In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello Julia, my dearest heart. How are you feeling today? You are my love, you are my girl, and I love you with all my heart. I feel so sad without you. I am not so strong. No, I am not strong at all. I'm just a weak little girly-girl lesbian who longs for her girly-girl. It's getting to the point where I think I have lost all my libido, for all I want is you. It's not life at all without you here with me. Perhaps I've become so broken hearted, that I'm going to need a lot of drugs to ever have lust again. Or maybe I'm just old, and I need a lot of drugs. Oh, I'm such a weak and lonely person without my Julia.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
Friday, March 8, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130309
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia! I love you. You are my girl. I spent too much time standing around cutting grass yesterday, so I'm paying for it today. Ouch! I guess old people talk about aches and pains a lot. Well, I just want to lie on the floor, and watch TV.
My bedroom is being invaded by little black beetles. They don't bite or anything, but they're always there: whenever I clean them up, a new batch replaces them. The beetles!
Hi Julia! I love you. You are my girl. I spent too much time standing around cutting grass yesterday, so I'm paying for it today. Ouch! I guess old people talk about aches and pains a lot. Well, I just want to lie on the floor, and watch TV.
My bedroom is being invaded by little black beetles. They don't bite or anything, but they're always there: whenever I clean them up, a new batch replaces them. The beetles!
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130307
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Oh Julia, I ate your chicken wrap again since you didn't show up for dinner. Yeah, it's been chicken wrap a lot this past week, because I have a lot of chicken breast in the cooler, and a whole bunch of dough that I made mixed with spiced breadcrumbs and oil (leftover fried chicken crust) with diced onions. It makes awesome tortillas! This time instead of mayo, I made some eggplant sauce. Yummy! Want one? Oh, I'm sorry: I already ate yours.
Heh! The Brits want me to do a TV show! I'm afraid I don't have the teeth for TV, and I don't want to get the teeth either. It would ruin my singing. And even if I did have the teeth, I'm just too damn lazy to do all the work needed to maintain a TV show. I don't want to travel, and I don't want to do a TV show that annoys Allah. But you know, a talk/variety show in English, set in exotic Perlis to be simulcast in Britain and Malaysia, then syndicated worldwide, could be very profitable. There could be music, a fashion section, a food section, I could sing instead of do a monologue, we could do a little bit of science, health, and Islam, with a little bit of heavy guitars... **yawn** I think I'll just veg out and watch TV.
You do remember our goal, my love? Our goal is to slow down, and be with each other always, and enjoy our love, lives and family together, insyaAllah. No amount of money can save our marriage if we're always traveling and apart. The parrot won't sing if he's not content!
Oh Julia, I ate your chicken wrap again since you didn't show up for dinner. Yeah, it's been chicken wrap a lot this past week, because I have a lot of chicken breast in the cooler, and a whole bunch of dough that I made mixed with spiced breadcrumbs and oil (leftover fried chicken crust) with diced onions. It makes awesome tortillas! This time instead of mayo, I made some eggplant sauce. Yummy! Want one? Oh, I'm sorry: I already ate yours.
Heh! The Brits want me to do a TV show! I'm afraid I don't have the teeth for TV, and I don't want to get the teeth either. It would ruin my singing. And even if I did have the teeth, I'm just too damn lazy to do all the work needed to maintain a TV show. I don't want to travel, and I don't want to do a TV show that annoys Allah. But you know, a talk/variety show in English, set in exotic Perlis to be simulcast in Britain and Malaysia, then syndicated worldwide, could be very profitable. There could be music, a fashion section, a food section, I could sing instead of do a monologue, we could do a little bit of science, health, and Islam, with a little bit of heavy guitars... **yawn** I think I'll just veg out and watch TV.
You do remember our goal, my love? Our goal is to slow down, and be with each other always, and enjoy our love, lives and family together, insyaAllah. No amount of money can save our marriage if we're always traveling and apart. The parrot won't sing if he's not content!
Monday, March 4, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130305
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Oh Julia, I ate your chicken wrap since you didn't show up for dinner last night. I hope you don't mind. The home made bread turned out much better this time, since I cooked it more. I found some butter lettuce and tomatoes at the night market, and cooked up some chicken breast. Alhamdulillah.
Ah, the past. You are my future, and I can only wait for Allah to allow me you, so I think a lot about the past. It's amazing what a small child can recall. Do you remember much about your life when you were 4 years old? That would be 1988, right? I was browsing YouTube by year, and I came across the very first song I could remember, it was sung by a chick singer, and I had totally forgotten about it. Strange, one would think that a musician would remember the first musical influences, but this song had completely slipped away from my heart until a few days ago. "Puff the magic dragon" was the 2nd song to come into my memory, "Close to you" by the Carpenters was the 3rd, and "The circle game" by Joni Mitchell was the 4th. The first song I remember is Cilla Black's version of "Goin' out of my head". I don't normally blab about my heart and mind in this public situation, but I think that it would be important for musicians to know that the most important musical influences stay in hiding to show up later as wisdom, and when they least expect it, to coincide with contemporary events. Of course, Allah gets the credit and the glory.
Cilla Black has an elementary school teacher look about her, but she is an awesome singer. She has a sort of overdrive in her voice, which is graduated like a volume knob as opposed to a switch, and she can get LOUD. In this 1969 performance, it seems that she flubbed the words at the end of the song, or did she? It doesn't matter, she is a grand singer. I couldn't help but cry when I heard this song again. I can't explain why.
