and then our exile

Yay for beautiful people! Actually, more like tabarakAllah.

Anyways. It is now lateish and soon i will go to my room to talk to The Notebook before i do sleeps, but a sobering thought of today was related once more to synthetism--how natural reactionistic emotions have become too orchestrated? (This from self-interrogation as i watched shadow-patterns on snow.)

i want a good istikhara too!! Not just Shuaibu!! Is this hasad? Eh? After what Shaikh Tamir said? Eh? What do i think i'm doing? Eh? "um--but i had to marry the girl next door, while you...." (Mujahid still, still makes me laugh.) Actually, we should all be happy for Ph-R-D and Umar. And Ghubta in the house.

Tomorrow i must do lots of works.