was introduced to a new not-yet-established branch of economics.  Don't know if I belong to that school of thought anyway, always thought I was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107090168959854331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107090168959854331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107090168959854331' title='Aargh...'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107068119108866669</id><published>2003-12-05T22:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T22:26:42.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Long night</title><summary type='text'>So, just got back from the Gillett house cocktail.  It was alright.  The Brown Derbies and the Smiffenpoofs , not to mention the flute choir, was the highlight of the evening.  I decided I wouldn't dress up for the cocktail, ten minutes after I went down, I came back to change.  Seeing all those people in the living room, all dressed up got me in the mood to do the same.  So I did.  Nix looked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107068119108866669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107068119108866669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107068119108866669' title='Long night'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107052282517338628</id><published>2003-12-04T02:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T02:27:15.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss of death</title><summary type='text'>Western compassion can be nothing less than a kiss of death.

(on SAPs - Structural Adjustment Policies that require governments to cut off spending on basic human needs like water, subsidized food, healthcare and education in order to receive loans/aids from developed/Western countries)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107052282517338628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107052282517338628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107052282517338628' title='Kiss of death'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107042004184173007</id><published>2003-12-02T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T21:54:11.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>and then it snowed</title><summary type='text'>... And in other news, the snow stuck to the ground for longer than a half hour (in places).  This is a first for this winter.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107042004184173007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107042004184173007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107042004184173007' title='and then it snowed'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107032581770843640</id><published>2003-12-01T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T17:41:05.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Mosque Poems</title><summary type='text'>By Mohja Kahf


 ...My little mosque is poor yet
every week we are asked to give
to buy another curtain
to partition off the women ...

...I would like to build
a little mosque
without a dome
or minaret
I’d hang a sign
over the door:
Bad Muslims
welcome here 
Come in, listen
to some music,
sharpen 
the soul’s longing,
have a cigarette...

...The Mosque is under your feet,
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107032581770843640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107032581770843640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107032581770843640' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.muslimwakeup.com/mainarchive/000460.php&quot;&gt;Little Mosque Poems&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-107025457496414262</id><published>2003-11-30T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T23:56:25.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In the cause</title><summary type='text'>I once had a professor who signed off all her emails with 'In the cause' and today I am writing in the cause of procastinating.  My blog entries have turned out, as the initial excitement wore off, to be the result of my procastination.  
Recap of Thanksgiving break:
Day 1: Dragged Nix out of bed/sleeping bag at 3pm. Dinner at Cha's aunt's place.  Met some overgrown semi-frat boys, one of whom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107025457496414262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/107025457496414262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107025457496414262' title='In the cause'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-10702367864320568</id><published>2003-11-23T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T19:09:45.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eid Mubarak</title><summary type='text'>Eid Mubarak.  
Two weeks from now my 10-15 page research paper is due.  If you think it’s not a big deal, let me in on the secrets.  Anyways back to the main subject, Eid.  For those who might not know what that is, it is a three day holiday after the end of the month of Ramadan, which is a month in the lunar-based Islamic calendar.  (For more info check out previous blog entry)  So, we decided </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/10702367864320568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/10702367864320568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#10702367864320568' title='Eid Mubarak'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5952785.post-106957150092966228</id><published>2003-11-23T02:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T02:12:43.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For the love of money</title><summary type='text'>"The monetarists are wrong, people do not produce only for the monies, but for the feeling of dignity."
                                                                                                                     - Andreas Fuglesang in Participation as Process - Process as Growth (A book about the Grameen Bank)

Is it odd that as an Economics major, I actually love it when economists </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/106957150092966228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5952785/posts/default/106957150092966228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scarletthisbe.blogspot.com/2003_11_23_archive.html#106957150092966228' title='For the love of money'/><author><name>nashat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14750567068409514603</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></entry></feed>