Oh Julia, I ate your chicken wrap since you didn't show up for dinner last night. I hope you don't mind. The home made bread turned out much better this time, since I cooked it more. I found some butter lettuce and tomatoes at the night market, and cooked up some chicken breast. Alhamdulillah.
Ah, the past. You are my future, and I can only wait for Allah to allow me you, so I think a lot about the past. It's amazing what a small child can recall. Do you remember much about your life when you were 4 years old? That would be 1988, right? I was browsing YouTube by year, and I came across the very first song I could remember, it was sung by a chick singer, and I had totally forgotten about it. Strange, one would think that a musician would remember the first musical influences, but this song had completely slipped away from my heart until a few days ago. "Puff the magic dragon" was the 2nd song to come into my memory, "Close to you" by the Carpenters was the 3rd, and "The circle game" by Joni Mitchell was the 4th. The first song I remember is Cilla Black's version of "Goin' out of my head". I don't normally blab about my heart and mind in this public situation, but I think that it would be important for musicians to know that the most important musical influences stay in hiding to show up later as wisdom, and when they least expect it, to coincide with contemporary events. Of course, Allah gets the credit and the glory.
Cilla Black has an elementary school teacher look about her, but she is an awesome singer. She has a sort of overdrive in her voice, which is graduated like a volume knob as opposed to a switch, and she can get LOUD. In this 1969 performance, it seems that she flubbed the words at the end of the song, or did she? It doesn't matter, she is a grand singer. I couldn't help but cry when I heard this song again. I can't explain why.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130304
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi there, my beautiful Julia. What are you doing? I'm kicking back, watching Shadowplay TV. I'm trying to slow down, and I hope you are too. Hang on to yourself! I don't have anything new programmed into my TV station. Time stops with you: you are the newest show on my TV. Otherwise, everything is all about the past. Right now, I'm watching Salor Moon SuperS 140, where the fashion designer becomes the victim. I first saw this in 1998, on the internet with a dial-up modem! Hee hee.... if I had a choice I wouldn't have thrown anything away. But things got thrown away for me. But I still have my TV!
Hi there, my beautiful Julia. What are you doing? I'm kicking back, watching Shadowplay TV. I'm trying to slow down, and I hope you are too. Hang on to yourself! I don't have anything new programmed into my TV station. Time stops with you: you are the newest show on my TV. Otherwise, everything is all about the past. Right now, I'm watching Salor Moon SuperS 140, where the fashion designer becomes the victim. I first saw this in 1998, on the internet with a dial-up modem! Hee hee.... if I had a choice I wouldn't have thrown anything away. But things got thrown away for me. But I still have my TV!
Friday, March 1, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130302
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Rain, rain, rain. Allah certainly knows how to put on a show. And certainly Allah is the One who put on the show, and no one else. I was hoping to go out tonight and have some steamboat at my brother's place with my sweetie, so I hope it doesn't rain. I hope you show up for dinner tonight, Julia. Otherwise, I'm going to have to eat your portion again. I'm going to get bloated if you keep this up, Julia. Please have pity on me, and start showing up for dinner. You wouldn't want to be married to a fat blob, would you?
Rain, rain, rain. Allah certainly knows how to put on a show. And certainly Allah is the One who put on the show, and no one else. I was hoping to go out tonight and have some steamboat at my brother's place with my sweetie, so I hope it doesn't rain. I hope you show up for dinner tonight, Julia. Otherwise, I'm going to have to eat your portion again. I'm going to get bloated if you keep this up, Julia. Please have pity on me, and start showing up for dinner. You wouldn't want to be married to a fat blob, would you?
Wednesday, February 27, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130228
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
So I stay alone in my little house and quell my loneliness and longing for my Julia by playing the guitar. The most talented guitarists that I've ever met were all the lonesome types, who stay in their bedroom and practise scales and solos and what not. Well, that's not exactly accurate, for I pine for my Julia regardless of whether or not I play guitar. Rather, I play guitar nowadays whenever the Batty-watty Bat Cat sneaks into my room and pounces on my guitar. I suppose he wants me to put in some work.
Not that I make it a habit to follow the animal instincts of a 9 month old kitten (the human equivalent of a 6 year old child) because I have my own animal instincts to rely on. Why not occasionally trust the instincts of the animal animal as opposed to the human animal, especially when one is too lazy to think for oneself? Maybe it's not laziness. After all, what are friends for?
Anyway, please stay pure, have faith, pray that Allah will bring us together soon, and give us a happy and secure life and afterlife. I promise you that I will do the same, inshaAllah. Purity goes with purity, regardless of the gossip.
So I stay alone in my little house and quell my loneliness and longing for my Julia by playing the guitar. The most talented guitarists that I've ever met were all the lonesome types, who stay in their bedroom and practise scales and solos and what not. Well, that's not exactly accurate, for I pine for my Julia regardless of whether or not I play guitar. Rather, I play guitar nowadays whenever the Batty-watty Bat Cat sneaks into my room and pounces on my guitar. I suppose he wants me to put in some work.
Not that I make it a habit to follow the animal instincts of a 9 month old kitten (the human equivalent of a 6 year old child) because I have my own animal instincts to rely on. Why not occasionally trust the instincts of the animal animal as opposed to the human animal, especially when one is too lazy to think for oneself? Maybe it's not laziness. After all, what are friends for?
Anyway, please stay pure, have faith, pray that Allah will bring us together soon, and give us a happy and secure life and afterlife. I promise you that I will do the same, inshaAllah. Purity goes with purity, regardless of the gossip.
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