In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Julia! How are you feeling today, sweetie? I love you! Oodles and oodles! Mwah! Today is Sunday, and I'm feeling rather tired. Sundays are always busy for me, full of physical activity. But I ate well today, none of my own cooking either. Yesterday, too. I suppose we really must make a routine out of eating out when we're together. It's part of our work responsibility, you know. Yeah, you know! I don't like to veer away from establishments that I trust, after all, I only have one stomach. But if you ever want to try someplace new, we'll try it. Save a prayer!
Sunday, January 6, 2013
Friday, January 4, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130104
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello, my beloved Julia. How are you feeling? I'm sure you, with all the friends you have, and with how beautiful you are, are not feeling lonely. I've been alone most of my life, so I am quite used to being lonely. I suppose I could have gotten married at many given moments throughout my life, but I didn't. I suppose it's because I'm actually a loner, therefore I have never been lonely. Maybe. I don't want them, I want you. I'm here waiting for you.
If Allah grants me any sort of power and influence, then you are my extension, when others see you they are seeing me, and that is a great responsibility upon responsibility. Not that I care so much about what others say, because many of them are unbelievers and hypocrites. Just be firm against them. You are my wife, and Islam is our position, so please be sincere in that respect, and please do not vacillate. MashaAllah (by the will of Allah) you have stepped through the door of surrealism, and you will have to deal directly with God for your actions that involve us. Just as God is the One who made me love you and dedicate myself to you.
Hello, my beloved Julia. How are you feeling? I'm sure you, with all the friends you have, and with how beautiful you are, are not feeling lonely. I've been alone most of my life, so I am quite used to being lonely. I suppose I could have gotten married at many given moments throughout my life, but I didn't. I suppose it's because I'm actually a loner, therefore I have never been lonely. Maybe. I don't want them, I want you. I'm here waiting for you.
If Allah grants me any sort of power and influence, then you are my extension, when others see you they are seeing me, and that is a great responsibility upon responsibility. Not that I care so much about what others say, because many of them are unbelievers and hypocrites. Just be firm against them. You are my wife, and Islam is our position, so please be sincere in that respect, and please do not vacillate. MashaAllah (by the will of Allah) you have stepped through the door of surrealism, and you will have to deal directly with God for your actions that involve us. Just as God is the One who made me love you and dedicate myself to you.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Letter to Julia 20130102
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi there, Julia my love. How are you feeling today? How is the new year treating you? I'm sorry I haven't written since Monday. I suddenly had a lot of official things to do. No, I didn't plan it. It was a go-with-the-flow, spur of the moment thing, just the kind of person I am, I'm afraid. I also have a lot of homework to do, all of a sudden. Asia is the happening place to be! Yes, I can sense that you want to build your fashion capital in Paris or something, with your buddies. But Asia is it, insyaAllah. Anywhere else is simply out of style. Please don't dispute with the Power of God. Please slow down, my beloved. It's nice and tranquil here in the kampung, great for raising children. I'm too lazy to travel anymore. Let them come to you.
Our Lord! Perfect our light for us, and grant us forgiveness. For You have power over all things.
Hi there, Julia my love. How are you feeling today? How is the new year treating you? I'm sorry I haven't written since Monday. I suddenly had a lot of official things to do. No, I didn't plan it. It was a go-with-the-flow, spur of the moment thing, just the kind of person I am, I'm afraid. I also have a lot of homework to do, all of a sudden. Asia is the happening place to be! Yes, I can sense that you want to build your fashion capital in Paris or something, with your buddies. But Asia is it, insyaAllah. Anywhere else is simply out of style. Please don't dispute with the Power of God. Please slow down, my beloved. It's nice and tranquil here in the kampung, great for raising children. I'm too lazy to travel anymore. Let them come to you.
Our Lord! Perfect our light for us, and grant us forgiveness. For You have power over all things.
