In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello Sweetheart! How are you feeling? Are you eating well? I just got home after eating dinner. I had rice. Are you enjoying your caviar and toast? I don't know if I would enjoy caviar all the time. What I would eat all the time if I had the money, is beef jerky. The quality stuff. The stuff with lots of fat, and super spicy.
It's just another normal day here for me. The Struggle to be Normal. I went out for drinking water and gasoline in the morning, and in the evening I cut grass. My parents treated me to dinner, so I ate out. I practice bass as usual tonight, then take watch TV and snack on sunflower seeds. Did you know that sunflower seeds is a cure for gastritis? Well, I hope you don't get writer's cramp from signing all those autographs. Please make sure you look after yourself. Please stay clean and get plenty of rest. I love you and I need you.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Wednesday, November 11, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151112
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Yeah, you could say that Bob Crane had it coming. A lot of people have punishment coming, some of them Allah allows to old age so they increase in iniquity, and they reject the Qur'an.
Hi Erin! How's it going, beloved Sweetheart? I hope you're eating properly, getting enough rest, and having a great time. Nothing much happening here today. The sun came out today, but it rained at sunset. I've gotten hooked on a couple of new games, so time passes by quickly for me. I did manage to clean my bedroom today, and later on I will have to put in some practice on bass. Writing, rather. One thing about writing music, is that most of the time it could better. At least I'm at the point in my life where I enjoy listening to my own music. It's not narcissm! Nostalgia. Reflections of my life flashing by. Dinner today was teriyaki chicken on steamed rice. Sweet, delicious, and filling. Now that it's getting closer to the holiday season, you're going to get busier and busier. Because you are the All-American Sweetheart! I love you oodles. And I need you. Beautiful Erin.
Yeah, you could say that Bob Crane had it coming. A lot of people have punishment coming, some of them Allah allows to old age so they increase in iniquity, and they reject the Qur'an.
Hi Erin! How's it going, beloved Sweetheart? I hope you're eating properly, getting enough rest, and having a great time. Nothing much happening here today. The sun came out today, but it rained at sunset. I've gotten hooked on a couple of new games, so time passes by quickly for me. I did manage to clean my bedroom today, and later on I will have to put in some practice on bass. Writing, rather. One thing about writing music, is that most of the time it could better. At least I'm at the point in my life where I enjoy listening to my own music. It's not narcissm! Nostalgia. Reflections of my life flashing by. Dinner today was teriyaki chicken on steamed rice. Sweet, delicious, and filling. Now that it's getting closer to the holiday season, you're going to get busier and busier. Because you are the All-American Sweetheart! I love you oodles. And I need you. Beautiful Erin.
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151111
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
I suppose I have to talk about Bob Crane's death. About being a spiritual investigator, it's not all about studying the Qur'an and receiving inspiration through prayer and such. The facts and clues have to be studied as well. For example, Ian Curtis had always planned to die young, but his wife said he had set the age of 25. What made him speed up the schedule? Was he really suffering that much from his illness? I didn't really think about it when I discussed his case the last time, but last night it occurred to me: he was being cock-teased.
This is not a court of law, but this is psychic investigation not conjecture. The inspiration comes from Allah. And inshaAllah, justice by way of prevention is superior to justice by way of litigation. Don't you agree?
The difference between the pervert who stays in his bedroom and never makes any human contact and the pervert who sluts around, rapes, and kills people is called "restraint". This is whether or not he is aware of his restraint. Bob Crane had no such restraint. He lived for as much sex as possible, came into trouble with many a jealous husband or boyfriend, and made a hobby of amateur pornography. The night of his death, when he left work he found that someone had tampered with his car. The next day, he was found dead on his bed by Victoria Berry when she arrived early for an appointment, in a fetal position with a power cord tied around his neck and semen on his thigh, his head being bashed in. All the doors in his apartment were unlocked. There was no evidence of struggle. Victoria Berry was his co-worker, and she had a key to the apartment.
