In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
I got a new kitten, Julia! Aw, he's such a cutie. Last week, I think about Thursday, I was awoken early at 7:30 am by a loud, high-pitched squealing and crying amidst the noise of the daily traffic on the road to the elementary school. Even though I was half asleep, I immediately realized that a kitten was playing chicken with the cars and motorcycles during school rush hour. So I got out there as quickly as I could, to see some guy on a motorcycle screaming at a tiny black and white kitten by the side of the road, who was crying his little heart out. So I waved at the little thing to catch his attention, and he followed me, and he kept on following me around for the next half hour, until I shacked him up at my grandfather's old house.
He managed to get out while I was voice training, and started squeaking at my window. Which eventually caught the attention of my Dad, and he decided to adopt the little guy. But my Dad got bored with him a few days later, so now the kitten is mine! He's a black and white kitten, with huge ears and small eyes, and looks kinda like a bat, so I named him Bat Cat. Chee Cheah isn't pleased of course that Batty is around, so I keep Batty in the cage where I keep my motorcycle, so the house belongs to Choo Choo. I took him to the vet a couple of days ago, and the vet said that he was a fine cat. Batty is such a polite little kitten. Whenever I let him into the house, he plays around a little, then asks to be put back in his cage.
Such a tiny little baby.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
Tuesday, July 10, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120711
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
**sniffle** Oh dear, it looks like I've got the sniffles again. If you hadn't noticed, the weather here has been rather freaky lately, and last night was particularly cold but full of mosquitoes, so I had incense burning the whole night. I felt somewhat OK in the morning, but by the time I had to do voice training, the snots attacked with full force. As you know, I have to empty my sinus cavity so that none of those fluids flow down my throat. But it was time to sing. Part of voice training is to gain the strength to overcome physical limitations, and be consistent. But I could only do one hour of singing, mostly Billie Holiday.
Not that she's easy to sing: it's more that she fit the mood of the moment. Sometimes it can be impossible to nail Billie. It really depends on how I feel. And with my nose stuffed up, I certainly feel like our Lady of Sorrow.
While you live, you will certainly keep getting those nobodies who taunt you for your faith by saying, "Oh God, hurry up and bring on the punishment!" So just ignore them like the nobodies they are, for when they do get their asses kicked, you wouldn't have noticed they existed in the first place.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
**sniffle** Oh dear, it looks like I've got the sniffles again. If you hadn't noticed, the weather here has been rather freaky lately, and last night was particularly cold but full of mosquitoes, so I had incense burning the whole night. I felt somewhat OK in the morning, but by the time I had to do voice training, the snots attacked with full force. As you know, I have to empty my sinus cavity so that none of those fluids flow down my throat. But it was time to sing. Part of voice training is to gain the strength to overcome physical limitations, and be consistent. But I could only do one hour of singing, mostly Billie Holiday.
Not that she's easy to sing: it's more that she fit the mood of the moment. Sometimes it can be impossible to nail Billie. It really depends on how I feel. And with my nose stuffed up, I certainly feel like our Lady of Sorrow.
While you live, you will certainly keep getting those nobodies who taunt you for your faith by saying, "Oh God, hurry up and bring on the punishment!" So just ignore them like the nobodies they are, for when they do get their asses kicked, you wouldn't have noticed they existed in the first place.
Sunday, July 8, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120709
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Peace!
Whoops! I forgot to post my last love letter to you. I'm such a ditz! Um, yeah! I put it up just now so that you can read it. The contents of the letter leaked out somehow the last time I was here. I think I've figured out how I'm being observed. Since this is an internet cafe, it would be nearly impossible for them to anticipate which station I will be at (unless they have an agent posted here), so I am identified by the signature of my flash drive, and my letters are read before I even post them. Well, these love letters are for you, Julia. I write them because I love you, and I want to marry you. Not them. Only they care about them.
I just had the most awesome beef bone soup! It was PERFECT, after I gave it a little more time on the stove. Soup always tastes better the next day anyway, like chili and stew, but it was so tasty, I guzzled it all down immediately. I'm so full! Most people use a slow cooker for soups, stews and chili, where they can just throw in all the ingredients, turn it on, then forget about it for the next 12 hours. I used a knife to scrape out all that delicious bone marrow, and I cut my mouth when I slurped on the marrow. That was so stupid of me!
I guess I need to remind you to please slow down, and take your time doing things, please relax and enjoy your life and whatever it is you are doing. Again, it is error to seek friends and social recognition, because they already know who you are. And trust takes time. I'm not going anywhere, insyaAllah. I think it's safe for me to say that I've been waiting for you all my life, and I am willing to wait a little longer, so we can have a rock-solid and loving marriage. InsyaAllah.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Peace!
