candy makes me sick.

The other night, i was watching some show on FoodNetwork, i think its called Unwrapped. Basically, viewers are given the opportunity to watch how certain popular candy and beverages are made. When i was watching the show, it was featuring a type of candy that isnt available in Canada, however, it reminded me alot about GIANT willywonka Nerds. As i watched the steps unfold on how this sweet candy is made, i suddenly had this urge to wipe my mouth. to which my sister screamed out "OMG YOU'RE DROOLING?!"

i dont know if i was. maybe i do?

:)

-taibah out

sweaty naps. gross.

khehehehehehehehehhe

-taibah out

The Valley of Richness

So, this is gonna sound hella cheesy to alot of you.
(shout out to saqibs85 for indirectly giving me this idea, thanks man!)

But im basically collecting fragments of writings, such as hadiths, ayats from the Quran, reflective writings from other online bloggers, khutbah summaries, random lecture notes, and book review notes. Its a collection of inspirational messages and things you and I can always look back at at times of 'roughness in the alley' [taibah lingo] or whenever you're sick of reading your boring notes for school and basically want to take a break and read something that will (insha allah) benefit you, and others, incase you wish to share it with someone else (feel free to do so!)

I call this collection, The Valley of Richness.

What does it mean to be Rich? Why did i choose the term Valley?
(In all truth, i thought it sounded really cool)...i shall explain my darlings.

When you think of Life, it gives me a headache. mostly cause of all the stuff i have to put up. In all aspects of life, im always trying to please someone or maintain my responsibilities. For example:

When i go to work, i please my boss and meet my deadlines, attend my meetings and arrange my time to get things done. For the most part, i simply have to keep my boss happy and make sure that work gets done, and that i dont waste my time throughout the day and just to stay productive as much as possible.

When i go to school, i dont really please anyone, except the entire university system itself. If i dont attend class, i miss lecture. If i miss lecture, i miss learning from my prof. and have difficulty trying to teach everything to myself later on. This causes major setbacks and requires me to work harder in getting assignments done and acquiring the knowledge needed for exams and inclass discussion topics. Overall, it can result to me either passing with a sweet color, or failing miserably.

When im at home, i please my parents. I play the role of a daughter and an older sister. Im responsible to maintain the overall cleanliness of my room *ahem, and take apart in balancing the chores at home, weather it be dishes or kitchen related stuff, such as offering to make rice or making tea, or vacuuming and doing my own laundry. I also need to spend time with my parents and siblings.

When im with friends, im just...another person they lean on? i cant quite describe the roles of trying to maintain a friendship, as this differs from person to person, depending on what they believe is the value of friendship. I'd love to be the person you can turn to when you're stuck, and one of the first people you'd turn to to burst out news of your joy, simply cause your joy would be my joy. As well as sadness. Your sadness would be my sadness. Friendship is really a beautiful thing, and I sound super corny trying to make it sound cool. Lol

But how does this all tie in to The Valley of Richness??

Throughout this great thing we call ‘Life’, we sometimes hit up points that throw us around. Sometimes people call these the bumps in life. Sadness and anger hits us from around in our duties and responsibilities in life (such as me being a friend, worker, sister etc.)

Life comes with a ‘Valley’ of sorrows, or ‘sad’ things we’ll encounter. The ‘Valley’ also includes ‘happy’ things too. It differs from person to person and depending what Allah SWT has in store for us.

Soo…that explains the Valley part. How about the Richness part?

What does it mean to be Rich?

Most people would say its depending on your credit limit. Cause you can get ANYTHING with a good credit limit now. Owning your own money in the bank isn’t always the case anymore.

Regardless, id love to share this ayah from the Quran, its absolutely beautiful.

"Realize that the life of this world is only play and amusement, pomp and mutual boasting among you, and rivalry in respect of wealth and children. It is like the vegetation (that sprouts forth) after rain, whose growth is pleasing to the disbeliever. Soon it dries up, and you see it turning yellow, then it becomes straw. But in the Hereafter (there is) a severe torment (for the disbelievers), and (there is) Forgiveness from Allah and (His) Good Pleasure (for the believers). And indeed, the life of this world is only a deceiving enjoyment." [Surah Hadid, 20]

The dunya is a passage, not the goal.

True wealth is to be content with what one has, and then to use it to strive for the everlasting reward of the Hereafter.

