and then our exile

...All men make faults, and even I in this,
Authorizing thy trespass with compare,
Myself corrupting, salving thy amiss,
Excusing thy sins more than thy sins are;
For to thy sensual fault I bring in sense--
Thy adverse party is thy advocate--
And 'gainst myself a lawful plea commence...
--of Sonnet XXXV
~

Globber apathy=now-paradigm. Iconoclasm!! Ha. Yeah. Smite me.

Shuaibu leaves for Cairo. New link on the side. He is one person from a decade or so ago whom i can still think of without shaking my head. Or at least, do so for other reasons. Remember Age of Empires? Ha. And also when we used to try to make D*nnis cry. Hee. We had good intentions. Really. All those good times. So long ago. And now we are all old and never find time to meet. And he is a second-year heading for med. One day i will find me some Muslim-people who are not for engineers or doctors. Or maybe do massive da'wah and convert the whole polisci department. That would be fun. The whole Arts faculty. Except first i must convert myself.

i don't really have anything to say. Am dreaming. Go read [archival globposts] and check out the intermittently blatant social pandering. So maybe i wasn't as innocuous as i paraded myself as. And the extremity in posting.

Who can define a blue parrot review?
A prrrrecious placard?
An Amerikkkan lie?

Syrian visa application: Have you visited occupied Palestine?
Me: Yes. i mean no. i mean yes i mean no i mean yes i mean no i mean, next question...

Me: and you know, Mama, a metallic smell has been following me around.
Ammiji: um.
Me: no really. It is very strange. And when i went outside after Fajr the other day, i smelt kitchen garbage.
Ammiji: kitchen garbage?!
Me: well, not really kitchen garbage...more like the smell of the vacuum cleaner mixed with pepper.
Ammiji: oh. Um, i see. Maybe you should get some sleep...