Whoops! I forgot to post my last love letter to you. I'm such a ditz! Um, yeah! I put it up just now so that you can read it. The contents of the letter leaked out somehow the last time I was here. I think I've figured out how I'm being observed. Since this is an internet cafe, it would be nearly impossible for them to anticipate which station I will be at (unless they have an agent posted here), so I am identified by the signature of my flash drive, and my letters are read before I even post them. Well, these love letters are for you, Julia. I write them because I love you, and I want to marry you. Not them. Only they care about them.
I just had the most awesome beef bone soup! It was PERFECT, after I gave it a little more time on the stove. Soup always tastes better the next day anyway, like chili and stew, but it was so tasty, I guzzled it all down immediately. I'm so full! Most people use a slow cooker for soups, stews and chili, where they can just throw in all the ingredients, turn it on, then forget about it for the next 12 hours. I used a knife to scrape out all that delicious bone marrow, and I cut my mouth when I slurped on the marrow. That was so stupid of me!
I guess I need to remind you to please slow down, and take your time doing things, please relax and enjoy your life and whatever it is you are doing. Again, it is error to seek friends and social recognition, because they already know who you are. And trust takes time. I'm not going anywhere, insyaAllah. I think it's safe for me to say that I've been waiting for you all my life, and I am willing to wait a little longer, so we can have a rock-solid and loving marriage. InsyaAllah.
Letter to Julia 20120707
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Ah, that was some delicious fried chicken I had the other night. All white meat, too. Just the way I like it. I didn't eat the hot dogs, though. I don't know why. The hot dogs in this country suck, anyway. The Jews made great hot dogs.
Of all the Victoria's Secret Fashion Shows, my favorite has to be the 2008 show. You know, the one at the Fountainbleu. That was right after the financial meltdown, wasn't it? Was the show aired live? Silly me, it was edited: it couldn't have been. It certainly had a lot of very entertaining drama. I have to admire all the girls for maintaining their bouncity-bounce despite the shenanigans over at Wall Street.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Ah, that was some delicious fried chicken I had the other night. All white meat, too. Just the way I like it. I didn't eat the hot dogs, though. I don't know why. The hot dogs in this country suck, anyway. The Jews made great hot dogs.
Of all the Victoria's Secret Fashion Shows, my favorite has to be the 2008 show. You know, the one at the Fountainbleu. That was right after the financial meltdown, wasn't it? Was the show aired live? Silly me, it was edited: it couldn't have been. It certainly had a lot of very entertaining drama. I have to admire all the girls for maintaining their bouncity-bounce despite the shenanigans over at Wall Street.
Wednesday, July 4, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120704
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Say, that scrap metal collector looked like he was from Bollywood! He seemed a bit too dapper to be gathering scrap.
**sob** My red hot chili peppers won't turn red! I've been watching them for weeks. I mean they're nice and big, but they won't ripen. So I have to pick them while they're still green, otherwise they'll fall off and rot. They taste sweeter than green peppers though, but there's absolutely no heat. Now my pepper steak has turned green, too.
Petai is green, as well. I don't know the English name for petai, but it is a fruit, or a vegetable, or whatever it is, that very strong smelling and strong tasting, almost akin to garlic, but without the nutrients. It comes in long strands of seeds, kind of like a string bean, but flat and much larger. so perhaps petai is some kind of legume. The locals here devour petai with white rice and mixed entrees because it gives a certain extra kick to food. The skin of the petai strand is thick enough for roasting, which enhances the flavor and scent of petai. But in general, only the seed is eaten.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Say, that scrap metal collector looked like he was from Bollywood! He seemed a bit too dapper to be gathering scrap.
**sob** My red hot chili peppers won't turn red! I've been watching them for weeks. I mean they're nice and big, but they won't ripen. So I have to pick them while they're still green, otherwise they'll fall off and rot. They taste sweeter than green peppers though, but there's absolutely no heat. Now my pepper steak has turned green, too.
Petai is green, as well. I don't know the English name for petai, but it is a fruit, or a vegetable, or whatever it is, that very strong smelling and strong tasting, almost akin to garlic, but without the nutrients. It comes in long strands of seeds, kind of like a string bean, but flat and much larger. so perhaps petai is some kind of legume. The locals here devour petai with white rice and mixed entrees because it gives a certain extra kick to food. The skin of the petai strand is thick enough for roasting, which enhances the flavor and scent of petai. But in general, only the seed is eaten.
