In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi there, beautiful girl! I love you so much. I'm writing to you a little later than usual, because when I went to the might market just now I got distracted by a kilo of chicken wings. Yeah, it's chicken wing night tonight. It's probably not a blessing that I eat a whole kilo of hot wings by myself, but everything's a blessing because sometimes we misinterpret. I just meant to pick up some cilantro for my marinara sauce. Chicken wings take a long time to cook, even at high heat. Got to get that skin crispy, you know. Plus being hounded by vicious beasts all that time. But I gave the kittens their snackipoos after I got done devouring my share. Oh, I forgot to make ranch dressing!
Well, of course I wish you were here to share my chicken wings with me. I need you, you're my girl! So I guess I'll make marinara sauce tomorrow morning. I just made a batch of dough last night, which should be ready the day after tomorrow. I like to make hard dough, so it ages slowly. So I will be making a batch of chili as well. That should warm you up during those cold nights of yours! It was bloody hot again this morning. You should be here, so you can wear a bikini 24/7. No you can't, I won't let you. Anyway, it looks like pizza will also be on the menu in the near future. My basil isn't mature yet, but it should taste pretty good anyway. InshaAllah. I have a lot of experience making pizza, you know. You're welcome to join me for pizza anytime. Meanwhile, please bundle up and stay warm OK?
Monday, November 16, 2015
Sunday, November 15, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151116
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Don't you get the feeling that some wealthy pervert just threw a tantrum? Oh hi, Erin! How are you? How's business? Please make sure you get sufficient rest and eat properly, OK? Always know that I love you, and I need you. Right now, I'm watching TV while I write this letter. Mysteryquest: The Zodiac Killer. I'm not good at decoding ciphers. I take a different approach to analyzing crimes. Anyway, there's not much going on here today. I had a filling dinner, noodles with chicken in spicy soy sauce. I have lots left over if you want some, otherwise I'll just have it for breakfast or lunch tomorrow. After this, I have to make a batch of dough then I have to play guitar for a while. You take care, my beloved.
Don't you get the feeling that some wealthy pervert just threw a tantrum? Oh hi, Erin! How are you? How's business? Please make sure you get sufficient rest and eat properly, OK? Always know that I love you, and I need you. Right now, I'm watching TV while I write this letter. Mysteryquest: The Zodiac Killer. I'm not good at decoding ciphers. I take a different approach to analyzing crimes. Anyway, there's not much going on here today. I had a filling dinner, noodles with chicken in spicy soy sauce. I have lots left over if you want some, otherwise I'll just have it for breakfast or lunch tomorrow. After this, I have to make a batch of dough then I have to play guitar for a while. You take care, my beloved.
Saturday, November 14, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151115
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin! Is it nice and cold over there? It was bloody hot this morning. My okra dried up over the afternoon, even though I gave it plenty of water in the morning. Some plants are fussy. If I give my cilantro too much water, it rots. Right now, it's raining. Boy, it's raining- it's pelting down cats and dogs. Well since it's cold over there, at least you have more options in clothing. Wear a nice suit for me, OK?
I've been trying to grow my own food. Like okra, mustard greens, tomatoes, eggplant, etc. I dug up some tapioca for dinner, and boiled it. I don't usually eat tapioca, but my Mom loves it. I managed to dig up 2 large roots, so I gave one to my Mom. I had never boiled tapioca before, so it was first time to process it. Some parts are woody, and some parts are soft, so I used a hacksaw to separate the parts. Boiling softens up the tapioca, and boiling it too much turns it into mush. Hey, you can make a cake with it! The locals do make a cake with tapioca, it's called "bengkang". I wonder what it would taste like with chocolate?
Bob Cat and Bat Cat haven't been eating out of my hand lately. They've acquired a taste for mice, and God knows there's plenty of mice around here. They work as a team to round up the mice: one brother flushes them out, and the other pins them down. They don't like the skin and guts, so they leave that lying around the yard. It's a blessing to have such professional mousers in the family, but mice are poisonous to humans so I have to be careful that my cats don't scratch or bite me. What great cats, though. Alhamdulillah.
Well, make sure you bundle up and stay warm, OK? I love you, Sweetie. And I need you.