Rasulallah SWT said, "Richness is not in the quantity of possessions (that one has); rather, true richness is the richness of one's self (or contentment).

True success and wealth is found in the peace and satisfaction which results from sincerity in faith and practice. The contentment of the heart is what makes a person realise and appreciate this true richness.

That is indeed what Richness is.
I hope that clears up the confusion of the name “The Valley of Richness”, keep your eyes peeled!

-taibah out

chali - cuts to count

Rasululah SAW said: "Verily Allah does not look to your bodies nor to your faces but He looks to your hearts," And he pointed towards the heart with his fingers.

ok. lets hit up the jackpot in this one.

humans make mistakes, its in our nature to hit up failure at some point in our lifetime. things dont workout all the time. over-confidence plays a huge rule in this too.

I think of a lifetime, that i had once pictured for myself. Have i lived upto that?

no.
not even close.

i feel that i live in a world surrounded by people who have false hopes and aimless desires. muslim or not, it gets to a point where i cant see the difference.

it saddens me.
my generation angers me.

i am a person in this world. i have a right to exist. i have the ability to change. i have the strength to live. i have a voice to be heard. i have the knowledge to gain control. i want to be a role model.

it feels as though the world has paused. In the sense, that we arent moving forwards, but backwards.

ive tried hard.
others have too.
we keep trying.
stab after stab we take,
it doesnt seem to get any easier.

recent events in the past have forced me to write this. and this is where i fall into a bit of a "controversial" material.

hijab is very important to me.
the value i hold towards it cant even be described. i certainly dont worship it, but treat it with respect and understand the meaning behind the cloth.
i wish all muslim girls would be able to understand this too.
theres a sharp pain i see, when i see the value of hijab lost in the desire to attend your grad night without a hijab on.
...
i dont know what else to say. people are old enough to understand the difference between right and wrong.

and dont you DARE give me that "only God can judge me"

-taibah out.

im at work

yay!

im on my blog and at work at the SAME TIME!

and home time is in about..45mins, even better!

i wanted to grab another starbucks before i ended off today, but theres too much rain and i cant run next door to get it without getting wet.

anyways, ima head off this now...my phone is starting to go insane...

-taibah out

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NADA!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NADA!!!

(even tho she doesnt have a google account, she still reads this)

to my best friend and first wife,
my darling nada,
id like to wish you a very happy birthday :)
and its fate that does this to us. you werent able to attend my last birthday party, and now this time, i cant attend yours..id love to, but i simply cant fly out to egypt where you are this summer...

i simply cannot wait to see you again. august is indeed quite the wait for 2 months. but knowing you and your strong emotional strength you'll pull through without any harm.

its me who suffers *sobs*

miss ya tons!

-taibah out

my lips are small?

Looks like im getting ready to punch someone in a really girly way lol
I know how to punch normally. Im not that dumb.


-taibah out

BACK!

I got TapTap back! :D

basically, my dad took it away, cause i was spending waaaaayyy to much time on the internet and msn. As he told me theres more to life than chatting and surfing the net. He raises a strong valid point.

To be rather honest, today they took it away so i would clean my room and get rid of the massive pile of laundry of practically 1/3 of my clothes. I realized that within just 1 hour of NOT being on the internet, i was able to clean out the top of my dresser. WOW!

I also managed to finally get the shelves that i wanted to install LAST summer into my room. I even went to the garage and found screws and the drill gun.

My dad was so proud of me, he rewarded me with a Blended Lemonade drink from Starbucks :D

Its been a tiring day. I didnt go to the office today cause i couldnt drag myself out of bed. Which means i gotta make up for the missed time on saturday :(

im scared to look at my mailbox tomorrow....

-taibah out.

you dont know what you got till its gone

In Islam, having upto 4 wives is permissable...so far slots 1, 2 and 3 are taken.

Wifey no. 2 is my laptop.
She is taken away from me. for the time being.

I hope to return soon with a happy post of getting my faithful laptop back. How the tears cannot dry without her return.

I miss you my love.

Yours Truly,
Taibah A.


-taibah out

ps. in all truth, i dont have my laptop...
:(

kiss my tiara!

last night wasnt a good night. after signing off of msn, my mind was spinning with emotions and thoughts. i cried myself to sleep after 4am with a migrane. I awoke within 20mins to pray fajr and tried hard to stay awake, yet my body wouldnt agree and i awoke at 7:45am and got ready to head out to the office for 9am.

