I kind of killed it too. A fusion of coloured hues fading out into another tomorrow. Softly fading away into a warm pinkish glow, verily death is sweeter than honey. Ya Sayyed ash Shuhada, your blood marks the rise of every tomorrow, and the demise of every today. Where am I going? November 12, 2012.

Saturday, June 13, 2009. The victory garden is going great! Lily loves working in the garden. She helps me weed, dig, and pick. Her favorite is the strawberries. She keeps a close eye on them in case any turn red.

New York seen Up Close and Far Away. Monday, July 13, 2009. I saw the figure 5. The etiquette of stopping by unannounced is discouraged in New York in general. The artists are a much looser community. No one knows everyone anymore, the only people who seem to are the rich club kids. Their productivity beyond hedonism is rather low. Sunday, July 12, 2009.