In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Whew! I'm full. My Mom seems to have a lot of leftover curry lately, everyday. Razak Curry House sells the best curry in town, and I had a lot of it. I also just made a batch of dough, and it's excellent quality. Alhamdulillah. So I fried up a whole lot of breadsticks, and had them swimming in great curry. Totally awesome. You must try some.
Hey you, don't be blue. I love you, and I need you. I won't abandon you, inshaAllah. You're my girl. So please be patient, and pray.
My Bat Cat is what I could describe as an intellectual cat. He's not a brawler like Bob Cat, he just watches and analyzes from a distance. He just loves to dig up dirty secrets, so sometimes people throw rocks at him. Today he got in trouble with another cat for the first time. Someone stuck a claw in his right bicep, so he was limping all morning. I disinfected the wound with some rubbing alcohol, and now he's putting weight on the foot again. So I guess he's OK. I suppose the intellectuals aren't too smart to avoid fights with the bruisers sometimes.
Well, next up I have to practice bass and watch the latest Tomb Raider movie, "Rise of the Tomb Raider." That dangerous girl with the powerful hands. The story isn't as gripping as the previous Tomb Raider movie (Tomb Raider 2013), but the graphics are much superior, absolutely enchanting to watch. Here, watch it with me.
Friday, December 4, 2015
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151204
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Are you having fun yet? Otherwise, it must be a heavy burden to be so beautiful and have so much political influence. Please stay blonde, OK? I prefer blondes. You're my girl! I love you, and I need you.
I hate politics. Gag! I remember when I cast my vote in the last General Elections here in Malaysia. My vote wasn't secret. Right after I cast my vote, thugs from the opposing party were following me around. The best I could do was to keep my vote to myself until I cast it. Fame is not a blessing. I give my fame to Allah. Let the people pay attention to and idolize Allah. I was watching "784 Days of Watergate" hosted by Nancy Dickerson and "Watergate: Secrets of the Dead" by Dick Cavett on Shadowplay TV last night. Nixon got re-elected by a landslide. I was thinking, if the people chose a crook before, then they'll choose a crook again.
Are you having fun yet? Otherwise, it must be a heavy burden to be so beautiful and have so much political influence. Please stay blonde, OK? I prefer blondes. You're my girl! I love you, and I need you.
I hate politics. Gag! I remember when I cast my vote in the last General Elections here in Malaysia. My vote wasn't secret. Right after I cast my vote, thugs from the opposing party were following me around. The best I could do was to keep my vote to myself until I cast it. Fame is not a blessing. I give my fame to Allah. Let the people pay attention to and idolize Allah. I was watching "784 Days of Watergate" hosted by Nancy Dickerson and "Watergate: Secrets of the Dead" by Dick Cavett on Shadowplay TV last night. Nixon got re-elected by a landslide. I was thinking, if the people chose a crook before, then they'll choose a crook again.
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151203
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
How's it going over there? How's business? Yeah, I know that it's political season over there, but you're not a politician's wife. Just because people want you to play politics, doesn't mean that it's your job to do so. You don't have to say anything at all to them. You are a musician's wife. A Muslim musician's wife. All you have to be is chaste and beautiful. Please pray. I love you, and I need you.
Boy, it was hot today. Hot hot HOT! Sweating in the AC. I'm sure it's cold over there, so bundle up. Or would you rather be here? I finally got a chance to do some yard work, because it had been raining every day. I have to replant and reorganize my tomatoes, because they don't like the spot I put them in. That spot had been infested with tiny white moths, which are immune to bug spray for some reason. Hmmm, I wonder if moth balls would work? The moths don't like sunlight, so I have to move the tomatoes where they can get a little sunshine. Dinner is noodles in marinara sauce with fresh tomatoes. Sorry, no cheese.
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How's it going over there? How's business? Yeah, I know that it's political season over there, but you're not a politician's wife. Just because people want you to play politics, doesn't mean that it's your job to do so. You don't have to say anything at all to them. You are a musician's wife. A Muslim musician's wife. All you have to be is chaste and beautiful. Please pray. I love you, and I need you.
