In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
It is I again, your love, my love! Julia, you are so beautiful. Whoops! I accidently deleted all of my Victoria's Secret fashion shows when my mouse slipped as I was rearranging my video files. Look like I won't be looking at your half naked friends anymore. I still have the shows I encoded into Shadowplay TV, but that's in low definition. Oh, well. For some reason the computer didn't delete the 2011 show. I'm sorry, Julia. I love you so much. I wish you were here with me.
Anyway, with both sides of the government obviously lacking foresight and cannot be relied on, this leaves the community to invest in itself. And it is a global community. At least give the visitors a proper place to hang out as they listen in silence. Let them worship Allah if they will. Back in America, I was worked in food business until injury, and forced into homelessness. Allah saved me, and moved me to Malaysia 3 months before the financial meltdown. But I was the only one who glorified Allah. Today, both this situation and circumstance glorify Allah. There is no "potential" in this situation: it is already what it is. Right now, it is my parents who feed and house me, and I cannot afford to marry my Julia. But my parents are old, and will pass away soon. What will happen then? Since I work in global mass media, the world is watching. If you study the Qur'an, you will know that Allah destroys entire communities when they persist in denying Allah. But you can't just blame the locals. Stinginess is human nature. And from my example, it is humans who are needy. Allah doesn't need us.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Monday, October 1, 2012
Letter to Julia 20121002
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi again Julia, my precious young beauty. Hmm, let's think: a monkey is typically a mischievous, and occasionally treacherous being. A big, black monkey would mean a particularly sombre and dangerous one. Ahem. I seek refuge with Allah from Satan, the accursed...."And among God's Signs is the creation of the heavens and the earth and the living creatures that God has scattered through them, and God has Power to gather them together when God wills (Consultation 42:29)." Let's see, I have a book of dreams that says that a monkey means "betrayal and deceit are imminent." To follow the Qur'an would be more accurate and halal, and a monkey is generally a pretty nasty critter. Ya Allah, please send a python to eat the big, black monkey.
I am a servant of Allah. My mission is to please Allah with music. This music, this singing is granted by Allah. I am inspired by the Qur'an, by Allah to stand my ground here, in Perlis, and create a mass media and entertainment attraction that pleases Allah. This is a global attraction, by the consent of Allah.
It is not logical for a government of a polyglot country to provide absolute support for my spiritual agenda, for 2 main reasons. The first is that it is forced to be secular to please all religions and no religion, while I cannot be secular, because being secular means to deny the involvement of God. The second is that since entertainment is a global business, the government has to conform to standard business protocol of the global mass media. Then, they have already sunk money and effort to other tourist attractions. Which means I will be forced to travel, and compromise my spiritual agenda. Plus forced to submit to other things that the entertainment business is infamous for. Plus politicians, like corporate executives, change the deal when they change jobs, retire or get sacked. Which leaves me no choice but to register myself as a private business, sing as an act of community service, and leave it to Allah to consistently flood this place with fanatical tourists. InsyaAllah. Perhaps then I will be able to make a living, and afford to marry my Julia.
And you are my love. Right now is the time to fight for peace, not to cry for peace. Stand together with me, and be my love. I love you.
Hi again Julia, my precious young beauty. Hmm, let's think: a monkey is typically a mischievous, and occasionally treacherous being. A big, black monkey would mean a particularly sombre and dangerous one. Ahem. I seek refuge with Allah from Satan, the accursed...."And among God's Signs is the creation of the heavens and the earth and the living creatures that God has scattered through them, and God has Power to gather them together when God wills (Consultation 42:29)." Let's see, I have a book of dreams that says that a monkey means "betrayal and deceit are imminent." To follow the Qur'an would be more accurate and halal, and a monkey is generally a pretty nasty critter. Ya Allah, please send a python to eat the big, black monkey.
I am a servant of Allah. My mission is to please Allah with music. This music, this singing is granted by Allah. I am inspired by the Qur'an, by Allah to stand my ground here, in Perlis, and create a mass media and entertainment attraction that pleases Allah. This is a global attraction, by the consent of Allah.
