Letter to Julia 20140308

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hello my beloved Julia and Erin.  How are you feeling?  How are those precious emotions?  It has been a rather mundane day for me.  Just a bunch of cleaning house and yard for my parents.  My Mom gave me some spaghetti.  Mundane is actually romantic, provided you are here with me.  Planning meals, watching TV together, doing shopping, etc.  Kissing goodnight, saying "I love you."  Floofy was late coming home for closing time today.  She was hiding out at Casa de Julia inshaAllah.

So the both of you, please be patient, and maintain your prayers.  Do not follow the behavior and the path of those who have no faith.  Goodnight.  I love you.

Letter to Julia 20140306

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Julia, please allow me to say Happy Birthday to Erin.

Erin, my sweet, beautiful, precious dear heart.  I forgot your birthday on the 3rd.  I'm so sorry.  I'm such a moron, I'm just a stupid, senile old man.  Please forgive me.  This is so odd, because your birthday and my birthday is pretty much the same.  This is also so very odd, because I've been lookng for something appropriate to post for your birthday for quite some time already.  It's bad enough that I'm so dirt poor and not there with you.  Then yesterday I found something perfect, then I went home thinking, "Cool, I found the right thing for Erin's birthday."  Then I thought, "Oh shit, her birthday was 3 days ago!  Oh my God, she's so sensitive, I'm such an idiot! Oh my God, I'm in deep shit!"  Then I bought a sack of onions.

For what it's worth, please forgive me, and I promise with all my heart never to forget your birthday ever again inshaAllah.  I just have to remind myself, "My birthday is the same as her birthday."  I hope you like what I found for you.  I just tested Kalles Frakturer on my computer, and it's not dead yet.  It's a new program so inshaAllah, our computers will be OK.  Again, I'm so sorry.  I don't deserve someone as beautiful and wonderful like you.  Please, please, please forgive me.

Happy Birthday, my beloved Erin.  I love you, and I need you.  I want to marry you.

Letter to Julia 20140305

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

So can you see the connection of us, music, and food?  I didn't see it years ago in the kitchen of a pizza joint, it's probably because my feet hurt too much.  They still hurt.  I can see why you want to move the kitchen in my little house outside, and so be it.  Some food smell awful powerful when cooking.  Hey, some stuff smells strong when raw.  Durians are popular in the US now, but I hardly eat the stuff.  My Mom chugs copious amounts of that fruit, so it's probably her fault that it's so popular.  I love you, Mom!  Someone must pay my mother an endorsement fee.  Yeah, we'll move that kitchen outside by the time you get here inshaAllah, but like I said, that area needs work.  Just the burners: all storage should stay indoors.

I picked up some huge cuttlefish at the night market on Monday.  Big ones, about half a kilo each!  I fried the heads up with garlic and onions, and a lot of oil, then froze the rest.  I thought it might be too oily, but squid is mostly water so it balanced out nicely.  Plus the innards made a great sauce.  I also bought some mackerel for my sushi.  Yes, there are better fish, but did you know that sushi used to be considered poor man's food?  Think about it: mackerel, egg, rice, seaweed, spring onions.  I made a man's sized portion.  Hey, don't touch my sushi!  I'll make you your own portion.  I love you, I love you.

I went to wait for the butcher on Tuesday morning to pick up some tenderloin.  But the sirloin looked soooo good, I spent my money on that instead.  There was some lean meat in the chunk I got, but that's OK.  I'll use it for beef and potato curry for my morning bread.  In the end, I managed to get 4 man-sized sirloin steaks.  Hey, don't touch my steak!  I didn't know models ate steak.  I'll cook you your own steak.  A man and his food.  Oh God, I can't believe I've become so macho.  Ya Allah, thank You for the knowledge and the bounty that You've provided for me.

Letter to Julia 20140303

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hello there, my beloved Julia and Erin.