Boy, it was hot today. Hot hot HOT! Sweating in the AC. I'm sure it's cold over there, so bundle up. Or would you rather be here? I finally got a chance to do some yard work, because it had been raining every day. I have to replant and reorganize my tomatoes, because they don't like the spot I put them in. That spot had been infested with tiny white moths, which are immune to bug spray for some reason. Hmmm, I wonder if moth balls would work? The moths don't like sunlight, so I have to move the tomatoes where they can get a little sunshine. Dinner is noodles in marinara sauce with fresh tomatoes. Sorry, no cheese.
Please make a donation of a minimum of one US dollar or one Euro to a worthwhile charity.
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151202
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi! How's business? I'm sure you are doing well at work, so please take care of yourself properly. Bundle up and stay warm. InshaAllah, everything will turn out all right, so please don't worry, OK? I love you and I need you.
Dinner was tenderloin with potatoes and kelisa beans in ground cilantro seed, black pepper, and salt. Top notch. Alhamdulillah. You are welcome to some, when you want.
Hi! How's business? I'm sure you are doing well at work, so please take care of yourself properly. Bundle up and stay warm. InshaAllah, everything will turn out all right, so please don't worry, OK? I love you and I need you.
Dinner was tenderloin with potatoes and kelisa beans in ground cilantro seed, black pepper, and salt. Top notch. Alhamdulillah. You are welcome to some, when you want.
Monday, November 30, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151201
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Her name is Antonia.
I beg your forgiveness for hurting your feelings, and making you angry. I sincerely love you, I want you to have no doubt in that. A man loses the ability to fall in love as he ages, love leaves with libido I guess. I certainly don't know who Antonia is to love her, but I need to be married and have children, and for their mother to help me take care of them. I don't have money. What I have is the ability to enlarge the income of others by the Will of Allah. Not only does the career of my wife flourish, but also the revenue of her bosses. I'm not the only one who needs you. Many people need you. Including your children.
I need to talk about the hypocrites. They are those who believe, then reject, then believe, and reject faith, and go on increasing in unbelief. They have faith if there is worldly profit in it. They are those who pray without sincerity, to be seen of people, and are distracted in mind in the midst of it. For the hypocrites there is a grievous penalty, and I certainly wouldn't want to be married to one.
Her name is Antonia.
I beg your forgiveness for hurting your feelings, and making you angry. I sincerely love you, I want you to have no doubt in that. A man loses the ability to fall in love as he ages, love leaves with libido I guess. I certainly don't know who Antonia is to love her, but I need to be married and have children, and for their mother to help me take care of them. I don't have money. What I have is the ability to enlarge the income of others by the Will of Allah. Not only does the career of my wife flourish, but also the revenue of her bosses. I'm not the only one who needs you. Many people need you. Including your children.
I need to talk about the hypocrites. They are those who believe, then reject, then believe, and reject faith, and go on increasing in unbelief. They have faith if there is worldly profit in it. They are those who pray without sincerity, to be seen of people, and are distracted in mind in the midst of it. For the hypocrites there is a grievous penalty, and I certainly wouldn't want to be married to one.
Sunday, November 29, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151130
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
I hope you don't mind that I try to keep this letter as mundane as possible. I've told you before and I'll tell you again, that we have to keep things mundane in order to raise children. Of course, if I have something important or serious to say, I would say it. And I of course I refuse to take credit for what Allah does, so if you want the entire scoop of what's going on here, you're going to have to be here yourself, or nurture a more efficient spy network. But I would rather talk about the normal things. The little things. A man grows older and becomes used to being alone, so I can run out of words, so please forgive me for that. Sometimes I address you, sometimes I address you, and sometimes I address the both of you, but this is a Letter to Erin and I will write everyday inshaAllah. I love you and I need you.
The mundane. I clean my parents' bedroom every Sunday. It wears me out, because that bathroom takes a lot of scrubbing, plus I dislike house cleaning. Using a leaf blower instead of sweeping is a great idea, but I would rather do something else than house cleaning. Oh don't worry, I do house cleaning when I'm forced to. I'm still listening to "Extension of a Man" by Donny Hathaway over and over again. It's very beautiful music. "Someday We'll All Be Free" has to be the most beautiful song I've ever heard in my life. I had tortillas with chili for breakfast and lunch, while dinner is noodles crammed with veggies from my yard. Okra, cilantro, mustard greens, kelisa beans, lettuce, hot Thai peppers. Good harvest today.
