In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Say Julia, do you do much running? I'm sure you run a lot, being that you were quite an athlete in high school as I understand, and you have such beautiful legs. Oh, kickboxing? I don't know. I don't do any of that. I have bad feet. I haven't done much, or any running in years. I'm only a little good for standing my ground and biding my time. Maybe I have a little bit of strength in this chimp-like body to destroy things that come within my reach. But I don't run. If you like to run, then you know I can't let you go alone. I will have to putt along by your side on a motorcycle. If it's my turn to run, then you can drive the motorbike. I can probably do 50 yards or less at a time. Whoops, your turn to run! Maybe we can bag the running, and go sit at a cafe and have some crushed ice.
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130717
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hey Julia! How are you feeling, my dearest? You are my girl, and I love you. You know, it rained heavily on my way home from yesterday's blog. I probably should have headed straight home, but I had to get some cheese and cat food. My Mom gave me a lot of sardines she prepared for bread, and I prefer sardines with bread and cheese. I found a place here that sells IAMS cat food. Best cat food in the world! Well, that's what I used to feed Phantom back in the USA, and the vet said that Chee Cheah can only eat the best cat food. The cat sniffs at the food then look at me with an expression of disdain, so did Phantom back then, but Phantom never got ill in the 11 years she was with me. I wanted to stop to buy some burger buns, but by that time the rain started pelting down, so I decided to go straight home and make dough instead. I rolled up the sardines and cheese in the dough, then deep fried it at low heat. The dough was too soft ( because my Mom said my last batch of dough was too hard, so I made this batch with more water), and my rolls ruptured. What a messy meal. But it tasted good. I recall someone telling me that the messiest meals are the tastiest meals. Do you agree?
Hey Julia! How are you feeling, my dearest? You are my girl, and I love you. You know, it rained heavily on my way home from yesterday's blog. I probably should have headed straight home, but I had to get some cheese and cat food. My Mom gave me a lot of sardines she prepared for bread, and I prefer sardines with bread and cheese. I found a place here that sells IAMS cat food. Best cat food in the world! Well, that's what I used to feed Phantom back in the USA, and the vet said that Chee Cheah can only eat the best cat food. The cat sniffs at the food then look at me with an expression of disdain, so did Phantom back then, but Phantom never got ill in the 11 years she was with me. I wanted to stop to buy some burger buns, but by that time the rain started pelting down, so I decided to go straight home and make dough instead. I rolled up the sardines and cheese in the dough, then deep fried it at low heat. The dough was too soft ( because my Mom said my last batch of dough was too hard, so I made this batch with more water), and my rolls ruptured. What a messy meal. But it tasted good. I recall someone telling me that the messiest meals are the tastiest meals. Do you agree?
Monday, July 15, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130716
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
YOOOOOOOLIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!
Hi Julia, my beloved. I'm sorry I didn't make it in to blog yesterday. I never forget you, for I love you so much. You are the most beautiful girl in the world. But I just didn't feel well yesterday, so I stayed out of sight. Or it could be that it was too dangerous to travel yesterday. Or it could be that there was a gang of crazed women out to get me. Whatever it was, I posted yesterday's letter for you to read, if you like. I wish you were with me, for it would be so much simpler for me for you to share my experiences, rather than my having to say I'm sorry I didn't write. But please understand that I can only think of your well being, so I cannot have you marry into my poverty. Please pray that Allah grants me the means soon to give you a happy and secure married life.
YOOOOOOOLIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!!
Hi Julia, my beloved. I'm sorry I didn't make it in to blog yesterday. I never forget you, for I love you so much. You are the most beautiful girl in the world. But I just didn't feel well yesterday, so I stayed out of sight. Or it could be that it was too dangerous to travel yesterday. Or it could be that there was a gang of crazed women out to get me. Whatever it was, I posted yesterday's letter for you to read, if you like. I wish you were with me, for it would be so much simpler for me for you to share my experiences, rather than my having to say I'm sorry I didn't write. But please understand that I can only think of your well being, so I cannot have you marry into my poverty. Please pray that Allah grants me the means soon to give you a happy and secure married life.
Letter to Julia 20130715
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia, my beauty. Are you trying to take it easy, and slow down? I know it's not easy, but that's what makes it so great! Be one of the few who don't rush around just for the sake of it. Well, that's the goal of our marriage, is to slow down, and enjoy our lives and love together. I'm trying to slow down. It's the fasting month, after all. Today, I started off after waking up with feeding the cats, took a shower, then fetched my Dad's Sunday paper, vacuumed my parents' bedroom, cleaned their bathroom, swept the kitchen, scrubbed the cat bowl, took a nap before my 2 hour voice training, gave the cats dinner, went to town to do some shopping for my Mom, watered the yards, went to buy some food for breaking fast, went to the mosque to pick up some rice gruel, took a shower, went back to the mosque to drop off some cakes, heated up my food, broke fast with my Mom, went to the mosque for additional prayers, and I just got back and now I'm writing my love letter to my Julia, all without missing my regular prayers. Hey, I usually don't work this hard. I'm lazy. I'd rather be snuggling with my Julia, and making love. But we can only make love at night during Ramadan. Oh no, I have ironing to do! I hate ironing!
