Letter to Julia 20140510

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

It rained heavily the last time I went out to blog my love for you, so I wound up spending too much time at the Internet cafe, plus getting soaked as well.  I still have this lingering chest congestion from the Flu Of The Year.  It started with a cough, and I still have a cough, and when I sing, it sounds like I'm about to throw up.  I hate singers.  As a technician, I hate singers.  Sure, they may argue that their body is their musical instrument.  Prima Donnas, all of them.

Now you may not feel that you are at the top because life might be too mundane for you, or you're not rich enough, or whatever.  I have inspiration from Allah that the both of you are at the top of your business at this time.  So you must not feel and behave as if you are ungrateful about the position that Allah has given you.  The mundane is much more romantic anyway.  Planning meals, checking for love messages, etc.  It's kind of like Floofy: other creatures are feeding off her poop.  Yeah it's gross, but it isn't easy at the top.  So you shouldn't be trying to step up, nor should you be sliding into the abyss.  Devote your energy into conserving your energy, and slowing down.  Pray.  You are my wives inshaAllah, you are the most beautiful women in the world, and I love you, I love you.  I need you, I need you.

Letter to Julia 20140507

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

Mmmmmm... I just had a most mouth-watering steak.  Oh my God, it was so good.  The first bite was sheer ecstasy, and I can still taste it in my mouth.  Oh, I love a good steak.  You're supposed to let the steak sit for a while after you cook it, but I do love it so when it's piping hot.  Praise be to Allah, it was so good.  You want some?  It's tenderloin.  Oh no, I ate it all!  I'm going to have to cook you another one.  Steak is easier to control when it's pan fried.  Put it on the grill to dry it and char it up.  Nah... I already ate it.

And how are you doing, my precious Julia and Erin?  I love you, I love you!  Work on slowing down, my beloved wives.  Have some chocolate mousse.  I spent the evening collecting mangoes, and digging up tapioca.  I played a little bit of guitar t night while watching TV.  I have to plug into my vocal amp, which I don't like, because it feeds back like mad.  I love feedback mind you, I just don't want to blow up my vocal amp which I have to work with everyday.  I don't really try to practice my musical instruments as I used to when I was younger, because nowadays I'm primarily a chick singer, and I need to slow down.  Plus, I don't have the right amp for my guitar.  Anyway, back to being a TV junkie.  Wish you were here.  I need you, I need you.

Letter to Julia 20140505

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

How are you feeling today, my dearest Julia and Erin?  I pray you are keeping the faith and enjoying yourselves.  I just got finished making dough and sardine dip for my breakfast bread.  Most delicious, and a quick and fresh breakfast.  Ingredients?  Onions blended in oil and a little bit of belacan (pronounced "belahchan" not "belliken", which is fermented shrimp cake), fried up with pepper and red hot pepper paste, then crumbled deboned sardines from a can.  Sardine bones make a great fond, by the way.  After I'm out of sardine dip, I'll make chicken curry for my morning bread.

A lot is going on right now, but nothing that I can talk about, because I'm not really doing anything, so I can't get any credit.  The credit goes to Allah.  Let's just say that God is putting on a marvelous and highly entertaining show, and the Master is toppling pawns all over the place.  So I hope you are paying attention, and your spy network is cluing you in on all the news.  This also to remind you, and I mean the both of you, that you are already at the top of your game, because Allah put you there.  The world is your stage, so don't try too hard.  You don't have to do much of anything except be beautiful, and you are.  Did you expect to have a long acting career like Jodie Foster to then finally get... married... at the age of 60 or 70 something?  So please be grateful to Allah for putting you on this spiritual trip.  As for me, I love you I love you, and I need you I need you.

Letter to Julia 20140503

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

Hi there, my gorgeous wives.  I love you, I love you.  I went to blog on Thursday evening in the midst of my illness, but they were closed for Labor Day.  Labor Day?  I have to work everyday, and I'm not even a prophet.  Singing well is difficult to begin with, try singing while hacking up loagies.  But alhamdulillah, that's all that's left of the flu of the year, is the clearing of phlegm from my lungs.  I pray you are taking good loving care of yourselves, and being good girls.  You are so beautiful and wonderful, you are the light of my life, and I love you, I love you with all my heart.  I need you, I need you.

Thus I finally had the strength to cut the grass in my yard.  Floofy was bugging me about that, and she was right.  The place was starting to lok like an vacant lot.  I usually like the wildflowers here in Malaysia, but right now the wild growth is hideous for some reason, so I whacked them all out.  The clover seems to have moved to Casa de Julia for some reason.  I like clover: it's pretty, and it grows short.  Oh well.  Wish you were here.  Please be patient my beloved, and pray.

Letter to Julia 20140501

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

Hello there, my beautiful precious darlings.  How are you feeling, o ravishing ones?  I guess I got forced into overdrive while I was sick.  That was a tough week for me, and I'm still feverish.  Ya Allah, I hope I passed your exam.  Exams, exams, exams.  I guess it's true that high school never ends.  Anyway, how are the most beautiful girls in the world?  I love you I love you so much, my dearest wives, and I need you, I need you.  You are in my heart all the time.  You are MINE, MINE.

Qur'an 20140501

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

88.  Strain not your eyes at what We have bestowed on certain classes of them, nor grieve over them, but lower your wings to the believers.

89.  And say, "I am indeed he that warns openly and without ambiguity."

90.  As We sent down on those who divided,

91.  As have made the Qur'an into shreds.

92.  Therefore, by your Lord, We will, of a surety, call them to account,

93.  For all their deeds.

94.  Therefore expound openly what you are commanded, and turn away from those who join false gods with Allah.

The Rocky Tract 15:88-94
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I am indeed he that warns openly and without ambiguity.

Letter to Julia 20140428

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

Ugh, I got sick.  Well yeah, it's my week of isolation again if you've been counting, but I also got sick during the weekend.  It started on Wednesday night when I got swarmed by these miniature beetles, that happened to be immune to my usual defense of moth balls and mosquito incense.  So I lost a lot of sleep over that.  The next night they were back, but this time I was armed with a can of bug spray.  It took a lot of bug spray to neutralize these beetles, and I woke up with a cough.  The Flu Virus Collective took this opportunity to attack my voice.  I went and bought a big old bottle of cough syrup with my last 20 bucks, so I was able to work over the weekend, but not at 100%.  The the fever came, so by Sunday I was down to about 60%.  The Collective has been directly attacking my voice lately, and leaving my sinuses for last.  I feel OK right now, but I can smell those damn beetles again.  You definitely don't want to get one of these varmints in your dinner.  They're not poisonous, but they stink.

Again, I'm really sorry you have to lag behind.  It's not good for you, and it's not good for me.  But again, I cannot have you marry into my poverty.  What to do?  I cannot take any other position than to always consider your well-being.  The good news is that if you serve Allah, then Allah is Oft-Forgiving and most Merciful.  On the other hand, the penalty of God is the most grievous penalty.  As for me, you are my wives inshaAllah, and I want to raise a family with you.  I love you, I love you.  And I need you, I need you.