In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Oh Julia, I woke up too early today, so I'm feeling rather spacey. How are you, my love? It's the day after the polls. I thought I has to take Chee Cheah to the vet, but I had to postpone that. Do I typed this letter at the Internet cafe. Oh, I'm drowsy.
It seems that people are indoctrinated early in politics around here. I can tell from the little kids who have their party affiliation scribbled on their grubby little notebooks and backpacks. My vote was private until I cast it. Sigh. Fame is a liability. But I guess it means that only Allah knows what's going on in my head. InsyaAllah.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Friday, May 3, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130504
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia. I love your nose. I think your nose is so beautiful. Your nose is so much more better looking than those plastic noses we see on TV nowadays. And I love you, Julia. I long to be with you. Oh Julia, I don't know what happiness is. Sometimes Allah allows me a glimpse of the perfect feeling, but I'm not in heaven yet. I want to be happy with you, my beloved. Ya Allah, please grant Julia and I happiness and security together in this life and the Hereafter.
Tomorrow is Election day. I normally clean my parents' bedroom on Sunday morning, but I'm going to have to do that tonight, so I can go and vote. People here have been quite civilized in their conduct lately, this election. It didn't start that way, but their behavior improved. Alhamdulillah.
Hi Julia. I love your nose. I think your nose is so beautiful. Your nose is so much more better looking than those plastic noses we see on TV nowadays. And I love you, Julia. I long to be with you. Oh Julia, I don't know what happiness is. Sometimes Allah allows me a glimpse of the perfect feeling, but I'm not in heaven yet. I want to be happy with you, my beloved. Ya Allah, please grant Julia and I happiness and security together in this life and the Hereafter.
Tomorrow is Election day. I normally clean my parents' bedroom on Sunday morning, but I'm going to have to do that tonight, so I can go and vote. People here have been quite civilized in their conduct lately, this election. It didn't start that way, but their behavior improved. Alhamdulillah.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
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. @$#%$#&&*&##$*&!!!! Thank God it rained last night, so the water in the drain wasn't disgusting. This morning my Mom, renowned for her sense of humor, bitched me out for eating her soup. Sorry, Mom.
Election Day is this Sunday, and the polls are being held at the elementary school down the street. There's already a choking mess of propaganda outside my front gate. It seems the world is interested in the Malaysian elections this year. I wonder why.
Hi Julia, sweetie! Oh, don't be so serious. Then again, I should practise what I preach, huh? I can get too damn serious sometimes. Especially when I don't have my Julia to snuggle with. I was much worse back during the pizza days. I was cussing and swearing when I was picking mangoes just now, because the limbs of the tree were hanging over the street, and every time I picked a fruit, a car or a motorcycle would drive by, and the fruit would fall and go splat on the asphalt, or bounce into the storm drain. @$#%$#&&*&##$*&!!!! 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.
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130501
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia, my love. Whatcha doin'? I'm just kicking back, waiting to pray, and writing a love letter. I love you! It's been raining a lot lately, so finally the hot weather has calmed down. I don't like hot weather. I'm very finicky about climate control, especially when singing. I had steak and rice for dinner. My Mom gave me a whole bunch of fish sausage, so I've been experimenting with that. I made fish sausage and okra curry this afternoon. It turned out OK, but I overcooked the okra. Want some? I'm planning to make Italian fish sausage. Fish sausage is sold in sausage shape, and before cooked it can crumble if play around too much with it. But it's not raw fish. It's generally fried. I prefer to boil it first before frying, to soften the texture. Otherwise it would be too chewy. But I'm planning to make Italian fish sausage: crumble it up, add spices, then reshape it, then cook it. Wanna try some?
Hi Julia, my love. Whatcha doin'? I'm just kicking back, waiting to pray, and writing a love letter. I love you! It's been raining a lot lately, so finally the hot weather has calmed down. I don't like hot weather. I'm very finicky about climate control, especially when singing. I had steak and rice for dinner. My Mom gave me a whole bunch of fish sausage, so I've been experimenting with that. I made fish sausage and okra curry this afternoon. It turned out OK, but I overcooked the okra. Want some? I'm planning to make Italian fish sausage. Fish sausage is sold in sausage shape, and before cooked it can crumble if play around too much with it. But it's not raw fish. It's generally fried. I prefer to boil it first before frying, to soften the texture. Otherwise it would be too chewy. But I'm planning to make Italian fish sausage: crumble it up, add spices, then reshape it, then cook it. Wanna try some?
Sunday, April 28, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130429
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
In Malaysia, we have system of socialized medical care. This is where it is possible for the poor to get medical treatment. For that reason, I am a firm believer of socialized medicine, even though I do my best to avoid doctors. It's a habit I picked up from living in America, where medical care is privatized. Not just to save money, but to gain knowledge to self-diagnose and self-medicate, compounded by prayer. This is also helpful against doctors whose first recommendation is amputation or extraction. Ya Allah, please protect me and those I love.
In order for you to qualify for the discounted medical care, you would first have to be a citizen of Malaysia. Obviously, the first medic one would meet in this system is an intern, who is supervised by a doctor, who in turn turns to a specialist. This is after waiting in line with the large crowd. If the intern and his boss doctor is unable to treat you on the spot, then you would be referred to a specialist, which may mean incarceration in a hospital ward, depending on the seriousness of the ailment. And for this hospital in Kangar, if there is no specialist available to treat your particular problem, then you would be referred to a hospital in Alor Setar, about an hour's drive away. I once had to spend 9 days in a 4th class ward, which was not a pleasant experience. Nonetheless, I remain a firm believer of socialized medicine, so I have to forgive the experience for what it's worth.
