Just another average day

 Hi Natty!  How are you today?  I hope you are doing well, and keeping safe.  I'm doing all right.  It's just another Saturday over here.  I spent the morning vacuum cleaning my house.  I have one of those old vacuum cleaners with a dust bag in it.  You know what I mean?  I figure you would only know bagless vacuum cleaners.  It's not even the right fit dust bag, I had to rig it to fit in there.  Plus, it's old and held together with paper clips.  I have to empty it out every time it gets full by sticking my fingers in there and pulling out all the crap.  Yes... gross huh!  I was going to take a snapshot of how pathetic my dust bag is, but no.  I just need a new vacuum cleaner.  Dust is nasty.  My house attracts great amounts of dust, just like Mary Unknown7 attracts ghosts.  The dust is alive too, with living creatures that bite in it.  Anyway, I had ramen for lunch again.  I love ramen!  I don't think you would love ramen as much as I do, so when we lunch together inshaAllah, I'll make a big bowl for me, a small bowl for you, and plenty of fruits for you.  For dinner, I had stuffed won tons again.  Those are so good!  Oh no, I ate too much hot sauce!  Anyway, next up is wardrobe.  I love you!

Hot sauce

 

Hi Natty!  How are you feeling, my love?  I hope you are feeling healthy and centered.  There's not much going on here, just the usual.  I made fried won tons for lunch.  The won tons didn't blister as I had hoped, even though the oil was very hot.  I think I got a poor batch of won ton skins.  I ate them with my home made hot sauce.  I gave some to my Mom, and she was interested in my hot sauce.  Coming from my mother who happens to be the world's most competitive cook, that was flattery.  I like this recipe of hot sauce.  It's a soybean base, and from there I think I'll try making many varieties.  I suppose I could bottle the stuff and make a fortune, but I can't be bothered.  Music is very time and energy consuming.  If you have time to make music and run a food service at the same time, then you're not doing either one with any quality.

Here is another nice snapshot from the How does your avatar look today ? thread:

Processed yet pure

 Oh Natty, I love that freshly showered face.  It's so sexy.  And I can't even see your body.  When I get done with you, you're going to need another shower.  And another.  And another.  And another.  Let's just sleep in the shower.  It looks like when I marry you inshaAllah, I'm going to turn into a drug addict.  Sex, Viagra, and Rock and Roll.

I've been chowing down on fresh tofu and fish balls all day.  Lunch, dinner, and in between, all I ate today was fresh tofu and fish balls.  That tofu looks great, right?  It's super high quality.  It doesn't need salt or cooking or anything, it just needs to be fresh.  I was at the market this morning, and I got 5 blocks of tofu and a kilo of fish balls.  The fish balls are fresh, too.  You can keep them in the freezer and they will be OK to use, but not the same as fresh.  Now you don't eat the tofu and fish balls together.  Have a spoon of tofu, swallow it down, then put a fish ball in your mouth.  Munch and swallow that down, then tofu, then fish ball, and so on.  I wash it down with my unsweetened rose pekoe iced tea with aloe vera chunks.  I think you would love this food as much as I do, Natty.  It's as pristine as those berries of yours.  Processed yet pure.

The sky is growling

 Hi Natty!  How are you feeling today, my love?  I hope I didn't shake your soul too much, I was just telling you stuff you already know.  I guess February was a more intense month for you than I noticed, I'm sorry I'm not there with you.  I want you to know that I love you with all of my heart.  One thing about spiritual awareness is that the world is still the same after.  We are still here.  It's an interesting evening over here for me.  It's almost sunset, and I was outside in the yard staring at the horizon.  There doesn't seem to be any colors of moisture, but the entire north sky is growling.  Oh wait, now I can smell rain.  It's raining.  Slightly.  It hasn't rained in 2 months, it is the dry season after all.  Perhaps I can look forward to a nice, cool night tonight.

Sailing

Throughout our life, angels write down every deed we do in a record.  After we die, the record will be given back to us on Judgment Day.  Whoever receives his record in his right hand is in good standing.  Whoever receives his record from behind is in trouble.

Oh is that your right hand, Natty?  This is the Internet after all, I might be looking at a Photoshop image.  I'm certain there are better palm readers in LA and among the society you are part of, but I do have a little bit of knowledge.  I already told you all you need to know, but here goes:

In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.

That is a crazy hand.  Or more accurately, it's the hand of a determined mind in a crazy world.  It's not the hand of a business woman.  Rather it's an artistic hand, but not necessarily that of an artist.  It's the hand of a spiritual and religious person.  More than anyone, your life is about other people.  Other people influence you, and you are blown around like a sailboat.  Your life and possessions is like a sailboat, and the sea is sometimes clean and sometimes polluted.

You always have had a mind of your own, ever independent from your parents.  The good news is that as you grow older your mind will get stronger and stronger, and perhaps you may be one of the few people whose thoughts are lucid when they die.

But oh, your poor heart.  So many disappointments and trials.  But the ending will not be a disappointment inshaAllah.  So please hang in there.

Career is actually a non-issue for you.  Besides being a spiritual person, you could probably take on political work.  If so beware, for you are not a public speaker.  You will change your current career when you turn 30 to a more difficult work, but then quit after 5-10 years.  After that, you just couldn't be bothered with the trappings of career.  Not that your finances will worsen.  You will always be taken care of.  Consider it a perk of being a beautiful and righteous woman.  So please be grateful and give your thanks to Allah for your beauty and righteousness, because beauty fades and in the end there is only Allah.

 I suppose now you want me to show you my right hand.  Well, here it is.  I'll show the lines when I meet you in person.  Right now, it's hidden in the grass you're standing in.

Blue like the paint on your hand.  PS. nice berries!

Monday

 Hi Natty!  How are you today?  Getting over it yet?  Oh how I wish for a life with no problems, but that would be heaven.  We're still on earth.  Please take care of your health and safety.  Today is Monday over here, and it's business as usual.  I went downtown to pick up this year's form from the taxman, I went to the pharmacy to get some stuff for Lookie, then I stopped at the supermarket to get some ice cream for my nephew's birthday.  I had lunch downtown.  Noodles in soup, of course!  This time, someone else made it.  I had to go out again in the evening to get gasoline, kitty litter and mosquito incense.  Take heed, mosquitoes are very dangerous!  Then I bought dinner at the night market.  Takoyaki, soybean milk, and some cakes.  It doesn't take much to fill me up nowadays.  I used to be able to quaff quite a bit, without getting obese.  Now I'm not such a glutton anymore.  Anyway, more work after this.  It's wardrobe time!

My favorite flower

 

Hi there, my beautiful Natty!  How are you doin' today, Honey?  Are you having a great time?  Please take care of your health.  We all of us can't say the right thing all of the time, so it's better most of the time not to say anything at all.  I love you!

Today we wrap up "I don't need Valentine's Day to love you because I love you everyday" month with my favorite flower: the iris.  My favorite color is white, but my favorite flower is the iris.  It reminds me of spring in the mountains, and the blessing of lost innocent love.  The past is fun to remember, but I don't want to have to relive it.  Love is better as it is now.