After getting to work, i get snatched into attending a meeting. It was exciting, basically i got TONS to do these next 3 weeks. I was given keys to my office (i only get it till early September, my other office, i share with 2 other people, yet we have our own workstations and desks and phones). Its pretty. Sorry about the image quality, its from my phone... Check out my smokin' monitor...i fell in love with it instantly!


Basically, i normally work in the Accounting office, but I've been asked to be an InStore Trainer (IST). Its a nice title to have and i work along with the IT unit. We're getting a completely new computer system set to Go-Live in September. My job, is to master this new system and learn every single feature of it. After that, i get sent to learn how to be an IT-ish sorta instructor (hopefully i get to be sent out of town to do this!!! still waiting on the final decision) and schedule training courses with all the employees on the Sales-Floor. Thankfully, i work in Store Support and not on the Sales Floor, its soo much more relaxing and somewhat more stress-free (so far) than being a sales-driven zombie.

Alhumdulliah, im rather satisfied with my job. Even tho i have a really nice computer in my office, i get a work laptop sometime next month. I need to attend some seminars which are work-related and they're nice enough to provide me with one. Working in the IT unit is pretty exciting.

When i was finally settled down in my office, i went to checkout my mailbox. Lo and behold! A nice juicy stack of papers are waiting for me. About an hour later, i have my next 2 weeks planned out ahead of me.

I come into the office, sit infront of my computer for afew hours, and then head off to safeway during my coffee break, i come back and sit back down infront of the computer for another few hours. Then i leave for an hour lunch break. alhumdulliah. Come back after lunch and sit back down infront of the computer. Head out for a walk and "visit" the other offices. Come back and sit down till my 9 hours of work are done.

On the computer i basically go through a lot of E-Learning stuff. Although i do have the freedom to learn at my own pace, im rather pressed for time in this IST Project. With managers constantly popping in and out of my office to take a peek at my "Scheduled Tasks" and the repeated question..."wanna work overtime this weekend?"...im trying my best to get things done and meeting my deadlines as much as possible. I wrote 12 pages of hand-written notes (front and back), my right hand pinky hurts alot now...and today was just DAY ONE.

In other news, i've bought my Writers Notebook from Dollarama, now im just waiting for the right moment to start writing in it.

im tired, but not AS tired as i would be from being a cashier. Alhumdulliah, thoes days are over :)

-taibah out

task one.

i try hard to smile.
i try hard not to cry.
look at my banner picture.
that is me.
crying.
smiling.

-taibah out

we're soo cool, we're actually green!

the brother.

-taibah out.

taibah's twisted logic

so i guess its official. im insane. apparently.

i never understood that book, Catcher in a Rye back in highschool. I guess its finally hitting me now. this year. this week. today. Am i afraid to grow up? To take action and responsibility? To accept pain and not cry? To give and never expect?

To depart and only glance back. But never look back in anger. What emotion to use then? sadness? happiness? love?

someone prove me wrong. someone tell me im ok....

am i?

-taibah out.

worst.day.ever.this.day.sucks.hardcore.

pride.

could that be the word to describe it? i dont even know myself. im having a rough day, and NO it isnt work related. I wasnt in the office today. perhaps the day couldve been better had i been in the office today. sometimes the joy of seeing my desk and my name on my door in the office makes me feel better. or maybe cause i have a wicked pencil sharpener and no one else does...

its little things like that that help me from going insane. actually, my tafseer books do that. flip to a random page and its like taking an Advil on a migraine-monday. instant and almost the best cure to any feeling or emotion of sadness and anger.

today, i cant bring myself to open my tafseer books.

i brokedown today.

its not a personal issue. it has nothing to do with my family as they rarely make me upset and if they do im able to just swallow it easily and realize its just another part of being in a family. the issue has nothing to do with work either. Cause if i did have an issue at work, i would NEVER hesitant to talk about it with someone in upper management. Im not one to let people walk over me, i get stunned and hurt easily tho.