Hi Julia, my beauty. Are you trying to take it easy, and slow down? I know it's not easy, but that's what makes it so great! Be one of the few who don't rush around just for the sake of it. Well, that's the goal of our marriage, is to slow down, and enjoy our lives and love together. I'm trying to slow down. It's the fasting month, after all. Today, I started off after waking up with feeding the cats, took a shower, then fetched my Dad's Sunday paper, vacuumed my parents' bedroom, cleaned their bathroom, swept the kitchen, scrubbed the cat bowl, took a nap before my 2 hour voice training, gave the cats dinner, went to town to do some shopping for my Mom, watered the yards, went to buy some food for breaking fast, went to the mosque to pick up some rice gruel, took a shower, went back to the mosque to drop off some cakes, heated up my food, broke fast with my Mom, went to the mosque for additional prayers, and I just got back and now I'm writing my love letter to my Julia, all without missing my regular prayers. Hey, I usually don't work this hard. I'm lazy. I'd rather be snuggling with my Julia, and making love. But we can only make love at night during Ramadan. Oh no, I have ironing to do! I hate ironing!
Friday, July 12, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130713
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello Julia. How are you, my love? You know I don't forget you. I cannot forget you. I want you to be with me all the time, for I love you, and I want to marry you. You are my girl. You are the most beautiful girl in the world.
Little Fluffy Ramadan seems to have snapped out of her apathy. She has very wobbly feet. It's almost as if she has never used her legs until I met her. I think she's one of those formerly oppressed kitties. Poor little Fluffy. But now she's active, and sweet in temperament, and always follows me everywhere. She tries to run, or chase her tail, but she always flops over. She loves the yard. It's nice to be out in the open, huh kitty?
Hello Julia. How are you, my love? You know I don't forget you. I cannot forget you. I want you to be with me all the time, for I love you, and I want to marry you. You are my girl. You are the most beautiful girl in the world.
Little Fluffy Ramadan seems to have snapped out of her apathy. She has very wobbly feet. It's almost as if she has never used her legs until I met her. I think she's one of those formerly oppressed kitties. Poor little Fluffy. But now she's active, and sweet in temperament, and always follows me everywhere. She tries to run, or chase her tail, but she always flops over. She loves the yard. It's nice to be out in the open, huh kitty?
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130711
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia! How are you feeling today, my love? I didn't get to do much ouse cleaning today. Someone planted a cat on my porch yesterday. My Dad said he wanted to keep it, gave it a name, then when it was decided that I was the one to take care of it, he decided he didn't want it anymore. He named her Ramadan. She's kind of fluffy to me, so I call her Fluffy. Fluffy Ramadan. She's quite a languid cat, her attitude is kind of "don't care-ish". She didn't take to cat food right away, so I assume she is a local cat, used to eating rice and fish. Well, of course she's a local cat... who would import a kitten from Germany just to abandon on my porch? I spent the morning giving her a bath, then taking her to the vet.
How are you handling the fasting month, my dearest? My routine doesn't seem to have changed much other than the not eating, and the extended social prayer at the mosque. I wonder how you would cope with this social scenario? It's not as if we could pray side by side, and poke each other in cute horseplay.
Hi Julia! How are you feeling today, my love? I didn't get to do much ouse cleaning today. Someone planted a cat on my porch yesterday. My Dad said he wanted to keep it, gave it a name, then when it was decided that I was the one to take care of it, he decided he didn't want it anymore. He named her Ramadan. She's kind of fluffy to me, so I call her Fluffy. Fluffy Ramadan. She's quite a languid cat, her attitude is kind of "don't care-ish". She didn't take to cat food right away, so I assume she is a local cat, used to eating rice and fish. Well, of course she's a local cat... who would import a kitten from Germany just to abandon on my porch? I spent the morning giving her a bath, then taking her to the vet.
How are you handling the fasting month, my dearest? My routine doesn't seem to have changed much other than the not eating, and the extended social prayer at the mosque. I wonder how you would cope with this social scenario? It's not as if we could pray side by side, and poke each other in cute horseplay.
Monday, July 8, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130709
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hey Julia, my girl! I was here yesterday, and was just about to post my love letter to you, when the Internet service cut out. Oh! How dastardly! How cruel the forces are that try to separate my meager means of communication to the girl I love! Ya Allah, please trounce the ones who try to separate Julia and I with a severe and painful ass-kicking!
The first day of Ramadan should be tomorrow inshaAllah, considering that it's been rainy and foggy everyday lately, so obviously the new moon can't be seen. I hope you enjoy this year's Ramadan. I do so love the fasting month, but I wish you were here to share the surrealism with me. Mwah! I still have to do house cleaning, so I probably won't be in tomorrow. Please forgive me. I love you!
Hey Julia, my girl! I was here yesterday, and was just about to post my love letter to you, when the Internet service cut out. Oh! How dastardly! How cruel the forces are that try to separate my meager means of communication to the girl I love! Ya Allah, please trounce the ones who try to separate Julia and I with a severe and painful ass-kicking!
The first day of Ramadan should be tomorrow inshaAllah, considering that it's been rainy and foggy everyday lately, so obviously the new moon can't be seen. I hope you enjoy this year's Ramadan. I do so love the fasting month, but I wish you were here to share the surrealism with me. Mwah! I still have to do house cleaning, so I probably won't be in tomorrow. Please forgive me. I love you!
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