It sure seems that Bob was killed by someone he knew. His buddy John Carpenter was the focus of the police investigation, and was eventually brought to trial 10 years later for murder and found innocent. The cops behaved strangely at the scene of the crime. After dusting for clues, Victoria Berry was brought back into the apartment, where she was given a tour, used the phone, and kept in a state of anxiety. Then evidence was lost during the 10 year gap between the crime and the trial. In my sight, when the cops behave strangely and evidence is lost is evidence in itself: the action is evidence. Like when they lost JFK's brain.
Someone used Victoria's key to punish Bob for engaging in sexual activity with Victoria. Someone with enough influence to make the cops act stupid and lose evidence. Not John Carpenter, who was a nobody. But he did seem to know something when he told the cops that Bob always took a piss after having sex. Whose semen was that, and where is it now?
All in the name of "fun"! I'm joking, of course. After all, Allah accepts the repentance of one who sins in ignorance then repents afterwards, but not the person who continues to do evil then repents on his deathbed. I don't particularly like Bob Crane, and I don't like "Hogan's Heroes" either. I don't know why I have to discuss his case. I think it's more important that you be aware of his story. Erin, please take good care of yourself in my absence because I love you and need you.
I suppose I have to talk about Bob Crane's death. About being a spiritual investigator, it's not all about studying the Qur'an and receiving inspiration through prayer and such. The facts and clues have to be studied as well. For example, Ian Curtis had always planned to die young, but his wife said he had set the age of 25. What made him speed up the schedule? Was he really suffering that much from his illness? I didn't really think about it when I discussed his case the last time, but last night it occurred to me: he was being cock-teased.
This is not a court of law, but this is psychic investigation not conjecture. The inspiration comes from Allah. And inshaAllah, justice by way of prevention is superior to justice by way of litigation. Don't you agree?
The difference between the pervert who stays in his bedroom and never makes any human contact and the pervert who sluts around, rapes, and kills people is called "restraint". This is whether or not he is aware of his restraint. Bob Crane had no such restraint. He lived for as much sex as possible, came into trouble with many a jealous husband or boyfriend, and made a hobby of amateur pornography. The night of his death, when he left work he found that someone had tampered with his car. The next day, he was found dead on his bed by Victoria Berry when she arrived early for an appointment, in a fetal position with a power cord tied around his neck and semen on his thigh, his head being bashed in. All the doors in his apartment were unlocked. There was no evidence of struggle. Victoria Berry was his co-worker, and she had a key to the apartment.
It sure seems that Bob was killed by someone he knew. His buddy John Carpenter was the focus of the police investigation, and was eventually brought to trial 10 years later for murder and found innocent. The cops behaved strangely at the scene of the crime. After dusting for clues, Victoria Berry was brought back into the apartment, where she was given a tour, used the phone, and kept in a state of anxiety. Then evidence was lost during the 10 year gap between the crime and the trial. In my sight, when the cops behave strangely and evidence is lost is evidence in itself: the action is evidence. Like when they lost JFK's brain.
Someone used Victoria's key to punish Bob for engaging in sexual activity with Victoria. Someone with enough influence to make the cops act stupid and lose evidence. Not John Carpenter, who was a nobody. But he did seem to know something when he told the cops that Bob always took a piss after having sex. Whose semen was that, and where is it now?
All in the name of "fun"! I'm joking, of course. After all, Allah accepts the repentance of one who sins in ignorance then repents afterwards, but not the person who continues to do evil then repents on his deathbed. I don't particularly like Bob Crane, and I don't like "Hogan's Heroes" either. I don't know why I have to discuss his case. I think it's more important that you be aware of his story. Erin, please take good care of yourself in my absence because I love you and need you.
Monday, November 9, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151110
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello there, beautiful Erin! How does it feel to be so gorgeous? Well, I wouldn't know. I'm just kicking back here, waiting for them to call the sunset prayer, and watching the "Gong Show". Rindercella! Nothing much going on here. What did I do today? In the morning, I was busy tending crops. There's a horde of little white moths attacking my plants, about the size of an ant each, and invulnerable to my pesticide. Also the canned bug spray. I can't afford a different bug spray right now, so I'm hoping that moving the plants into the bright sunlight would discourage them. I can't move the tomatoes, though. In the evening, I was about to go and cut grass somewhere then suddenly it rained. So I cooked dinner instead. Rice with steak and veggies in spicy sauce. Very filling. What else? That's it. I hope you're having fun with whatever you're doing over there, and making sure your sweet precious self is safe. I love you and I need you.
