In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Floofy finally showed up after being gone for 2 days. I had about half an hour left of voice training when she paraded herself in front of my window. So I shut everything off, and followed her outside. She seemed like she was hurt, but I couldn't figure out where. She was growling at me, and still refused to eat. So I took her to the vet immediately. The vet checked her up and said there was nothing wrong with her. I asked him why she hadn't been eating, and disappeared for 2 days. He said perhaps she's in heat. Then I told him that she's on contraceptives. He repeated that there's nothing wrong with her, and gave me some vitamins. He added that perhaps she's just being coy.
Coy? Everybody just leave me alone! You're not being coy with me, are you? Maybe she's throwing a tantrum because I called her fat. Anyway, I put her inside the house, and she'll be an indoors cat until further notice.
I want you to be patient with me even though I'm not able to offer you some sort of perfection. From my point of view, I still don't have money enough to buy you a ring and build your house. But that doesn't give me any less work to do. I'm feeling forced into isolation right now. But regardless of that, I love you, and I need you.
Thursday, April 30, 2015
Wednesday, April 29, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150430
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Now Floofy has gone AWOL. I last saw her yesterday at breakfast time. The night before, she ate a lot of food. But at breakfast, she just crouched and watched the other cats eat. I gave her her portion, but she didn't eat it. She just walked away, and I haven't seen her since. She didn't look injured or sick or anything like that. I'm thinking that she doesn't want to be Bob Cat's bitch. Remember I told you that recently Bob Cat claimed all cat food in the territory as his. And now he's in heat- if you can call it that. Virile males don't go in heat, they're supposed to be always horny. Wah! I'm an old man! I need drugs!
Anyway, Bob Cat considers all cats in his area as his bitches. Remember I told you that Bobby was missing fur between his shoulders, now I realize that some other cat tried to make him a "bitch". Now he's become big and strong, he doesn't have to tolerate that: he can just smash them. Hulk Smash! Bobby Wobby Smash! He has such a tame disposition with me. He has never used his claws on me nor bitten me, and he takes his doctoring without resistance. Even when he yowls like male cats do when they call out for a mate, it's not overbearing but very relaxed. But he's still big and strong, much bigger and stronger than Floofy, so I guess Floofy doesn't want to deal with him. If this is true, then if she comes back then she'll come back pregnant because I won't get a chance to take her to the vet for her contraceptive. But she is his mother, after all. And I've never seen him harass her. Why didn't that cat just stay indoors? Give a cat free will, and she runs away. Oh, it's my fault? For giving the cat free will?
For dinner it's McDonald's. My Mom wanted McDonald's for dinner, and I guess I'm having McDonald's too. I got 3 double cheeseburgers: one for me, one for you I mean me, and one for me. Brings back memories of when I was homeless and McDonald's double cheeseburgers were on the dollar menu. But Allah saved my life. Now I'm not homeless and McDonald's double cheeseburgers cost RM5 each. Alhamdulillah. Tastes the same.
How's your relationship with Victoria's Secret, by the way? You grew up with those guys, didn't you? I don't see your giving them your endorsement any more. You might as well, because I can only endorse my wife in such matters. Erin I love you, and I need you.
Now Floofy has gone AWOL. I last saw her yesterday at breakfast time. The night before, she ate a lot of food. But at breakfast, she just crouched and watched the other cats eat. I gave her her portion, but she didn't eat it. She just walked away, and I haven't seen her since. She didn't look injured or sick or anything like that. I'm thinking that she doesn't want to be Bob Cat's bitch. Remember I told you that recently Bob Cat claimed all cat food in the territory as his. And now he's in heat- if you can call it that. Virile males don't go in heat, they're supposed to be always horny. Wah! I'm an old man! I need drugs!
Anyway, Bob Cat considers all cats in his area as his bitches. Remember I told you that Bobby was missing fur between his shoulders, now I realize that some other cat tried to make him a "bitch". Now he's become big and strong, he doesn't have to tolerate that: he can just smash them. Hulk Smash! Bobby Wobby Smash! He has such a tame disposition with me. He has never used his claws on me nor bitten me, and he takes his doctoring without resistance. Even when he yowls like male cats do when they call out for a mate, it's not overbearing but very relaxed. But he's still big and strong, much bigger and stronger than Floofy, so I guess Floofy doesn't want to deal with him. If this is true, then if she comes back then she'll come back pregnant because I won't get a chance to take her to the vet for her contraceptive. But she is his mother, after all. And I've never seen him harass her. Why didn't that cat just stay indoors? Give a cat free will, and she runs away. Oh, it's my fault? For giving the cat free will?
