Letter to Julia 20130502

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

Hi Julia, sweetie!  Oh, don't be so serious.  Then again, I should practise what I preach, huh?  I can get too damn serious sometimes.  Especially when I don't have my Julia to snuggle with.  I was much worse back during the pizza days.  I was cussing and swearing when I was picking mangoes just now, because the limbs of the tree were hanging over the street, and every time I picked a fruit, a car or a motorcycle would drive by, and the fruit would fall and go splat on the asphalt, or bounce into the storm drain.  @$#%$#&&*&##$*&!!!!  Thank God it rained last night, so the water in the drain wasn't disgusting.  This morning my Mom, renowned for her sense of humor, bitched me out for eating her soup.  Sorry, Mom.

Election Day is this Sunday, and the polls are being held at the elementary school down the street.  There's already a choking mess of propaganda outside my front gate.  It seems the world is interested in the Malaysian elections this year.  I wonder why.