Someone once said to me something along the lines of "finding the base of the mountain" and it relates to going to the root of the problem or issue in trying to maintain a healthy and happy relationship with whoever is involved, before the issue turns into something bigger and maybe worse, depending on the entire situation overall.

so then, what type of issue is it?

its rather like a mixed garden salad. With tomatoes, lettuce, spinach leaves, lemon rings, and cucumber. Each is item is so diverse and different than the next, with distinct tastes and textures. Likewise, alot of the problems i face in life are similar to just that. Each is so distinct and each with a current bitter taste.

Its impossible to not be mad at someone when they make you upset.

I simply cannot wrap my head around the fact thats its better to be the first one to say sorry in a conflict. Im not saying be stubborn and wait for the other person to say sorry. If YOU know its your fault, then simply apologize. If the other person is at fault, then i dont know what to do....take a few steps back?

i realize i deal with conflicts kinda weirdly. I distance myself from alot of people whom will cause me to hyper-ventilate as im having a breakdown session alone in my room. I hate being told to just suck up the problem and take the blame. WHY THE HELL ME?!

someone told me "theres always atleast 2 people to blame in your conflicts, yourself and whoever else the conflict is with"...i think thats a pile of BS. First off, if theres 2 to blame, then you can each take up your mistakes and start clean. however, if only ONE person is to blame, then wait for them to apologize.

ima go wash my face.
i need some drugs.
advil, here i come!

-taibah out


ps. i miss my wife, Nada, shes in egypt for the next 2 months.

retail? nope...not really

Alhumdulliah, I got the job! I still work for the same company, The Home Depot, but its not on the sales floor. Its my first step into the 'behind the scenes" at the company. From working an entire year on the sales floor, at front-end cash desks, service desk, and lumber desk, and finally being transfered to another store. Its time for me to finally take a trip to a new level with the company.

I now get a cute little office in the accounting dept. of my favorite, CLEAN, and friendly location at The Home Depot Kenaston. During my 8 hour shifts, i sit at my desk and sort through piles and piles of receipts and other random paperwork. I also get to bundle cash together and get it ready for being sent to the front-end cashiers. I get to give people their paychecks too. Theres more i do, but mostly its about paper and money. And balancing everything and keeping my boss happy.

I normally have my tasks laid out for me, so if need be, i can take time off but makeup for it later. As long as i meet the deadlines and ensure nothing goes missing, s'all good!

Alhumdulliah, for once im finally satisfied with my job AND my pay :)

-taibah out

the masjid. part 2

OK!

so i was able to squeeze out from work and attend jummah. that means i gotta catch up on paperwork tomorrow which means im out of the office at 10:15pm. gross. ALSO, im waayyy behind on paperwork too, so im expected back for sunday. IF im lucky im out by 5pm, otherwise 6pm is still an option.

*sigh*

when a idiot like me has 2 credit cards to handle AND a stupid phone bill....i cannot complain.

I attended jummah today. We walked in, and i sat in the lower ladies prayer area, due to some 'womanly issues" lol. I've never had to attend the jummah prayer while sitting in that area before. There was this rather confused lady sitting there too. She had with her 2 other girls, who looked equally confused. All 3 of them were wearing their shoes. I kindly asked them to take their shoes off. It came to my attention that one of these girls was to take shahada after the prayer. They asked me to assist them in doing this. I had to explain to them that it had to be done in the witness of the Sheik.

The Khutbah begins.

As im sitting there, and woman in her late 40's walks in. She has a look of disgust on her face and she looks highly annoyed. Curious, little me, remains seated and silently watched her. She walks around for a bit and finally puts her handbag down. She then walks toward a corner near the door she had just entered from.

To my shock and horror, she flips the lights off. Yes, i sat there with my mouth open, furious and annoyed. Yet i cant get up to turn the lights back on. This woman looked pretty mean already. It was like, asking for a beating from a young grandma. Young grandma's can be scary, they have all that strength and energy in them, waiting to finally beat someone.

I was very pissed off actually. So as soon as the prayer had ended and that woman was gone, i flipped the lights back on.

the rest of the jummah wasnt very eventful. I didnt know that my 2 slices of pizza costed $10. WHAT A RIPOFF!

tales from the masjid, to be continued.

-taibah out.

open them blinds darling...

Thankfully, I dont need to take the bus to work today.

I have to be at work for 1 o'clock in the afternoon. I'm rather excited for today. I hope nothing comes up unexpected in the way which will restrict me.