Hello there, beautiful Erin! How does it feel to be so gorgeous? Well, I wouldn't know. I'm just kicking back here, waiting for them to call the sunset prayer, and watching the "Gong Show". Rindercella! Nothing much going on here. What did I do today? In the morning, I was busy tending crops. There's a horde of little white moths attacking my plants, about the size of an ant each, and invulnerable to my pesticide. Also the canned bug spray. I can't afford a different bug spray right now, so I'm hoping that moving the plants into the bright sunlight would discourage them. I can't move the tomatoes, though. In the evening, I was about to go and cut grass somewhere then suddenly it rained. So I cooked dinner instead. Rice with steak and veggies in spicy sauce. Very filling. What else? That's it. I hope you're having fun with whatever you're doing over there, and making sure your sweet precious self is safe. I love you and I need you.
Sunday, November 8, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151109
Hi Erin! How's it going, Sweetheart? Are you busy, busy, busy? I know it's work, but please don't overdo the partying, OK? I want you to take good care of yourself because I'm not there with you, because I love you and I need you. It's just a normal day for me. Sundays are always busy for me because I have to clean my parents' house, and you know how I feel about house cleaning. My Mom and Dad are out of town right now, so I was able to turn on the AC while I was being maid.
It's cold over there right now, huh? I prefer cool weather, but it hardly ever gets cold around here, and I heat up easily to boot. The morning was hot and sunny, but it rained this evening and it's still raining now. So I spent the evening sitting on my porch, watching the rain. The first day I returned to Malaysia from USA, it rained and I spent the evening watching the rain. A neighbor passed by, and asked me what I was doing. I said, "I'm watching the rain." I don't know what happiness is, but I enjoy watching the rain. Would you like to watch the storm with me? Don't be afraid of the rain! The rain is a blessing from Allah, especially now that the world is running out of fresh water.
I ate simple meals in the morning because I was in a hurry. Just melted cheese in tortillas. For dinner, I made home made chicken nuggets. I didn't use the nugget part of the chicken, just the white and red meat, and I didn't overcook them, so they tasted perfect. I enjoyed them with home made hot sauce while watching the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show 2013. Want some?
I hope you don't mind if I take this opportunity to ask God for some musical instruments. I'm asking God, not you. Ya Allah, please grant me the following musical instruments:
1. Gibson Les Paul Traditional 12 string Gold Top (right-handed).
2. Music Man Sterling 4 string fretless bass in any color (right-handed), or a Warwick Dolphin Pro 4 string fretless bass in any color (right-handed).
3. Marshall DSL100 Head with a JCM1960A speaker Cabinet (240 volts).
4. SWR Redhead Bass Combo Amp (240 volts) or a Gallien-Krueger MB 112 Combo (240 volts).
I also need drums and cymbals, but that's more complicated to describe and acquire, and more expensive. Thank You!
Saturday, November 7, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151108
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Ah, chocolate. I was watching a documentary on cocoa beans, and I noticed that some of the beans snap when you break them, and others don't. So I'm guessing that the higher grade of beans go snap. Otherwise, it's just a blend of flavors that make the chocolate. I added butter to the mix, and the flavor is now so acceptable that I was motivated to lick the bowl clean so as not to waste any chocolate. The texture is not so snappy, but it's not as cakey as it was the last time. I think this would make a great chocolate mousse. That's my next project.
Plants are growing great in my garden right now. I have so many babies that it's impossible to count them. What's ready to harvest is the kelisa beans growing on my fence. And they need to be harvested or they'll harden, and go to waste. Kelisa has a crisp green flavor akin to lettuce, but it's a legume. So for dinner I cooked up a tenderloin steak, and stir fried the kelisa in a mix of hot red pepper puree, soy paste, chopped garlic and palm oil. Then combined it as a stuffing for a couple of burritos. A perfect match! Alhamdulillah. I must remember this recipe. I also harvested some mustard green sprouts and used them for my noodles lunch. Tasted mustardy! Good stuff.