For dinner it's McDonald's. My Mom wanted McDonald's for dinner, and I guess I'm having McDonald's too. I got 3 double cheeseburgers: one for me, one for you I mean me, and one for me. Brings back memories of when I was homeless and McDonald's double cheeseburgers were on the dollar menu. But Allah saved my life. Now I'm not homeless and McDonald's double cheeseburgers cost RM5 each. Alhamdulillah. Tastes the same.
How's your relationship with Victoria's Secret, by the way? You grew up with those guys, didn't you? I don't see your giving them your endorsement any more. You might as well, because I can only endorse my wife in such matters. Erin I love you, and I need you.
Qur'an 20150430
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
88. Of the cry, "O my Lord! Truly these are a people who will not believe!"
89. But turn away from then and say, "Peace!" But soon shall they know!
The Gold Adornments 43:88-89
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Peace!
88. Of the cry, "O my Lord! Truly these are a people who will not believe!"
89. But turn away from then and say, "Peace!" But soon shall they know!
The Gold Adornments 43:88-89
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Peace!
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150429
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
I'm still feeling awfully tired, and I know why. Ever since I got that snare drum, I've been hammering out Qur'an rhythms everyday, because it's so addictive and hypnotizing. Even though it's the same phrases over and over again, the loop is so mesmerizing because it's not a 4 beat or 4 bar. An hour can slip away like a minute. Imagine the effect I would get if I were playing a full kit! I wanna shatter some glass! However my right hand is exhausted, and my entire right arm is in severe pain. I can't even lift my coffee cup. I'm typing this letter with my left hand only right now. So my entire body is sharing the suffering of my right hand, and I'm simply worn out all over. This means no musical instruments, no keyboard and mousing with the right hand, and no pushups or weights. I should OK by Thursday inshaAllah, and I'll try some pushups tomorrow. I'm still able to sing.
How's your workout coming along? Are you feeling good? Erin, you are the most beautiful girl in the world to me. I love you, and I need you.
I'm still feeling awfully tired, and I know why. Ever since I got that snare drum, I've been hammering out Qur'an rhythms everyday, because it's so addictive and hypnotizing. Even though it's the same phrases over and over again, the loop is so mesmerizing because it's not a 4 beat or 4 bar. An hour can slip away like a minute. Imagine the effect I would get if I were playing a full kit! I wanna shatter some glass! However my right hand is exhausted, and my entire right arm is in severe pain. I can't even lift my coffee cup. I'm typing this letter with my left hand only right now. So my entire body is sharing the suffering of my right hand, and I'm simply worn out all over. This means no musical instruments, no keyboard and mousing with the right hand, and no pushups or weights. I should OK by Thursday inshaAllah, and I'll try some pushups tomorrow. I'm still able to sing.
How's your workout coming along? Are you feeling good? Erin, you are the most beautiful girl in the world to me. I love you, and I need you.
Qur'an 20150429
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
81. Say, "If the Most Gracious had a son, I would be the first to worship."
The Gold Adornments 43:81
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If the Most Gracious had a son, I would be the first to worship.
81. Say, "If the Most Gracious had a son, I would be the first to worship."
The Gold Adornments 43:81
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If the Most Gracious had a son, I would be the first to worship.
Monday, April 27, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150428
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Bat Cat III is eating his cat food again. Alhamdulillah! So I'm standing down the cat red alert for now. I think that it was a fever that was ailing him. It just took a while for fever reducers to kick in.
I am feeling quite tired. My Mom is in hospital for a preliminary for knee surgery, so I've been commuting and fetching her her lunch and dinner. Today is the first day, and the actual surgery is next month, so there's still a ways to go. I think it's climbing up those 4 flights of stairs that's especially getting to me. Sure I could take the elevator like everybody else, but I don't want to cut corners, so I'm going keep using the stairs. Small potatoes, I know. It's not as if I go running.