It is not logical for a government of a polyglot country to provide absolute support for my spiritual agenda, for 2 main reasons. The first is that it is forced to be secular to please all religions and no religion, while I cannot be secular, because being secular means to deny the involvement of God. The second is that since entertainment is a global business, the government has to conform to standard business protocol of the global mass media. Then, they have already sunk money and effort to other tourist attractions. Which means I will be forced to travel, and compromise my spiritual agenda. Plus forced to submit to other things that the entertainment business is infamous for. Plus politicians, like corporate executives, change the deal when they change jobs, retire or get sacked. Which leaves me no choice but to register myself as a private business, sing as an act of community service, and leave it to Allah to consistently flood this place with fanatical tourists. InsyaAllah. Perhaps then I will be able to make a living, and afford to marry my Julia.
And you are my love. Right now is the time to fight for peace, not to cry for peace. Stand together with me, and be my love. I love you.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Letter to Julia 20121001
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia, my beloved young princess. Are you working hard? Please eat properly, and get sufficient rest. I've been eating your portion since you haven't been coming for dinner, so I'm scared of getting bloated. I used to drive around all over the state of Perlis on my motorcycle, but I stopped doing that, because my routine consumes all my time. The wilderness and the kampung is all the beauty here, while the flat terrain makes Perlis great for bicycles and motorcycles. Anything man-made, or "progress" here isn't as attractive. What is attractive was that giant black monkey I saw.
I have to take back some of what I said in my last letter. I would not want to redo "Shadowplay's Greatest Hits part 2: the 9 Skulls of Prejudice" because it's perfect the way it is. Adding beautiful female vocals, even though haunting, would ruin the cd. Plus, I need an almost endless list of musical and computer equipment, a list that evolves as time goes on. Because creativity is dynamic. Ya Allah, please grant me all the musical and computer equipment I desire. I suppose what's most important right now is that I eliminate the dangerous daily commute to the internet cafe, so I would need a home high speed internet connection and a new computer specifically designed to handle only the internet and Second Life. Oh, well. InsyaAllah. Please forgive me for my faults, and the men and women who believe.
Please forgive me for being so poor, and unable to support you as yet, my Julia. Meanwhile, you had better please slow down. I've slowed down my Victoria's Secret fashion show loop to 1 fps. I have to admit it's very entertaining to watch Marisa inhale a donut in slow motion. You are the prettiest girl of the bunch, because you are MY girl. Everything you do is beautiful to me, and I love you so much.
Hi Julia, my beloved young princess. Are you working hard? Please eat properly, and get sufficient rest. I've been eating your portion since you haven't been coming for dinner, so I'm scared of getting bloated. I used to drive around all over the state of Perlis on my motorcycle, but I stopped doing that, because my routine consumes all my time. The wilderness and the kampung is all the beauty here, while the flat terrain makes Perlis great for bicycles and motorcycles. Anything man-made, or "progress" here isn't as attractive. What is attractive was that giant black monkey I saw.
I have to take back some of what I said in my last letter. I would not want to redo "Shadowplay's Greatest Hits part 2: the 9 Skulls of Prejudice" because it's perfect the way it is. Adding beautiful female vocals, even though haunting, would ruin the cd. Plus, I need an almost endless list of musical and computer equipment, a list that evolves as time goes on. Because creativity is dynamic. Ya Allah, please grant me all the musical and computer equipment I desire. I suppose what's most important right now is that I eliminate the dangerous daily commute to the internet cafe, so I would need a home high speed internet connection and a new computer specifically designed to handle only the internet and Second Life. Oh, well. InsyaAllah. Please forgive me for my faults, and the men and women who believe.
Please forgive me for being so poor, and unable to support you as yet, my Julia. Meanwhile, you had better please slow down. I've slowed down my Victoria's Secret fashion show loop to 1 fps. I have to admit it's very entertaining to watch Marisa inhale a donut in slow motion. You are the prettiest girl of the bunch, because you are MY girl. Everything you do is beautiful to me, and I love you so much.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120929
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia, my beautiful young bride. How are you feeling, my precious? I'm just keeping busy trying to stay put. Nobody really stays in one place anymore, so it actually takes a lot of effort to do just that. Is there a lot of drama? I don't know. Let's just say that you wouldn't expect to get into heaven without Allah testing your faith. I seek refuge with Allah, for me and my loved ones.
