In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
As you know, there is a cherry tree outside my bedroom window. The leaves spread outwards towards the road like a big portabella mushroom, and it effectively hides me from the elementary school traffic like a curtain. I trimmed it last week, and it looks great right now. I usually peer outside while watching Shadowplay TV while voice training, and observe the passers by. The windows don't open up all the way because they're old, I don't turn on the lights, so theoretically I can't be seen, except by an infrared camera of course. There were these 2 birds perched on one of the branches, staring at me through the cracks of my window while I was voice training today. They were sitting in the shadows side by side, watching me, shrouded in darkness. Very creepy.
Freedom is great alhamdulillah, but really, we are not free. The wise are aware that there are consequences to actions, and if you don't want to taste the consequences, then your actions are restricted. Unlike the poor man, whose life is a prison of his poverty. All my musical career, I've been restricted by my finances, by my enemies for the most part. Now it's come to this, where I have turned to Allah, and Allah has rendered the media groups and consultants irrelevant. Glory to Allah! Perhaps they should have given me all the money I wanted, and maybe they would have got the results they desire? But I don't really want their money anyway. So instead of practicing sorcery, how about they free one of their slaves? Or stop their car to feed someone who will work for food? No, don't poison them. Or perhaps they could aid one of their relatives who happens to be an orphan?
Ya Allah, please grant me wealth that is 100% halal and comes directly from You, to give my Julia a happy and secure married life, and to obtain all the tools and instruments I want to create music that pleases You.
Friday, August 30, 2013
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130829
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
They say that lonely people love cats. Well, I'm lonely without my Julia, and I have 5 cats. Do you know them?
Highest in rank is Chee Cheah. She's been with me for 5 years already, and she kind looks like my Dad. She's a Siamese cat look alike, and she's about 10 years old, according to the estimate my Mom gives me. She pretty much shared the same suffering I did since I returned to Malaysia, and now she rules the house. She only eats the best cat food, and I won't let her leave the house at night anymore. The law of the house to all cats here is "Don't bug Chee Cheah". Or they get kicked out.
Next in seniority is Bat Cat. I first met him 2 Ramadans ago when he was a tiny kitten wandering the road crying during school rush hour, so I called him over to me, and he's been with me since. He's a black and white tom cat, and he's become strong and beautiful. He looks like a black and white feline Rottweiler. I feed him only fresh fish, and low salt cat food, because he's a working cat. And how rare is that? He's the only mouse killer here, so mice avoid my house as long as he's home. He's also the only male cat at my parents' house (where my brother lives with his cats), and at Casa de Julia inshaAllah. So he has quite a harem to choose from.
Last Ramadan somebody dumped little Fluffy Ramadan on my porch. She's a blond and white long-haired calico. She was a hammered little kitty, covered in fungus, lost most of her whiskers, and very depressed. She's improved a lot since then, she's so sweet, energetic, she follows me all the time, and she always waits for me. Isn't that cute? She still has some stubborn fleas though.
When I moved into this little house, my brother left 4 cats here, who I named Scruffy, Scrawny, Frick and Frack. They were not my cats, so I only fed them. The males have died since then, so only the twins Frick and Frack are left. Frick is that drug addict cat I told you about. She somehow acquired a mouth injury, so I have to feed her drugs daily to control the swelling, otherwise she would be salivating uncontrollably, and would be unable to eat. Both Frick and Frack are grey short-haired striped cats, but Frick has darkened to a brown since her illness. I decided to rename her Slobberina Droolsella. Yeah, it could be a demeaning name, but she's a cat. The name endears her to me, and anything endearing is good when it comes to Slobby.
I also gave Frack a new name: Simper. It's because of the way she smiles. I never paid much attention to the cats my brother left other than to feed them, but somehow Simper has become very beautiful. Her coat has become bright and shiny. How is that possible? To be unloved, yet become beautiful?
Anyway my Julia, please try to be focused when you pray. If you are 100% focused when you pray, and can understand every word, that already makes you better than me and most other Muslims.
They say that lonely people love cats. Well, I'm lonely without my Julia, and I have 5 cats. Do you know them?
Highest in rank is Chee Cheah. She's been with me for 5 years already, and she kind looks like my Dad. She's a Siamese cat look alike, and she's about 10 years old, according to the estimate my Mom gives me. She pretty much shared the same suffering I did since I returned to Malaysia, and now she rules the house. She only eats the best cat food, and I won't let her leave the house at night anymore. The law of the house to all cats here is "Don't bug Chee Cheah". Or they get kicked out.
Next in seniority is Bat Cat. I first met him 2 Ramadans ago when he was a tiny kitten wandering the road crying during school rush hour, so I called him over to me, and he's been with me since. He's a black and white tom cat, and he's become strong and beautiful. He looks like a black and white feline Rottweiler. I feed him only fresh fish, and low salt cat food, because he's a working cat. And how rare is that? He's the only mouse killer here, so mice avoid my house as long as he's home. He's also the only male cat at my parents' house (where my brother lives with his cats), and at Casa de Julia inshaAllah. So he has quite a harem to choose from.
