Letter to Julia 20110901

Hi Julia! Did you miss me? I certainly miss you. You and your gorgeous body. Did you enjoy the holidays? Oh, you had to work? Poor Julia! I've just been lazing around watching TV, playing Krush, Kill & Destroy, and working on the yard. You know, living in a bubble, an adolescent fantasy world. It's been raining so much. The rain finally stopped when the fasting month ended, but the pile of leaves to burn is now as tall as me, and it's still wet.

As you know, I didn't really do much to celebrate the Eid, because I much prefer Ramadan. I went for the prayer at 8:30 in the morning... too early! I usually sleep in until 10:00am. The next morning (Independence Day), I took my Dad to visit the grave of his parents, or my grandparents. Chee Cheah wouldn't let me forget the appointment. At 3:00am, she started howling and banging on my bedroom door. She went, "Yowl! Yowl!" BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM "Yowl! Yowl!" BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM. I didn't know a cat could hammer on a door like that.

But it is not sorcery. It is odd that people would believe in sorcery over God. Sorcery is forbidden in Islam. Allah is the One who arranges all affairs. Certainly, I feel unhappy that I can't afford my Julia, but I must be patient and constant. Besides, if I'm supposed to wear high fashion name brand clothes onstage, then that shouldn't be my expense! I would be happy enough to wear a tattered old sarong with no shirt or shoes, and in theory everyone else would start dressing that way (actually they already do around these here parts). It's OK for a man to be butt-ugly, isn't it? So, don't be holding out your shoe for me to wear, because I don't pass anymore! How annoying. Yes, I feel unhappy that I can't afford my Julia right now. I work for Allah, and my life conveys a message, again that Allah is the One who arranges all affairs.