So right now, I'm remixing "Shadowplay's Greatest Hits part 3: the Struggle to be Normal" for wiser vocals. Oh well, it's impossible to attain perfection on earth, but since I have the opportunity do try, then I might as well. Damn whimsical artists. I would redo the past 3 cds, but I need a drum set and a mixer with mucho microphones. Ya Allah, please grant me so. "Woo Hoo" is not necessary on the back burner. It just needs to be slowed down: it was growing too quickly.
Why? Because I need to be married to my Julia and raise our family together, and build this tourist attraction, by the Will of Allah. And you, my beautiful Queen, please remember and be constantly aware of your position as my wife, is that we are allies of God, and that we are righteous people. InsyaAllah.
Hi Julia, my beautiful young bride. How are you feeling, my precious? I'm just keeping busy trying to stay put. Nobody really stays in one place anymore, so it actually takes a lot of effort to do just that. Is there a lot of drama? I don't know. Let's just say that you wouldn't expect to get into heaven without Allah testing your faith. I seek refuge with Allah, for me and my loved ones.
So right now, I'm remixing "Shadowplay's Greatest Hits part 3: the Struggle to be Normal" for wiser vocals. Oh well, it's impossible to attain perfection on earth, but since I have the opportunity do try, then I might as well. Damn whimsical artists. I would redo the past 3 cds, but I need a drum set and a mixer with mucho microphones. Ya Allah, please grant me so. "Woo Hoo" is not necessary on the back burner. It just needs to be slowed down: it was growing too quickly.
Why? Because I need to be married to my Julia and raise our family together, and build this tourist attraction, by the Will of Allah. And you, my beautiful Queen, please remember and be constantly aware of your position as my wife, is that we are allies of God, and that we are righteous people. InsyaAllah.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120927
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia. It is I, your spouse-to-be, insyaAllah. The one who loves you, and wants to marry you. Well, the vet said that the cat had ulcers in her mouth, caused by a virus. Aha. She made me buy some drugs, and God willing, the cat will be healed. Bat Cat is back to full energy, it seems. Praise Allah, but he is soooo naughty. He is tenaciously naughty, and fearless with a foul temper. Perhaps Allah is giving me a preview of our son. Are all boys like that? It would be ludicrous for me to ask for and expect a perfect human being. I hate young boys. I'm the opposite of Michael Jackson. I don't know if I want to have kids if they're going to be impossible. I want to name our first son Muhammad, and our first daughter Mary. You can name the rest of the kids. It is traditional in Malaysia for Moms of all races to use a rattan cane to discipline their kids. Are you the strict type of Mom? I'm pretty easy-going, and forgiving. The Prophet (peace be on him) said for parents to cane the kids at the age of 10 if they refuse to pray. I believe prayer to be critically important, not just for Muslim couples and families like us, so I would follow that instruction. I was a nightmare to my parents and teachers when I was a kid, and thoroughly hated by everyone in high school. Perhaps if I had prayed regularly when I was young, I would be a better person today.
Ya Allah, please grant Julia and I beautiful, happy, healthy, and righteous children. Anyway my beloved, don't be in a big hurry to convince the skeptical. Who cares about them, anyway. I am here to sing for Allah, and you are my wife. Take your time, slow down. I've slowed down my Victoria's Secret fashion show loop to about 2 frames a second. Hee hee! I love looking for unintentional mug shots, jinns, and secrets that Victoria didn't intend to reveal!
