Letter to Julia 20130323

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hi there, my beloved.  I wanted to come in and do a little Internet work on Thursday, but I had to take Chee Cheah to the vet.  The vet won't let me feed her any more cheap cat food.  My Mom gets cat food at a deal, for RM5 a kilo.  But the vet said I can't feed Chee Cheah any more of that cheap stuff.  She can only eat the very best cat food.  Bat Cat is a little easier to feed.  He likes whole fish, raw.  He chows down on the head first, slurps up the guts, then eats the body and tail last.  Fish prices can spike for whatever reason, so I got a mild shock when I bought half a kilo this morning.  But it's all right, especially after I saw his love offering on the driveway: a dead mouse.

I suppose I'm going to have to sign some contracts to get any real money so I can afford to marry my Julia and buy musical instruments and computer equipment, inshaAllah.  But I can't compromise my agenda to please Allah with music.  And I can't travel for the sake of the contract.  I have to stand my ground here in Perlis.  So I will be reading and analyzing whatever contract before I sign anything.  InshaAllah.