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Letter to Julia 20121231
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Happy New Year, Julia! My love, my beauty, my flower! How are you feeling? God knows what kind of a looney year it will be for our love. Please be cool, stay confident and optimistic, and know that you are my girl, you have my love, and my commitment for marriage.
Singing well is not easy. Because the human body is the instrument, and if there's something wrong with the body, then there will be something wrong with the instrument. When I voice train, I usually sing for 2 hours straight without break. I might be able to go for another hour, God willing. Then there are emotions to consider as well. Back when I was in the band with Andre and Terry, we would never rehearse on the day we have to gig. This was Andre's philosophy, and I agree with that today, now that I'm primarily a singer. Since I work for stamina among other goals when I rehearse daily, then at night my singing voice doesn't function properly due to exhaustion. I need a full night's sleep to "reset my system", in order to sing properly at the same time the next day. For example, if I so happen to have to sing at some hotel restaurant from 8 to 11pm this coming Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, I would not rehearse at my usual time on those days, and I would do 3 x 40 minute sets. And I would not leave my house until after I pray the Maghrib prayer.
Happy New Year, Julia! My love, my beauty, my flower! How are you feeling? God knows what kind of a looney year it will be for our love. Please be cool, stay confident and optimistic, and know that you are my girl, you have my love, and my commitment for marriage.
Singing well is not easy. Because the human body is the instrument, and if there's something wrong with the body, then there will be something wrong with the instrument. When I voice train, I usually sing for 2 hours straight without break. I might be able to go for another hour, God willing. Then there are emotions to consider as well. Back when I was in the band with Andre and Terry, we would never rehearse on the day we have to gig. This was Andre's philosophy, and I agree with that today, now that I'm primarily a singer. Since I work for stamina among other goals when I rehearse daily, then at night my singing voice doesn't function properly due to exhaustion. I need a full night's sleep to "reset my system", in order to sing properly at the same time the next day. For example, if I so happen to have to sing at some hotel restaurant from 8 to 11pm this coming Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, I would not rehearse at my usual time on those days, and I would do 3 x 40 minute sets. And I would not leave my house until after I pray the Maghrib prayer.
Friday, December 28, 2012
Letter to Julia 20121229
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello there, my beautiful young Julia. How are you feeling? I pray you are feeling healthy and confident. It's almost the new year, and I assume you are very busy. I have been clearing out the property where my grandfather's old house still stands. It's a long cry from what it looked like 4 years ago. Back then, the land was overgrown with scrub, vines, and thorns, but I managed to get it to the point where it's actually a pleasure to stroll around. Today, I worked on dismantling a tree that was hanging over the old house. It was a big tree, and it had a companion tree growing alongside it. This companion kept the old tree upright after I had hacked away the trunk with my axe, so I had to pull it down with a steel cable. Now it is still being held up by part of the roof, so I'm taking it apart bit by bit. Good thing most of the weight is on the ground now. Chopping down trees is great exercise. You should try it sometime.
Hello there, my beautiful young Julia. How are you feeling? I pray you are feeling healthy and confident. It's almost the new year, and I assume you are very busy. I have been clearing out the property where my grandfather's old house still stands. It's a long cry from what it looked like 4 years ago. Back then, the land was overgrown with scrub, vines, and thorns, but I managed to get it to the point where it's actually a pleasure to stroll around. Today, I worked on dismantling a tree that was hanging over the old house. It was a big tree, and it had a companion tree growing alongside it. This companion kept the old tree upright after I had hacked away the trunk with my axe, so I had to pull it down with a steel cable. Now it is still being held up by part of the roof, so I'm taking it apart bit by bit. Good thing most of the weight is on the ground now. Chopping down trees is great exercise. You should try it sometime.
Wednesday, December 26, 2012
Letter to Julia 20121227
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
YOOOOOOOOLIIIIIEEEE!!!!