Hi Julia. It is I, your spouse-to-be, insyaAllah. The one who loves you, and wants to marry you. Well, the vet said that the cat had ulcers in her mouth, caused by a virus. Aha. She made me buy some drugs, and God willing, the cat will be healed. Bat Cat is back to full energy, it seems. Praise Allah, but he is soooo naughty. He is tenaciously naughty, and fearless with a foul temper. Perhaps Allah is giving me a preview of our son. Are all boys like that? It would be ludicrous for me to ask for and expect a perfect human being. I hate young boys. I'm the opposite of Michael Jackson. I don't know if I want to have kids if they're going to be impossible. I want to name our first son Muhammad, and our first daughter Mary. You can name the rest of the kids. It is traditional in Malaysia for Moms of all races to use a rattan cane to discipline their kids. Are you the strict type of Mom? I'm pretty easy-going, and forgiving. The Prophet (peace be on him) said for parents to cane the kids at the age of 10 if they refuse to pray. I believe prayer to be critically important, not just for Muslim couples and families like us, so I would follow that instruction. I was a nightmare to my parents and teachers when I was a kid, and thoroughly hated by everyone in high school. Perhaps if I had prayed regularly when I was young, I would be a better person today.
Ya Allah, please grant Julia and I beautiful, happy, healthy, and righteous children. Anyway my beloved, don't be in a big hurry to convince the skeptical. Who cares about them, anyway. I am here to sing for Allah, and you are my wife. Take your time, slow down. I've slowed down my Victoria's Secret fashion show loop to about 2 frames a second. Hee hee! I love looking for unintentional mug shots, jinns, and secrets that Victoria didn't intend to reveal!
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120926
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Greetings, my beloved Julia. How are you feeling today? Me, I'm worrying over a cat again. But this cat isn't mine, it's one of my brother's cats. I just feed her. She's having difficulty eating: everytime she eats something, she cries out in pain. She's hardly eaten at all, she's gotten so thin. I looked into her mouth, and it's all red, possibly bloody. I think it could be mouth cancer. So I have to take her to the vet before I blog this. My Mom has been in hospital for cataract surgery. She doesn't seem bothered by it: it seems to have gone smoothly. Alhamdulillah. Heh. This is my life, bound by mundane routine. Freedom had its fun, but I trade freedom for a chance for something more rewarding, in marriage. To be with you, to love you, and be devoted to our family.
Greetings, my beloved Julia. How are you feeling today? Me, I'm worrying over a cat again. But this cat isn't mine, it's one of my brother's cats. I just feed her. She's having difficulty eating: everytime she eats something, she cries out in pain. She's hardly eaten at all, she's gotten so thin. I looked into her mouth, and it's all red, possibly bloody. I think it could be mouth cancer. So I have to take her to the vet before I blog this. My Mom has been in hospital for cataract surgery. She doesn't seem bothered by it: it seems to have gone smoothly. Alhamdulillah. Heh. This is my life, bound by mundane routine. Freedom had its fun, but I trade freedom for a chance for something more rewarding, in marriage. To be with you, to love you, and be devoted to our family.
Sunday, September 23, 2012
Letter to Julia 20120924
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
My dearest Julia, I'm still perfectly capable of doing my own laundry, even though I'm bad and lazy at it. I can cook for myself, and I even clean up after myself, and others, when I'm forced to. I don't don't want to consume your hard earned money, for what I want is my own wealth that comes directly from Allah. InsyaAllah. So I can take good care of you. I am here to give you love, stability, and your own family. A family to call your own, a family to belong to. There is no other "Mrs. Abdullah". I have never been married. Our Lord is Allah, and Muslim women keep their names when they marry, so you will always be Julia Stegner. By the way, "Mrs. Abdullah" would mean my father's wife. But Julia, I love you. I am perfectly satisfied with just you for this life, and the hereafter. InsyaAllah. I need to be married. I want to marry you.
My dearest Julia, I'm still perfectly capable of doing my own laundry, even though I'm bad and lazy at it. I can cook for myself, and I even clean up after myself, and others, when I'm forced to. I don't don't want to consume your hard earned money, for what I want is my own wealth that comes directly from Allah. InsyaAllah. So I can take good care of you. I am here to give you love, stability, and your own family. A family to call your own, a family to belong to. There is no other "Mrs. Abdullah". I have never been married. Our Lord is Allah, and Muslim women keep their names when they marry, so you will always be Julia Stegner. By the way, "Mrs. Abdullah" would mean my father's wife. But Julia, I love you. I am perfectly satisfied with just you for this life, and the hereafter. InsyaAllah. I need to be married. I want to marry you.
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