Hi Erin! Is it nice and cold over there? It was bloody hot this morning. My okra dried up over the afternoon, even though I gave it plenty of water in the morning. Some plants are fussy. If I give my cilantro too much water, it rots. Right now, it's raining. Boy, it's raining- it's pelting down cats and dogs. Well since it's cold over there, at least you have more options in clothing. Wear a nice suit for me, OK?
I've been trying to grow my own food. Like okra, mustard greens, tomatoes, eggplant, etc. I dug up some tapioca for dinner, and boiled it. I don't usually eat tapioca, but my Mom loves it. I managed to dig up 2 large roots, so I gave one to my Mom. I had never boiled tapioca before, so it was first time to process it. Some parts are woody, and some parts are soft, so I used a hacksaw to separate the parts. Boiling softens up the tapioca, and boiling it too much turns it into mush. Hey, you can make a cake with it! The locals do make a cake with tapioca, it's called "bengkang". I wonder what it would taste like with chocolate?
Bob Cat and Bat Cat haven't been eating out of my hand lately. They've acquired a taste for mice, and God knows there's plenty of mice around here. They work as a team to round up the mice: one brother flushes them out, and the other pins them down. They don't like the skin and guts, so they leave that lying around the yard. It's a blessing to have such professional mousers in the family, but mice are poisonous to humans so I have to be careful that my cats don't scratch or bite me. What great cats, though. Alhamdulillah.
Well, make sure you bundle up and stay warm, OK? I love you, Sweetie. And I need you.
Friday, November 13, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151114
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin. How are you doing, my love? I'm sitting here as usual, waiting for them to call the sunset prayer while I write this letter. Today is Friday. I had to attend Friday prayers at a mosque 3 miles away, because the local mosque is remodeling. They don't have air conditioning, but they do have a huge compound, well kept too,almost like a mansion. The actual mosque is not that big. The vicinity also situates the royal golf course and some other tourist attractions, and the annual cat show is held in the area as well. I don't generally hang around the area, beautiful though it is. I would rather work on my own garden. I need more vegetables!
I did have a good harvest of kelisa today, you know the legumes that grow on my fence that I told you about. So I saute them lightly in a sauce made of soy paste, garlic and hot pepper puree, throw in some chopped steak, then stuff it all into dough and deep fry them. That was dinner. I ate your portion, I'm sorry. My cost of living went up when I got home Internet. Seems measly, but my budget isn't big. It's worth it though, because the commute to the Internet cafe was getting too dangerous. Always someone trying to tag me with their car. Not occasionally, but most of the time. So I got sick of it, and got home Internet. That also gave me more time to work on growing my own vegetables. I'm not very good at it but I'm getting better, and inshaAllah soon I will get great and consistent harvests. I pray you are eating properly and getting enough rest. I know you are very busy now, so please take good care of yourself. I love you and I need you.
Hi Erin. How are you doing, my love? I'm sitting here as usual, waiting for them to call the sunset prayer while I write this letter. Today is Friday. I had to attend Friday prayers at a mosque 3 miles away, because the local mosque is remodeling. They don't have air conditioning, but they do have a huge compound, well kept too,almost like a mansion. The actual mosque is not that big. The vicinity also situates the royal golf course and some other tourist attractions, and the annual cat show is held in the area as well. I don't generally hang around the area, beautiful though it is. I would rather work on my own garden. I need more vegetables!
I did have a good harvest of kelisa today, you know the legumes that grow on my fence that I told you about. So I saute them lightly in a sauce made of soy paste, garlic and hot pepper puree, throw in some chopped steak, then stuff it all into dough and deep fry them. That was dinner. I ate your portion, I'm sorry. My cost of living went up when I got home Internet. Seems measly, but my budget isn't big. It's worth it though, because the commute to the Internet cafe was getting too dangerous. Always someone trying to tag me with their car. Not occasionally, but most of the time. So I got sick of it, and got home Internet. That also gave me more time to work on growing my own vegetables. I'm not very good at it but I'm getting better, and inshaAllah soon I will get great and consistent harvests. I pray you are eating properly and getting enough rest. I know you are very busy now, so please take good care of yourself. I love you and I need you.
Thursday, November 12, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151113
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.
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.
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.
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