Hi Julia! Are you having fun? Yes, you are the center of attention, you are my girl! Mine, mine, MINE. Of course I love you, and I forgive you. Hey people, she's a lady, and she does what she does because she loves her friends and the many people who depend on her kindness. Got it?
Oh Julia, I didn't get to blog yesterday, even though I wrote the letter. I got distracted by a fish. But I posted that letter today, in case you want to read it.
YOOOOOOOOLIIIIIEEEE!!!!
Hi Julia! Are you having fun? Yes, you are the center of attention, you are my girl! Mine, mine, MINE. Of course I love you, and I forgive you. Hey people, she's a lady, and she does what she does because she loves her friends and the many people who depend on her kindness. Got it?
Oh Julia, I didn't get to blog yesterday, even though I wrote the letter. I got distracted by a fish. But I posted that letter today, in case you want to read it.
Letter to Julia 20121226
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Oh, what a busy day! One thing after another! Especially housework... it's like a domino effect! I wanted to change my bedsheet, then it turned into doing laundry, and vacuuming... at 10pm! Oh, I'm so lazy. I want a house that cleans itself, and clothes that wash themselves. How would that work? Each garment would have a built in sensor that would measure how much dirt and s*** is present, then activate a washing sequence. How? Each garment would have a built in washer and dryer? Naaahh... a robotic solution would be more practical. The sensor would activate a "maid" type robot to undress you and throw the clothes into the washer when the dirt reaches a certain level. Oh Julia, I'm so lazy!
Before all that awful mundane stuff, I was cooking up some bamboo shoots fried rice. There seems to be an endless supply of bamboo shoots in the yard. I like to marinade them in salt water for about a week to tenderize them. Tastes kind of like sauerkraut. But there's a natural bitterness in my bamboo shoots. I watched Iron Chef on Shadowplay TV while eating dinner, it was the bamboo shoots battle. Wow, their bamboo shoots are big and fat. The commentator compared bamboo shoots to growing boys, and talked about how subtle bamboo shoots taste. My bamboo shoots are kind of thin and bitter, but there are so many of them, I have to experiment. I was trimming my bamboo the other day with my parang, and I missed a cut and hit a shoot bud right on the head. It was just barely peeping out of the ground, and it was nice and fat, too. What a crying shame. It grew up a few days later all twisted and bent, and covered in mud and red ants. I'll be more careful next time, insyaAllah. Those tiny little growing things are so sensitive at that age.
Oh, what a busy day! One thing after another! Especially housework... it's like a domino effect! I wanted to change my bedsheet, then it turned into doing laundry, and vacuuming... at 10pm! Oh, I'm so lazy. I want a house that cleans itself, and clothes that wash themselves. How would that work? Each garment would have a built in sensor that would measure how much dirt and s*** is present, then activate a washing sequence. How? Each garment would have a built in washer and dryer? Naaahh... a robotic solution would be more practical. The sensor would activate a "maid" type robot to undress you and throw the clothes into the washer when the dirt reaches a certain level. Oh Julia, I'm so lazy!
Before all that awful mundane stuff, I was cooking up some bamboo shoots fried rice. There seems to be an endless supply of bamboo shoots in the yard. I like to marinade them in salt water for about a week to tenderize them. Tastes kind of like sauerkraut. But there's a natural bitterness in my bamboo shoots. I watched Iron Chef on Shadowplay TV while eating dinner, it was the bamboo shoots battle. Wow, their bamboo shoots are big and fat. The commentator compared bamboo shoots to growing boys, and talked about how subtle bamboo shoots taste. My bamboo shoots are kind of thin and bitter, but there are so many of them, I have to experiment. I was trimming my bamboo the other day with my parang, and I missed a cut and hit a shoot bud right on the head. It was just barely peeping out of the ground, and it was nice and fat, too. What a crying shame. It grew up a few days later all twisted and bent, and covered in mud and red ants. I'll be more careful next time, insyaAllah. Those tiny little growing things are so sensitive at that age.
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