I hope you don't mind that I try to keep this letter as mundane as possible. I've told you before and I'll tell you again, that we have to keep things mundane in order to raise children. Of course, if I have something important or serious to say, I would say it. And I of course I refuse to take credit for what Allah does, so if you want the entire scoop of what's going on here, you're going to have to be here yourself, or nurture a more efficient spy network. But I would rather talk about the normal things. The little things. A man grows older and becomes used to being alone, so I can run out of words, so please forgive me for that. Sometimes I address you, sometimes I address you, and sometimes I address the both of you, but this is a Letter to Erin and I will write everyday inshaAllah. I love you and I need you.
The mundane. I clean my parents' bedroom every Sunday. It wears me out, because that bathroom takes a lot of scrubbing, plus I dislike house cleaning. Using a leaf blower instead of sweeping is a great idea, but I would rather do something else than house cleaning. Oh don't worry, I do house cleaning when I'm forced to. I'm still listening to "Extension of a Man" by Donny Hathaway over and over again. It's very beautiful music. "Someday We'll All Be Free" has to be the most beautiful song I've ever heard in my life. I had tortillas with chili for breakfast and lunch, while dinner is noodles crammed with veggies from my yard. Okra, cilantro, mustard greens, kelisa beans, lettuce, hot Thai peppers. Good harvest today.
Saturday, November 28, 2015
Letter to Erin 20151129
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin! How's your Thanksgiving weekend? Oh, you had to work. But you love that! Make a killing now Sweetie, and stash it all away while you can. Now is where you are, and now is when you have the power, and now is when you are at the top. Hooray! Erin, I love you and I need you.
Technically I'm not married yet, but when we marry inshaAllah, you will be my first wife. As I told you before, my decision is to focus on Erin's happiness first and make sure she is properly settled down before I take a second wife. The law of the Qur'an is that I must treat each wife equally, but I'm not married yet, so there. So I am forced to regard Erin first before I can marry another, besides I need your permission to make the second wife legal. I'm sure you know who she is, and I don't want to leave her in limbo. So I want her to know that my intent is serious, but I won't put down a formal proposal and dowry until Erin is taken care of. Erin, I want you to try be close friends with her, because I don't you to be the only blonde in Perlis. She will distract some of the jealousy away from you, plus her business will improve for being my wife as yours has improved. And since I'm an old soldier, I will most likely kaput first. Then you will have at least have each other to turn to, who knows what it's like to be in the eye of the hurricane.
To my wives, I want you to understand that the goal of our marriage is to stay put and raise a family. What I care about is your sincerity and your Islam. You don't have to be an extremist, just do the best you can with the situation that Allah has given you. I'm sorry but you will lose all your privacy, so please dress as modestly as possible and absolutely no slutting around. I am faithful inshaAllah, and I want my wives to be faithful. That being said, I will do my best inshaAllah to give you a happy and secure marriage.
Hi Erin! How's your Thanksgiving weekend? Oh, you had to work. But you love that! Make a killing now Sweetie, and stash it all away while you can. Now is where you are, and now is when you have the power, and now is when you are at the top. Hooray! Erin, I love you and I need you.
Technically I'm not married yet, but when we marry inshaAllah, you will be my first wife. As I told you before, my decision is to focus on Erin's happiness first and make sure she is properly settled down before I take a second wife. The law of the Qur'an is that I must treat each wife equally, but I'm not married yet, so there. So I am forced to regard Erin first before I can marry another, besides I need your permission to make the second wife legal. I'm sure you know who she is, and I don't want to leave her in limbo. So I want her to know that my intent is serious, but I won't put down a formal proposal and dowry until Erin is taken care of. Erin, I want you to try be close friends with her, because I don't you to be the only blonde in Perlis. She will distract some of the jealousy away from you, plus her business will improve for being my wife as yours has improved. And since I'm an old soldier, I will most likely kaput first. Then you will have at least have each other to turn to, who knows what it's like to be in the eye of the hurricane.
To my wives, I want you to understand that the goal of our marriage is to stay put and raise a family. What I care about is your sincerity and your Islam. You don't have to be an extremist, just do the best you can with the situation that Allah has given you. I'm sorry but you will lose all your privacy, so please dress as modestly as possible and absolutely no slutting around. I am faithful inshaAllah, and I want my wives to be faithful. That being said, I will do my best inshaAllah to give you a happy and secure marriage.
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