I pray you are taking care of yourself, and not getting too caught up in the competitiveness of your business. You're MY girl, you're already a winner in my book, so don't try too hard. I love you, and I need you. Next I'm watching the movie "Heathers".
Ah, chocolate. I was watching a documentary on cocoa beans, and I noticed that some of the beans snap when you break them, and others don't. So I'm guessing that the higher grade of beans go snap. Otherwise, it's just a blend of flavors that make the chocolate. I added butter to the mix, and the flavor is now so acceptable that I was motivated to lick the bowl clean so as not to waste any chocolate. The texture is not so snappy, but it's not as cakey as it was the last time. I think this would make a great chocolate mousse. That's my next project.
Plants are growing great in my garden right now. I have so many babies that it's impossible to count them. What's ready to harvest is the kelisa beans growing on my fence. And they need to be harvested or they'll harden, and go to waste. Kelisa has a crisp green flavor akin to lettuce, but it's a legume. So for dinner I cooked up a tenderloin steak, and stir fried the kelisa in a mix of hot red pepper puree, soy paste, chopped garlic and palm oil. Then combined it as a stuffing for a couple of burritos. A perfect match! Alhamdulillah. I must remember this recipe. I also harvested some mustard green sprouts and used them for my noodles lunch. Tasted mustardy! Good stuff.
I pray you are taking care of yourself, and not getting too caught up in the competitiveness of your business. You're MY girl, you're already a winner in my book, so don't try too hard. I love you, and I need you. Next I'm watching the movie "Heathers".
Friday, November 6, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151107
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
This music is both a burden and a blessing. God knows what it is I have to wield, but no other human alive would know. Allah is the One Who makes it rain. I am not a political nor spiritual leader, and the Last Prophet (peace be on him) has passed away. I am a musician. To the world, what's occurring here may be fascinating, but to me this is a network of chains. My reward is with Allah, and I have received zero public funding or donations for my work in this country, but at least Allah has faith enough in this music to house and finance me if the humans don't. You are my wife. I don't want your hard earned money. What I care about is your Islam. You don't have to be an extremist, just do the best you can with the situation that Allah has given you. Please give thanks to Allah for the advantages given to you that no other woman in the world has. I love you, and I need you.
The business situation that is here and has been networked all over the world is at least 7 years old already, by the Will of Allah. It is simply obtuse to try to get me to sing and build another business situation somewhere else. This is the place (pardon the Mormon simile), and you are my wife inshaAllah.
I had to use up the rest of the squid, so it was fried calamari for dinner. If the food tastes good, why not have it as a full dinner even if it is an appetizer? And the fried calamari tonight tasted awesome, and there was a lot of it, so I'm definitely full. I would have left some for you, but you weren't here. Sorry. It sure generates a lot of dishes, though. Oh well. Alhamdulillah.
This music is both a burden and a blessing. God knows what it is I have to wield, but no other human alive would know. Allah is the One Who makes it rain. I am not a political nor spiritual leader, and the Last Prophet (peace be on him) has passed away. I am a musician. To the world, what's occurring here may be fascinating, but to me this is a network of chains. My reward is with Allah, and I have received zero public funding or donations for my work in this country, but at least Allah has faith enough in this music to house and finance me if the humans don't. You are my wife. I don't want your hard earned money. What I care about is your Islam. You don't have to be an extremist, just do the best you can with the situation that Allah has given you. Please give thanks to Allah for the advantages given to you that no other woman in the world has. I love you, and I need you.
The business situation that is here and has been networked all over the world is at least 7 years old already, by the Will of Allah. It is simply obtuse to try to get me to sing and build another business situation somewhere else. This is the place (pardon the Mormon simile), and you are my wife inshaAllah.
I had to use up the rest of the squid, so it was fried calamari for dinner. If the food tastes good, why not have it as a full dinner even if it is an appetizer? And the fried calamari tonight tasted awesome, and there was a lot of it, so I'm definitely full. I would have left some for you, but you weren't here. Sorry. It sure generates a lot of dishes, though. Oh well. Alhamdulillah.
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