Nobody's perfect

I certainly wouldn't want you or anybody to expect perfection from me.  Even the music I make is the music of mistakes.  But that is what faith in God is for, so that Allah will compensate for our imperfections, get us through the hard times, and grant us perfection in the next life inshaAllah.  Thus this makes it obvious that those who have no faith have no hope at all.

Hm.  I don't slut around.  I have been celibate for decades already.  In fact I stay at home most of the time and make little human contact at all, so it's unlikely that I have an STD.  Yeah I know I should pray at the mosque more, but I don't want anybody else there to get harmed because of me.  My immune system seems to be quite strong.  I haven't had a cold in months, and I just got through the fasting month without any health problems at all.  I even managed to survive being poisoned earlier this year because of my immune system, alhamdulillah.  Global politics and big feet put a lot of pressure on my heart, but I remain active and can still function sexually.  I'm short sighted, but I have glasses.  I don't drink alcohol or smoke, and the only sugar I consume is in my iced tea and some sweets occasionally not every day.  I don't do drugs.  I physically heat up easily, but I do have air conditioning thank God, and have waited all my life for God to grant me financial security enough to be married, so I guess I am able hold my patience even though I do get irritated sometimes.  But I am very gentle with my cats.  I do have a desire to be a beautiful woman with a big dick, but I can wait until Allah allows me into heaven inshaAllah before I ask God for something as ridiculous as that.  But otherwise I have no desires at all.  Oh, and last night I ate too much spaghetti.

Natty, of course I haven't forgotten you!  How can I, you are so pretty!  You don't need makeup at all, but it's a job right?

And Pina, you are a chatty one right?  You can talk to me, Sweetie.

Saucy foods

I had a dream about you last night.  I don't normally relate my dreams in this public place, but this one was all about you so I think it will be OK.  I was telling my Mom that I would meet her at 4 pm to go to the library, then drove off in my Volvo station wagon.  As I was driving, I saw a group of people by the grassy side of the road.  I thought I saw you in there, so I pulled over.  You and others went into a suburban trail which was very well kept, and I followed you to a small local restaurant (no I do not recognize that restaurant and have never been there, I just know it's local), where your group started to cook food.  I went up to your table, and said "Hi Erin."  You smiled back at me, and I sat and rested my arms and head on the table then explained how to interpret the Qur'an.  You moved to a different table with one of your friends, and I went to join you.  You were crying, and I asked you why. You said, "I'm just recycling my emotions."  I forgot what I replied to you, but I had to go tell my Mom that I wouldn't be able to join her at 4 pm.  Then you left, and I yelled "Hey, where are you going?"  You drove off in your white Mercedes convertible.  I eventually tracked you down at sunset to your high rise residence, and called you on the intercom.  You came down to meet me in a T-shirt and sweatpants(!) looking somewhat disheveled.  I told you I had to go talk to my Mom, and you went back upstairs.  I left a boombox in the lobby which was playing someone reading "Al-Fatihah", and rapping the rest of Qur'an to a drum beat.  The next day I joined you at a window table.  You were eating a strawberry salad with extra Italian dressing, and you smiled at me as you ate.  I said, "You remind me of me, the way you eat.  We both like saucy foods."  Then we showed each other our bellies.

Speaking of sauce, I spent the morning making a batch of dough, and marinara sauce.  The dough is extra nice and soft and smooth today.  I had bought some really nice tomatoes, so I blended that with red chilli pepper puree, garlic, black pepper, chilli sauce (which is chilli flavored ketchup) and basil which I picked from my garden.  I still have some of that last batch of spaghetti sauce.  I think I'll have an extra large helping of spaghetti for dinner tonight, and finish it off.   Want some?

Garden

Say, that's a nice looking bamboo cluster.  Not having the grass cutter has really slowed me down in the yard.  I have quite a large area to tend, plus I have to work on the computer, plus I have to cook and feed myself.  The yard was too much to handle to begin with, now it's become a giant.  But I've gotten back to cutting the grass over at your house inshaAllah.  I just squat on the ground, and use a pair of shears.  It's a lot faster than the cangkul (hoe).  I have a nice cangkul- it's made out of railroad steel, and it can easily break stone.  The trouble is that it takes the same effort to break stone as to break grass, that's why it's so slow.  Using shears is not as fast as the grass cutter, but I think I can manage, even though squatting on the ground hurts my knees.  I need help with this garden.  I want you to help me in the garden.  Please make sure you hide your hair with a hat or something.

Natty, you're naked again!  I like it when you're naked.  The trouble is, I can't pull you closer and do things to you.  You're going to drive many men insane with desire.  So please try to dress modestly, OK?  Your sister is a cute singer, by the way.

So you did do more than one show in NYC, Pina.  Thanks for communicating with me.  It's still crummy for the time and heartache you spent there, and thinking about it irritates me.  I'm a pretty fair psychic inshaAllah, but my brain is full so I can be obtuse and forgetful at times.  That's why I ask you (and it's best for you) to always post on your Instagram, and talk to me.