Monday, July 2, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120703
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Lately, the food my Mom has been serving me at her house has been so awesome. The ingredients have been classy and perfectly cooked, and the recipes were very calculated. Plus, my stomach didn't lodge a single complaint! Whoever cooked all that delicious food is a very intelligent cook. Last night, I was about to prepare pepper steak for myself again. I love pepper steak. It's super spicy, but my stomach absorbs all of it. Then I found clams going for RM5 for 2 kilos when I went to night market, so I decided to have clams instead. The key to cooking clams is clam broth: the juices inside the clam that spill out when you heat up the clam and it opens up. It's already very salty, so whatever fond you create must have minimal salt. Clam broth becomes poisonous quickly, so use up any leftover clam broth immediately! I also bought half a kilo of mackerel. Most cooks here like to throw in the mackerel into their soups and sauces bones and heads included. I like to fillet and remove the heads of mackerel. I keep the fillets for cooking or eating raw, and the bones I fry up until crisp as an alternative source of calcium to milk, which gives me the runs. Plus, I like the flavor. I offered some fried fish bones to my parents once, and they both gave me the dirtiest look in the world.
Grappling hooks are used for climbing. The symbolism of grappling hooks being used to lock a door as it applies to us is that we need not seek anymore status or recognition. We are already as high as we can be. All we need to do is just be ourselves, and to live as normally and happily with each other as possible. Then as we enter the darkness of the sundry shop, we must remember that it is wisest to grow slowly, using resources that are already available. We must SLOW DOWN. We must pray for Allah to strengthen our faith, to God and to each other, and to make our path together easy.
I love you, Julia.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Lately, the food my Mom has been serving me at her house has been so awesome. The ingredients have been classy and perfectly cooked, and the recipes were very calculated. Plus, my stomach didn't lodge a single complaint! Whoever cooked all that delicious food is a very intelligent cook. Last night, I was about to prepare pepper steak for myself again. I love pepper steak. It's super spicy, but my stomach absorbs all of it. Then I found clams going for RM5 for 2 kilos when I went to night market, so I decided to have clams instead. The key to cooking clams is clam broth: the juices inside the clam that spill out when you heat up the clam and it opens up. It's already very salty, so whatever fond you create must have minimal salt. Clam broth becomes poisonous quickly, so use up any leftover clam broth immediately! I also bought half a kilo of mackerel. Most cooks here like to throw in the mackerel into their soups and sauces bones and heads included. I like to fillet and remove the heads of mackerel. I keep the fillets for cooking or eating raw, and the bones I fry up until crisp as an alternative source of calcium to milk, which gives me the runs. Plus, I like the flavor. I offered some fried fish bones to my parents once, and they both gave me the dirtiest look in the world.
Grappling hooks are used for climbing. The symbolism of grappling hooks being used to lock a door as it applies to us is that we need not seek anymore status or recognition. We are already as high as we can be. All we need to do is just be ourselves, and to live as normally and happily with each other as possible. Then as we enter the darkness of the sundry shop, we must remember that it is wisest to grow slowly, using resources that are already available. We must SLOW DOWN. We must pray for Allah to strengthen our faith, to God and to each other, and to make our path together easy.
I love you, Julia.
Sunday, July 1, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120702
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Hello, my beloved young angel Julia. If it be that you are close by with the intent to marry me, then you have done a righteous thing, for you have chosen love over money in the name of Allah. Our love may have broken down a locked door, but it is the door of an old sundry shop, and it is dark inside. Do you know what a sundry shop is, Julia? It is a small grocery store the size of a convenience store, which is independently owned with small capital, and look as thus. And there is one more locked door before we enter the darkness, a door which is bolted down with grappling hooks. In the darkness could be diamonds and gold or otherwise, who knows? So please please please pray that Allah grants me my own wealth so I can treat you well. It would break my heart to see you live in poverty as I am. I just wanna die. I just wanna die. I just wanna die. I want the best for you, for you are my love, my heart, my soul. So I must live and be patient and faithful that Allah will grant us all that we need.
**It's still the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show marathon on Shadowplay TV**
Hello, my beloved young angel Julia. If it be that you are close by with the intent to marry me, then you have done a righteous thing, for you have chosen love over money in the name of Allah. Our love may have broken down a locked door, but it is the door of an old sundry shop, and it is dark inside. Do you know what a sundry shop is, Julia? It is a small grocery store the size of a convenience store, which is independently owned with small capital, and look as thus. And there is one more locked door before we enter the darkness, a door which is bolted down with grappling hooks. In the darkness could be diamonds and gold or otherwise, who knows? So please please please pray that Allah grants me my own wealth so I can treat you well. It would break my heart to see you live in poverty as I am. I just wanna die. I just wanna die. I just wanna die. I want the best for you, for you are my love, my heart, my soul. So I must live and be patient and faithful that Allah will grant us all that we need.
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