I set my alarm for 8 o'clock in the morning. I hit the 'off' button rather then the 'snooze' button and so I fell back asleep and awoke about an hour later. By the time i was able to physically sit up in bed, it was around 9:25ish. I didnt want to leave my bed today, I was much too comfortable.

I sat in bed, with my blanket wrapped around me, and wished it would be a quiet morning. But Mom was watching Nadia Khan Show and she turned it up really loud. Although the sound of Nadia Khan's voice was muffled, thanks to having my room at the very end of the hall, and for the fact my bedroom door was shut, I could still hear it.

I finally dragged myself out of bed. It was cold. Shivering in my pj's i went off to meet Mom and then started my usual morning routine.

Im still shivering and still in my pj's.

-taibah out.

the masjid.

I love going to the masjid. On Friday nights, whenever we're done praying maghrib salat, theres just this calming feeling I get. I just want to sit there and not move. Its so relaxing SubhanAllah.

Sometimes when im at my masjid, certain things happen which i dont exactly agree with.

Our masjid was built not too long ago, its very nice on the inside. The setup is pretty nice and i like some of the washrooms. The kitchen is still undergoing renovations, but the gym is nicely coming along. Recently they just installed basketball nets, even tho im not that great at basketball, im still rather excited to try out these new nets. I have yet to try playing badminton at the masjid, i sometimes attend volleyball too. I hope the masjid creates a tennis court, that would be AWESOME!

my eye is twitching so ima go wash that out.

-taibah out

when to cry?

while im in the washroom brushing my teeth, i love starring into the mirror. normally i just stare at myself and think of random things. for some reason i was thinking of fountains today.

I rinse my mouth and begin cleaning my nosering. I do this every night to avoid infections, even tho i do use a gold nosering and infections normally dont happen with gold, i still avoid the risks.

i got my nose pierced in September 2007. It was during the early days of Ramadan too. I remember coming home from school that day and breaking my fast. I remember agreeing to the idea and within an hour we (me and my sister) we're sitting inside Urban Graffiti filling out forms to get our nose piercings done.

My sister had gotten a nose piercing before, but hers had closed so she was getting hers done a second time. She wasn't scared at all.

I was FREAKED OUT!

While paying my $40 fee, i still didnt change my mind to simply walkout on the idea. But i stuck through with it.

We get led into a room down a small hallway and she to us "who wants to go first?". i opened my great mouth and said "i do!"

she makes me sit on this bed thing (the thing doctors have in their offices) and lean my head against this hard cushioned area. she begins the procedure right away. im trying hard not to jump.

she starts off by cleaning my nose with alcohol and makes the "hole-mark" with her pen. I didnt like where she had placed it, so i choose the spot. She didnt like where i chose, but she went ahead with it anyways. The room i was in had tons of mirrors.

She then asks me to pick which type of nosering id like, hoop or stud. I decide to go with Stud and she gets out the hook'd surgical steel ones. apparently, it was best for me.

anyways, so she pulls out this 5 inch long needle and a slanted cork. i says to her "soo you basically stab me?" and i was NOT ready to hear her say "why yes, thats exactly it".

i am seriously trying hard to not move.

she moves the slanted cork into my nose, "aisha, give me your hands" i say.

i close my eyes.

she says "take a strong deep breath and inhale"

STAB!

ohhhhhhhh the pain :(

i swore. i cried. aisha complained saying i was hurting her. i felt pain. i felt the blood. i keep crying.

After she cleans me up, i realize the intense pain only lasted 20 seconds and there was a sharp yet able to tolerate type of pain in my nose. It bled for afew hours, but i celebrated my piercing with a Jones Soda.

-taibah out.

when we drive...in your car...

Back in the day, the school year 2000-2001 and like most people when they hit grade 7, they’re in junior high. Basically, I was simply introduced to the other side of Darwin School. The Industrial Arts and Home Economics region in the school was like another world to me, along with several other things.

Junior high felt like such dirty years for me. Terrible memories indeed.

However, theres one thing that I did in grade 7 that I wont ever forget. And that was in my English Language Arts class with my homeroom teacher Ms.Howie.

Ms. Howie was the cool, hip, new teacher at our school, she was in her second year of teaching and was very young. She had a great way to connect to her students and was very unpredicatable. She also taught me Art and Science. We shared some good laughs in her class, she was very unique and creative. Currently shes now married and moved to Toronto.