Last Ramadan somebody dumped little Fluffy Ramadan on my porch. She's a blond and white long-haired calico. She was a hammered little kitty, covered in fungus, lost most of her whiskers, and very depressed. She's improved a lot since then, she's so sweet, energetic, she follows me all the time, and she always waits for me. Isn't that cute? She still has some stubborn fleas though.
When I moved into this little house, my brother left 4 cats here, who I named Scruffy, Scrawny, Frick and Frack. They were not my cats, so I only fed them. The males have died since then, so only the twins Frick and Frack are left. Frick is that drug addict cat I told you about. She somehow acquired a mouth injury, so I have to feed her drugs daily to control the swelling, otherwise she would be salivating uncontrollably, and would be unable to eat. Both Frick and Frack are grey short-haired striped cats, but Frick has darkened to a brown since her illness. I decided to rename her Slobberina Droolsella. Yeah, it could be a demeaning name, but she's a cat. The name endears her to me, and anything endearing is good when it comes to Slobby.
I also gave Frack a new name: Simper. It's because of the way she smiles. I never paid much attention to the cats my brother left other than to feed them, but somehow Simper has become very beautiful. Her coat has become bright and shiny. How is that possible? To be unloved, yet become beautiful?
Anyway my Julia, please try to be focused when you pray. If you are 100% focused when you pray, and can understand every word, that already makes you better than me and most other Muslims.
Tuesday, August 27, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130828
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia. How are you feeling today? I pray you are feeling healthy and confident. Me, I'm feeling listless and lazy for some reason. I was rather impatient with the dense traffic, moody I suppose. I don't like regular commute. I'm tired of travel, even short distances. But everybody has to commute, and anybody can be a statistic.
But I was too lazy to do anything during the evening. Then Chee Cheah told me in not so many words to put on my boots and do something. So I raked some leaves around Casa de Julia inshaAllah, and burned them. Then I trimmed the cherry tree outside my window. Not much I know, but I am lazy. I want my Julia. I think I'll just play video games until I pass out.
Hi Julia. How are you feeling today? I pray you are feeling healthy and confident. Me, I'm feeling listless and lazy for some reason. I was rather impatient with the dense traffic, moody I suppose. I don't like regular commute. I'm tired of travel, even short distances. But everybody has to commute, and anybody can be a statistic.
But I was too lazy to do anything during the evening. Then Chee Cheah told me in not so many words to put on my boots and do something. So I raked some leaves around Casa de Julia inshaAllah, and burned them. Then I trimmed the cherry tree outside my window. Not much I know, but I am lazy. I want my Julia. I think I'll just play video games until I pass out.
Monday, August 26, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130827
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello Julia, my love. How are you? Are you feeling feverish? If so, please get some rest, and don't work so hard. No? I was just guessing. I was worried.
I apologize for not coming in to blog on Monday morning. I had to take Chee Cheah to the vet for an antifungal shot. It had been raining lately, and she always seems to have fungal issues. She's such a sensitive little kitty. As you know, I don't like to announce my visit to the vet, because they would be packed with fat women ready to pounce on me with their fat cats, and I would be left standing around with a nervous cat. It's not that I love you less. I love you with all my heart. You are my girl, I love you, and I want to marry you.
Ya Allah, please grant me the means soon to give my Julia a happy and secure married life, and all the tools and instruments I want to fulfill my mission for You, to please You with music.
Hello Julia, my love. How are you? Are you feeling feverish? If so, please get some rest, and don't work so hard. No? I was just guessing. I was worried.
I apologize for not coming in to blog on Monday morning. I had to take Chee Cheah to the vet for an antifungal shot. It had been raining lately, and she always seems to have fungal issues. She's such a sensitive little kitty. As you know, I don't like to announce my visit to the vet, because they would be packed with fat women ready to pounce on me with their fat cats, and I would be left standing around with a nervous cat. It's not that I love you less. I love you with all my heart. You are my girl, I love you, and I want to marry you.
Ya Allah, please grant me the means soon to give my Julia a happy and secure married life, and all the tools and instruments I want to fulfill my mission for You, to please You with music.
Friday, August 23, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130824
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia my dearest heart, how are you feeling today? I pray you are healthy and confident. I do love you so. I'm kind of tired right now, I've been on the go since 8am, and now it's almost time for the sunset prayer, and I'm writing to my Sweetie as I wait for the call.
I figured that that fat Bat Cat clone that someone planted in my yard would be claimed by the owner, because he's so fat and pampered, he could only have gotten that way from being spoiled rotten. Bat Cat does not like his clone. Now he's hiding, which means he's refusing to be caged. I bet he wants to lie in wait for his clone so as to chase him away. To the owner of Bat Cat's clone, if you truly love that cat, please take him away from my yard because my Bat Cat doesn't want him there. Hark! I hear cats squabbling!