I'm sitting here doing my taxes.  Yeah, I still have to file taxes even though I have a company income of zero.  Because Shadowplay is a legitimate business based in Malaysia, that specializes in music and global mass media.  More importantly, I seek to please Allah with music.  Therefore I must keep my business alive.  Who knows what Allah might do to global markets if I ceased to operate.  The banks might go kaboom!  I'm sorry you had to lag behind, but what to do?  I guess it's preordained, even if we were already married.

When we are married inshaAllah, you can file your taxes under me as my wife.  Of course this pertains to income you make after we marry.  Because the goal of our marriage is to slow down and stay put, you must understand and accept that we must stick together and avoid travel.  Make your business come to you.  No, I don't want to consume your hard earned money.  It's supposed to be my job to provide for you, so please make sure you keep your own bank accounts.  Again, I'm am trying to build a tourist attraction here and cannot travel, and you are my wife.  Any travel must be planned far in advance.

I love you, and I need you.

Letter to Julia 20140301

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

My dearest beautiful Julia.  You are my slick beauty, so sophisticated and smooth.  You are truly a work of art, a sensual painting of love, my love.  I wish, and it is my dream to keep you beautiful to make sure you are loved and loved and loved.  To tenderly care for such a beautiful work of art, to make certain that you age gracefully and beautifully.  InshaAllah.  I love you Julia, I love you with all my heart.

Erin sweetheart, more than anyone else your emotions shape the way you look.  How do you feel, my love?  Do you feel beautiful?  I love you, my tender-hearted beauty, I want you to feel beautiful and to feel loved all the time.  You are so beautiful, you wonderful dear heart.  I want to embrace and cherish you, and keep you safe in my arms, and protect you.  InshaAllah.  Precious you, precious heart of gold.  I love you Erin, I love you with all my heart.

Letter to Julia 20140227

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

Hello there, my beautiful beloved.  I spent pretty much all of yesterday cleaning house, my little house that is.  There's still a long way to go, but I got a lot done today.  I cleared out what will be the master bedroom inshaAllah, and I got a little bit done on what will be your bathroom/closet Julia inshaAllah, and I want to do more work on that cage where you want to move the kitchen to.  That quinine tree is annoying though, and it has to be removed, and I can't do it.  I need to call in the pros.  Then I got distracted by some bamboo.  I love bamboo, I love trimming and shaping it into drumsticks.  I need a rotary tool.  I did a lot of work on my office/bedroom where I sleep on the floor, the most cleaning I've done in years.  I did manage to do some burning over at Casa de Julia inshaAllah this morning.  Very slowly.  I'm a lazy man.  Slow and lazy.  I also have an obsession with independence.  Yeah I know, there's no such thing as absolute independence, but Friday will be my 48th birthday, and I've lived most of that time with just me, Allah, and at least one cat.  Yeah, I'm kind of like a wild animal.  But my wives will have the most control over me that any human can have.  I love them, that's why.  I'm preparing for us to be rooted in one place and together all the time, inshaAllah.  I pray that you are doing the same.

Letter to Julia 20140225

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

So how about some dinner, my love?  Yes, I love you and I need you.  Again, I love you and I need you.  I picked up some snails at the night market just now.  I call them snails because the name directly translates to snails, in the local tongue they're called "siput mentarang".  They live in the mud at Kuala Perlis, so they're basically sea snails.  They look more like conchs to me.  I asked my Mom a while ago if they were snails or conchs  and she just scowled at me.  I love you, Mom!  This was the first time I handled these critters, but what is life without adventure?  Well, adventure in cooking.  The mud was a problem, so I had to scrub that off with a brush and lots of water.  My Mom said in not so many words to cook them like clams, so I took the simple approach.  I fried up some garlic, then chilli pepper paste, then carefully added the snails.  the shells are fragile, so that's another problem, so I took the utmost care in folding them over and over, and just like clams, the broth increased with cooking.  The flesh had a wonderful taste and texture, more like immature fish roe than shellfish.  The broth is powerful stuff, so I put the leftover in the cooler for tomorrow's noodles.  Do you wanna come over for dinner?