<?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-6185520065933799222</id><updated>2011-08-01T17:12:36.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bimala_shrestha</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimalashrestha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185520065933799222/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimalashrestha.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bimala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557246699772434551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLb5p5G0Bmk/SpTD7BoKFsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HNZH_CxumTg/S220/SANY0009_edited.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185520065933799222.post-8300783376648435167</id><published>2009-09-17T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T00:11:38.625-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry# 4</title><content type='html'>I have chosen the poem "America" by Claude McKay. In this poem the poet shares his experiences and troubles he had to face while living in America being a non-American. He states what kind of difficulties he had to face living here. By writing "her bigness sweeps my being like a flood", he refers that for non-Americans who usually come from small countries find America very big and its colossal cities make them unimportant and invisible. But no matter how hard the country and its busy cities tries to discourage the poet, the poet still stands strong and he is not affected by its hatred.&lt;br /&gt;This poem gives me inspiration to adjust and to not to be weak in this country as I am also a non-American. I was also overwhelmed by the colossal cities and busy life in here but now I have learned to get used to it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185520065933799222-8300783376648435167?l=bimalashrestha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimalashrestha.blogspot.com/feeds/8300783376648435167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bimalashrestha.blogspot.com/2009/09/entry-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185520065933799222/posts/default/8300783376648435167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185520065933799222/posts/default/8300783376648435167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimalashrestha.blogspot.com/2009/09/entry-4.html' title='Entry# 4'/><author><name>Bimala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557246699772434551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLb5p5G0Bmk/SpTD7BoKFsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HNZH_CxumTg/S220/SANY0009_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185520065933799222.post-6973788807281526574</id><published>2009-09-07T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:07:36.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Entry#3</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I have chosen the poem by W.H. Auden for my poem essay because when i read that poem i remembered the story of Icarus i had heard at childhood and realized how other views existed which i could not figure out when I was child.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The poem is about everyday world where everyday many people suffer from different problems but other people are forced to be spectators of their suffering because they can not do anything and they have their own things to do.In that poem, when Icarus fell to the water, many people were around there but they could not help him because they had their own business to mind. The poem also tells us that no one wants the bad things to happen but it is the rule of nature, that when someone is walking by a road or just sitting in the window, there might be other people who are suffering.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185520065933799222-6973788807281526574?l=bimalashrestha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimalashrestha.blogspot.com/feeds/6973788807281526574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bimalashrestha.blogspot.com/2009/09/entry3.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185520065933799222/posts/default/6973788807281526574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185520065933799222/posts/default/6973788807281526574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimalashrestha.blogspot.com/2009/09/entry3.html' title='Entry#3'/><author><name>Bimala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557246699772434551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLb5p5G0Bmk/SpTD7BoKFsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HNZH_CxumTg/S220/SANY0009_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185520065933799222.post-6077516110218057844</id><published>2009-08-27T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T12:56:48.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>poem of my choice</title><content type='html'>Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening&lt;br /&gt;by Robert Frost&lt;br /&gt;Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.&lt;br /&gt;My little horse must think it's queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year.&lt;br /&gt;He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there's some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake.&lt;br /&gt;The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole poem is really beautiful but I was really fascinated by the last four lines of the poem. Although the words in the last four lines are very simple, it has got very deeper meaning. The poet is travelling through the  woods which he finds very lovely but he cannot stay there and savor the beauty of it all because he is bound by his duties . I do not  know the poet means it from the last lines or not but what I really understood from the lines is that we find many temptations in our life which try to distract us from our aim; and in this poem the beautiful woods is the temptation. But no matter what, we should not be distracted by those temptations and must fulfill our promise or do what we are supposed to do before we sleep, i.e. before we die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185520065933799222-6077516110218057844?l=bimalashrestha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimalashrestha.blogspot.com/feeds/6077516110218057844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bimalashrestha.blogspot.com/2009/08/poem-of-my-choice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185520065933799222/posts/default/6077516110218057844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185520065933799222/posts/default/6077516110218057844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimalashrestha.blogspot.com/2009/08/poem-of-my-choice.html' title='poem of my choice'/><author><name>Bimala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557246699772434551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLb5p5G0Bmk/SpTD7BoKFsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HNZH_CxumTg/S220/SANY0009_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6185520065933799222.post-1318585950667968781</id><published>2009-08-25T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:07:49.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about me</title><content type='html'>Hi everybody&lt;br /&gt;I am Bimala Shrestha and I am originally from Nepal, a small south asian country. I have recently transferred from Cameron University after completing a semester in psychology major. It has been only eight months since I left my home country and i miss my home country, family and friends very much. Personally speaking, I am very fond of music, reading novels and shopping. My aim is to become a professional psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;This is my first semester in San Jacinto, so I am quite nervous right now but I hope everything will go smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6185520065933799222-1318585950667968781?l=bimalashrestha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bimalashrestha.blogspot.com/feeds/1318585950667968781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://bimalashrestha.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185520065933799222/posts/default/1318585950667968781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6185520065933799222/posts/default/1318585950667968781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bimalashrestha.blogspot.com/2009/08/about-me.html' title='about me'/><author><name>Bimala</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03557246699772434551</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLb5p5G0Bmk/SpTD7BoKFsI/AAAAAAAAAAM/HNZH_CxumTg/S220/SANY0009_edited.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