Hi Julia my dearest heart, how are you feeling today? I pray you are healthy and confident. I do love you so. I'm kind of tired right now, I've been on the go since 8am, and now it's almost time for the sunset prayer, and I'm writing to my Sweetie as I wait for the call.
I figured that that fat Bat Cat clone that someone planted in my yard would be claimed by the owner, because he's so fat and pampered, he could only have gotten that way from being spoiled rotten. Bat Cat does not like his clone. Now he's hiding, which means he's refusing to be caged. I bet he wants to lie in wait for his clone so as to chase him away. To the owner of Bat Cat's clone, if you truly love that cat, please take him away from my yard because my Bat Cat doesn't want him there. Hark! I hear cats squabbling!
Wednesday, August 21, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130822
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia, my beloved. How are you feeling today? I love you, my beautiful Julia. Please take good care of yourself. I've been staying pretty much at home, and around the kampung. I pruned the coconut trees on Casa de Julia inshaAllah, because they were blocking the sun to the ground. There was a pit filled with coconuts. It was dry weather, so I torched them. It burned all night with a scent of coconuts, like incense. Quite a sight to see. I dug up some tapioca for my Mom that I planted a couple of years ago on Casa de Julia inshaAllah. What a laborious task. I suppose it's a flavor from my mother's childhood. I'm kind of ambivalent about that food, but I know my grandfather was big on tapioca. I suppose it's a food from his army days. Whatever.
Lo and behold, there's a Bat Cat clone in my yard. People are planting these cats at my house. This version seems fat and pampered, and I was able to pick him up and show him to my parents without much of a fuss. If he sticks around, what shall I name him? Bat Cat Too? Automated Backup Cat System? Hey, I like that. ABCs.
Hi Julia, my beloved. How are you feeling today? I love you, my beautiful Julia. Please take good care of yourself. I've been staying pretty much at home, and around the kampung. I pruned the coconut trees on Casa de Julia inshaAllah, because they were blocking the sun to the ground. There was a pit filled with coconuts. It was dry weather, so I torched them. It burned all night with a scent of coconuts, like incense. Quite a sight to see. I dug up some tapioca for my Mom that I planted a couple of years ago on Casa de Julia inshaAllah. What a laborious task. I suppose it's a flavor from my mother's childhood. I'm kind of ambivalent about that food, but I know my grandfather was big on tapioca. I suppose it's a food from his army days. Whatever.
Lo and behold, there's a Bat Cat clone in my yard. People are planting these cats at my house. This version seems fat and pampered, and I was able to pick him up and show him to my parents without much of a fuss. If he sticks around, what shall I name him? Bat Cat Too? Automated Backup Cat System? Hey, I like that. ABCs.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130819
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia! How are you feeling today? I just completed a massive load of grass cutting, and just finished my dinner (leftover fried noodles), now I'm writing to my Sweetie. I decided to put a little more muscle into my yard work, because I never seem to have enough time beyond maintenance. For some odd reason, I gained a little more physical strength after Ramadan. Alhamdulillah. Wanna make love? No, we have to marry first! After this, I'm going to play a round of Mario Party 2. A game to waste some time until Allah grants the funds to move with our marriage inshaAllah. Of course, I take the character of Princess Peach. I have a thing for pretty blondes. My greatest weakness. I never seem to win at Mario Party 2. I have such bad luck at that game. Even when I'm winning by 4 stars, I still wind up at the bottom at the end. Sigh! But I'm not giving up!
Oh, this is my isolation week again. I have some sort of inexplicable cycle. So please forgive me if I skip a few days at blogging. It would be much simpler if you were here with me to share my isolation. Then I wouldn't have to blog myself to explain that I'm feeling more reclusive than usual.
Hi Julia! How are you feeling today? I just completed a massive load of grass cutting, and just finished my dinner (leftover fried noodles), now I'm writing to my Sweetie. I decided to put a little more muscle into my yard work, because I never seem to have enough time beyond maintenance. For some odd reason, I gained a little more physical strength after Ramadan. Alhamdulillah. Wanna make love? No, we have to marry first! After this, I'm going to play a round of Mario Party 2. A game to waste some time until Allah grants the funds to move with our marriage inshaAllah. Of course, I take the character of Princess Peach. I have a thing for pretty blondes. My greatest weakness. I never seem to win at Mario Party 2. I have such bad luck at that game. Even when I'm winning by 4 stars, I still wind up at the bottom at the end. Sigh! But I'm not giving up!
Oh, this is my isolation week again. I have some sort of inexplicable cycle. So please forgive me if I skip a few days at blogging. It would be much simpler if you were here with me to share my isolation. Then I wouldn't have to blog myself to explain that I'm feeling more reclusive than usual.
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