The other option is to go to a private doctor, which costs more of course. There are certainly some very talented and experienced doctors and dentists out there if one can afford them. The issue is to find the right doctor. I believe a local doctor is always preferable, because the journey adds to the risk. For certain, if you have buddies in the medical hierarchy, you might just get a place in an air-conditioned ward in a public hospital. I have few friends and many enemies, so I have to wait in line along with the rest of the impoverished. If I am not able to prevent or self-treat. Now don't get me wrong: Malaysia has many, many medical schools, and vast medical knowledge. But I would rather avoid doctors.
Please don't lose your medical connections. Please be pro-active about gaining medical knowledge, and locating good local doctors. Remember, that I must avoid travel due to my spiritual agenda. I'm not much help to you when it comes to doctors, other than to be with you, and get aggressive with those who misdiagnose or mistreat you or our loved ones.
In Malaysia, we have system of socialized medical care. This is where it is possible for the poor to get medical treatment. For that reason, I am a firm believer of socialized medicine, even though I do my best to avoid doctors. It's a habit I picked up from living in America, where medical care is privatized. Not just to save money, but to gain knowledge to self-diagnose and self-medicate, compounded by prayer. This is also helpful against doctors whose first recommendation is amputation or extraction. Ya Allah, please protect me and those I love.
In order for you to qualify for the discounted medical care, you would first have to be a citizen of Malaysia. Obviously, the first medic one would meet in this system is an intern, who is supervised by a doctor, who in turn turns to a specialist. This is after waiting in line with the large crowd. If the intern and his boss doctor is unable to treat you on the spot, then you would be referred to a specialist, which may mean incarceration in a hospital ward, depending on the seriousness of the ailment. And for this hospital in Kangar, if there is no specialist available to treat your particular problem, then you would be referred to a hospital in Alor Setar, about an hour's drive away. I once had to spend 9 days in a 4th class ward, which was not a pleasant experience. Nonetheless, I remain a firm believer of socialized medicine, so I have to forgive the experience for what it's worth.
The other option is to go to a private doctor, which costs more of course. There are certainly some very talented and experienced doctors and dentists out there if one can afford them. The issue is to find the right doctor. I believe a local doctor is always preferable, because the journey adds to the risk. For certain, if you have buddies in the medical hierarchy, you might just get a place in an air-conditioned ward in a public hospital. I have few friends and many enemies, so I have to wait in line along with the rest of the impoverished. If I am not able to prevent or self-treat. Now don't get me wrong: Malaysia has many, many medical schools, and vast medical knowledge. But I would rather avoid doctors.
Please don't lose your medical connections. Please be pro-active about gaining medical knowledge, and locating good local doctors. Remember, that I must avoid travel due to my spiritual agenda. I'm not much help to you when it comes to doctors, other than to be with you, and get aggressive with those who misdiagnose or mistreat you or our loved ones.
Friday, April 26, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130427
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia, how are you doing? I pray you are healthy and confident. I'm just sitting here in front of the TV, waiting for my laundry, and writing to you. I love you. Yesterday, I made cheicken stew. Chicken stew, with bamboo shoots, oyster mushrooms, and cashews. It was awesome! Want some? Oh, I ate it all already. Cashews shrivel up more in comparison with the bamboo shoots and the mushrooms, but they color the stew oh so sweet. I must remember that: cashews add the color of sweetness to sauces and soups.
Hey, it's raining again!
Hi Julia, how are you doing? I pray you are healthy and confident. I'm just sitting here in front of the TV, waiting for my laundry, and writing to you. I love you. Yesterday, I made cheicken stew. Chicken stew, with bamboo shoots, oyster mushrooms, and cashews. It was awesome! Want some? Oh, I ate it all already. Cashews shrivel up more in comparison with the bamboo shoots and the mushrooms, but they color the stew oh so sweet. I must remember that: cashews add the color of sweetness to sauces and soups.
Hey, it's raining again!
Tuesday, April 23, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130424
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hay Julia, my beloved! How are you today, Sweetie? I pray you are feeling just awesome. It's been raining today, so I couldn't do a yard work. My Dad told me a few days ago that he was bored, and coming home early, so I've been focusing my housework on my parents' house.
It was curry for dinner today!! Curry is like soup to me. Since there are so many cashews lately, it's cashew curry! Cashews color the curry sweet, kind of like pineapples, but the taste is cashewy. Curry is like soup to me, so it's beef, chicken or seafood with curry spices and vegetables, plus bouillon. When I eat other people's curries, there's never enough gravy for me, so I make sure my curry has tons of gravy. Today the meat is chicken liver, which seems to match perfectly with cashews. I cook up a pot of rice, then douse the rice with the curry until it's swimming like rice porridge. Yummy!! And easy to eat! Want some?
Hay Julia, my beloved! How are you today, Sweetie? I pray you are feeling just awesome. It's been raining today, so I couldn't do a yard work. My Dad told me a few days ago that he was bored, and coming home early, so I've been focusing my housework on my parents' house.
It was curry for dinner today!! Curry is like soup to me. Since there are so many cashews lately, it's cashew curry! Cashews color the curry sweet, kind of like pineapples, but the taste is cashewy. Curry is like soup to me, so it's beef, chicken or seafood with curry spices and vegetables, plus bouillon. When I eat other people's curries, there's never enough gravy for me, so I make sure my curry has tons of gravy. Today the meat is chicken liver, which seems to match perfectly with cashews. I cook up a pot of rice, then douse the rice with the curry until it's swimming like rice porridge. Yummy!! And easy to eat! Want some?
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