More cat food

Erin, you look absolutely scrumptious!  Love that skin, especially the stuff close to your armpit.  Well, it's time to make more cat food.  I bought about a kilo of small scad last week and kept it in the freezer, so I didn't have to go shopping during the Eid rush.  I thought to myself, "Yeah raw guts makes Floofy gag, but if I cook it long enough, perhaps the gagginess would cook out and besides, cats eat whole fish all over the world."  Boy, was I wrong.  Serves me right for being too lazy to gut the fish.  The more I cooked it, the more it reeked.  I mean, it really REEKED.  But I cooked it and portioned it out, then let the cats lick the pot as a taste test.  Yeah, they were all over that pot and fighting over it too, but even just licking the pot made them throw up.  So I had to throw that batch away, and head out to the market downtown to get some fresh fish.  A funny thing happened to fresh fish in this town lately.  About 4 years ago, I could get 2 kilos of mackerel for RM3, and today juvenile mackerel is going for RM14.  Sure it's the Eid but more than that, local fish prices have skyrocketed lately.  Mackerel is mackerel everywhere, so it can't be that they are exporting the stuff.  This tells me the human population here has increased.  All fish prices are high.  I can't find red snapper anymore except the farmed fish, and even a single fish of that can reach RM100.  Except for scad.  Scad seems to have flourished in spite of the over-fishing, in fact I have been getting huge ones at low prices.  Which is great for me, because I eat scad regularly and know precisely what to do with it.  So I bought a couple of one kilo scad for RM11, one for me and one for Floofy.  This time I gutted and thoroughly rinsed out the fish, took off the heads and tails, then cooked one up with a cup of rice and lots of water for Floofy, then I removed the bones and blended it.  No, it didn't reek this time.  No, she didn't gag this time.

I've been really into fish heads lately.  They make great soup, and the meat behind the eyes is from heaven.  You must try it sometime, it's better than roe.  I bought 2 male fish today: you can tell the fish is male if the roe is white, while the female has masses of eggs roe.  Scad is strong tasting, so sashimi is only good if the fish is really, really fresh.  That's what I had, and it was quite delicious.  No I didn't take a snapshot of it, I just marinated it in light soy sauce in a tupperware, then stuffed my face.  I had also bought fresh tofu at the market, so for lunch I had a block of tofu swimming in fish head broth.  It was OK.  I should have used hot sour soup or even curry ramen seasoning instead of chilli paste and anchovy bouillon.  Good thing I have another fish head in my freezer.

Natty, you are Queen of the Mountain! We can go hiking in the jungle together inshaAllah, but you're going to have to slow down to keep up with me and my big feet.  We're also going to have to get rubber boots for you, and carry a big stick to whack snakes with.  Hey, life is an adventure.  Don't wear skimpy clothing in the jungle, honey!  I don't know how Tarzan and Jane kept the mosquitoes at bay.

Pine, isn't it so much better to be in a place where you are appreciated, and enjoy good food?  Remember what I told you, Sweetie: learn how to cook Italian food while you are there.

Have a safe and happy Eid

PEACE

Last day of Ramadan!

And it's fine and sunny outside.  Which means I stay inside, and work on the computer, then nap later.  It's been a great and exciting month, but I'm ready to be like the weaklings and just stuff my face whenever I feel like it.  I don't have much in my cooler though, and going shopping right now is out of the question, especially since I'm alone and it's unnecessary to put on lavish presentations.  But I have enough to get through to when it's safe to shop again.

Erin honey, you are so beautiful!  Don't worry OK?  We'll get there inshaAllah.  I am your husband and I have to do all I can to give you a good married life.  C'est la vie.

Natty honey, of course there are real accidents.  And of course you are my beautiful girl.  Don't lament over not having a normal life, because you have something better.  You are my Rock and Roll Babe!

Pina if you are having stomach problems right now, it's probably because you are more emotional than you thought.  Just eat simpler, and stop trying to be so professional.  All you need for your work is to be beautiful, and you are.

Gossip

Yeah a lot of our business is word of mouth, but gossip can be distorted and deadly.  Freedom of Speech or whatever, what's most important about gossip is that you don't let it mess with your emotions.  Keep cool amidst the chatter, maintain your routine and poise, and understand that you have high visibility so don't let anyone convince you that you are paranoid.  This is the nature of our business.  Gossip.  How about us?  We don't gossip.  We're cool.

It's almost the end of the fasting month.  Sunday is the Eid inshaAllah, so a couple of days more.  It's been a fun and supernatural Ramadan, but it's always a fun and supernatural Ramadan for me.  I like Ramadan.  It's my favorite time of the year.  Ya Allah, thank You for a great month.

Natty, it would be safe to assume that you are not anonymous in the big city anymore, whether it be NYC or whatever.  Even if all those millions of faces are looking past you, it doesn't mean that they are not paying attention.  When I was on bicycle, I lost count of how many vehicles tried to side swipe me.  Now that I am on motorcycle, they still behave the same but I drastically cut down on commute so the odds of "accident" are less.  Most of the gossip about you is jealousy, so adjust your emotions appropriately.

Pina from my point of view, you had one lousy show in NYC when they should have worked (and paid) you more.  Please remember to eat out as often as possible, and take photos of your food.  This will give you a great edge over others.