During the second week of school, she walks into the classroom with a large box. Inside this large box are medium sized notebooks she had picked up from a local dollarstore. She gave each of us one notebook. We called these books our “Writing Journals”.

Now that im out of grade school, and in a career-based program with nothing to read or write but boring textbooks and financial statements, I truly begin to really miss all those writing assignments from high school and junior high English class.

Ive began helping some high schoolers with their English homework. Just within the past year, Ive found that writing is a hidden passion ive never discovered inside me.

(wow, I sound sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo retarded saying this)

But it is the truth. I love writing, and expressing myself. I wrote a 12 page memoir and have yet to type it up and add it to this blog, keep a lookout for that this summer iA.

I think ima take a trip to Dollarama, and buy a normal notebook and write “Taibah’s Writing Journal” across it in Green Marker and then carry it around with me. It wouldn’t be used for any personal writings, but rather, when im sitting in the ‘drinkers lounge; in Second Cup or the ‘drinkers lounge’ in Starbucks I can pull that book out and write how my drink or food is tasting. It can be about what the girl on the bus was wearing. It can be the new word ive learned. It can be about my reflections on reading my tafseer books. It can be anything really. It can even be about you lol.

Im hungry.

-taibah out

my hate for tv

One thing i cant stand is how loud my mom turns up the tv in the mornings. She loves watching her pakistani talk shows on Geo and ARY and Indus. Its either Nadia Khan Show, Marina's Mornings, or some political discussion called Capital Talk or Pak Raha Hai Kya (translation: What's Cooking?).

I cant stand the Nadia Khan Show. She has this REALLY annoying way of greeting people in her 'guuuuud murrrrrrrrrning' and it makes me cringe. She has some rather cool people on her show, i remember Sami Yusuf on her show once.

Marina's Mornings are somewhat decent. She's a rather larger woman, and she focuses on nothing but health and health related things. I guess its alright, minus her giggle.

Capital Talk. nuff said.

Pak Raha Hai Kya is a cooking show. Its 2 people and one of them does all the cooking, the other does all the talking. Like ALOT of pakistani morning shows, its a call-in type of show. People call in and ask or comment on whatever food is being made. Its rather amusing sometimes to hear what people in pakistan say. Stuff like "you're pretty CLICK" or some wild accents.

Dont get me wrong, my mom can watch whatever she wants on tv, esp in the mornings when no one is really around to change it to ZeeTv or Star+, but why does it have to be sooooooooooooooooooooooooooo loud? oh wells, i simply close my bedroom door to shut out the sound of the tv.

i wish i knew how to use the remote :(

-taibah out

i reflect, because he said so.

recently, i was talking to friend one night, and they noticed i wasnt feeling like myself and the constant question of "tibz, whats wrong?" kept coming up. its amazing how one can sense strong emotion in just afew words that i write. i guess its the beauty of knowing how to write and how to read. people can accomplish great things with skills like these. perhaps one day, i will too. after talking it out in more detail, my friend shared with me this beautiful piece from

http://www.newislamicdirections.com/nid/notes/signs_for_those_who_reflect/

Signs for Those Who Reflect
By Imam Zaid on 18 May 2008
One of the skeptics came to Imam al-Shafi’i, May God have mercy on him and asked, “What is your proof for the existence of God?” The Imam replied, “The Mulberry leaf has a single taste, a single color, a single fragrance and a single shape. However, when the silk worm eats it she produces silk. When the bee eats it he produces honey. When the ewe eats it she becomes plump and her milk becomes abundant. When the gazelle eats it it nourishes him and mixes with his blood producing musk. Who is the one who has made these various processes and products from a single food? Surely it is God?”

if that doesnt make you question where you are in life....i dont know what does.

-taibah out

tastes like dirt.

so my dad's been out of town for the past few days, but alhumdulliah he's back now. along with new things to add to my wardrobe :)

however, while he was away, i noticed he left his laptop and related acessories at home. did i use this to my advantage? yes, i did.

he hasnt noticed one of his bluetooth adapters are missing, same with these nice headphones, and this super cute oh-so-small LED mouse. if he needs them, im sure he'll come and ask for these items back, in the mean time...they're mine :D

-taibah out