For dinner was crinkle cut fries and cocktail wieners. Yeah, but I didn't feel too creative. You're welcome to some if you like. Boy, I'm beat. I'm going to veg out and watch TV now. I pray you are feeling healthy and confident. I love you, and I need you.
Bat Cat III is eating his cat food again. Alhamdulillah! So I'm standing down the cat red alert for now. I think that it was a fever that was ailing him. It just took a while for fever reducers to kick in.
I am feeling quite tired. My Mom is in hospital for a preliminary for knee surgery, so I've been commuting and fetching her her lunch and dinner. Today is the first day, and the actual surgery is next month, so there's still a ways to go. I think it's climbing up those 4 flights of stairs that's especially getting to me. Sure I could take the elevator like everybody else, but I don't want to cut corners, so I'm going keep using the stairs. Small potatoes, I know. It's not as if I go running.
For dinner was crinkle cut fries and cocktail wieners. Yeah, but I didn't feel too creative. You're welcome to some if you like. Boy, I'm beat. I'm going to veg out and watch TV now. I pray you are feeling healthy and confident. I love you, and I need you.
Sunday, April 26, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150427
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Bat Cat III has lost interest in his cat food. When a cat stops eating, it's time to call a cat emergency. The first suspect would be the flu, but his energy seems OK, and his nose isn't stuffed up. I don't have one of those thermometers that can go up his butt, but I really don't think he has a fever. I had some fever reducers, and he's had 2 doses, and he still behaves the same way. The next suspect is cancer, like leukemia, but how do I test for that? As I can recall, he had been losing interest in his cat food since before I recently took him to the vet for an anti fungal shot.
Now Bat Cat III is an excellent hunter. He's a great mouser, and he has acquired a taste for birds. I'm not a cat, but I'm sure freshly killed game would taste better than cat food. Plus Bob Cat has been claiming all cat food in the territory as his, to be distributed to his "bitches" as he sees fit. I caught him playing "bitch" with Bat Cat III the other day. You know what I mean: "If you want some of my food, then you are my bitch." So I'm guessing that Bat Cat III is going independent of cat food. What supports this hypothesis is that Bat Cat I hangs around the homestead every day, and he doesn't accept a pellet of cat food from me. I pointed him out to my Dad just now, and my Dad said, "He's come here to visit you." I replied, "No Dad, he's here all the time. And I don't give him any food at all. He's completely independent." The smorgasbord provided by Allah here in the kampung is very generous: birds, frogs, fish, mice, snakes... It's nice to rely only on Allah. Do you think I should take Bat Cat III to the vet?
Well, I hope you are cheering up and feeling OK. I want you to be happy, and happy with me. I love you, and I need you.
Bat Cat III has lost interest in his cat food. When a cat stops eating, it's time to call a cat emergency. The first suspect would be the flu, but his energy seems OK, and his nose isn't stuffed up. I don't have one of those thermometers that can go up his butt, but I really don't think he has a fever. I had some fever reducers, and he's had 2 doses, and he still behaves the same way. The next suspect is cancer, like leukemia, but how do I test for that? As I can recall, he had been losing interest in his cat food since before I recently took him to the vet for an anti fungal shot.
Now Bat Cat III is an excellent hunter. He's a great mouser, and he has acquired a taste for birds. I'm not a cat, but I'm sure freshly killed game would taste better than cat food. Plus Bob Cat has been claiming all cat food in the territory as his, to be distributed to his "bitches" as he sees fit. I caught him playing "bitch" with Bat Cat III the other day. You know what I mean: "If you want some of my food, then you are my bitch." So I'm guessing that Bat Cat III is going independent of cat food. What supports this hypothesis is that Bat Cat I hangs around the homestead every day, and he doesn't accept a pellet of cat food from me. I pointed him out to my Dad just now, and my Dad said, "He's come here to visit you." I replied, "No Dad, he's here all the time. And I don't give him any food at all. He's completely independent." The smorgasbord provided by Allah here in the kampung is very generous: birds, frogs, fish, mice, snakes... It's nice to rely only on Allah. Do you think I should take Bat Cat III to the vet?
Well, I hope you are cheering up and feeling OK. I want you to be happy, and happy with me. I love you, and I need you.
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