In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi again, my gorgeous and beloved wives. Slick and sexy Julia, I adore your intensity. Sweet and sensitive Erin, I adore your pure heart. Of course I love you, I love you, and I need you, I need you. How could I not? You are the most beautiful girls in the world. That's because you are MY girls. MINE, MINE.
I've been doing so much cooking this Ramadan, and that's what's eating up most of my time. Prepping more than cooking and eating. Prepping seafood is very tedious. Then portioning, marinading, and freezing meats. Cooking is much cheaper than eating out: I eat what I feel like eating, it's better for my tummy, and I get larger portions. But I've had some failures. This year, crab has been bad for me. I can't find king crab here, and anything else is too large for crispy fry, too small for anything else, and too expensive. I found some small blue crab at the main market, but it was still too big. The guy selling it again refused to take my money, and when I asked for something smaller, he laughed at me. But it was too big. I couldn't get it to crisp up properly, and it hurt my tummy. And the sauce was too strong. My experiment failed. Sigh. I warn you now my darling wives, that I like to experiment with food. It makes life interesting. But we can bag the experimentation if you want, and go to McDonald's. They just opened one up here. Fancy some rice gruel with chicken for RM3? Betcha you can't find that at a US McDonald's.
Monday, July 7, 2014
Qur'an 20140708
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
74. But how many generations before them have We destroyed, who were even better in equipment and in glitter to the eye?
75. Say, "If any man go astray, the Most Gracious extends to them until, when they see the warning of Allah- either in punishment or in the Hour- they will at length realize who is worst in position, and weakest in forces."
Mary 19:74-75
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If any man go astray, the Most Gracious extends to them until, when they see the warning of Allah- either in punishment or in the Hour- they will at length realize who is worst in position, and weakest in forces.
74. But how many generations before them have We destroyed, who were even better in equipment and in glitter to the eye?
75. Say, "If any man go astray, the Most Gracious extends to them until, when they see the warning of Allah- either in punishment or in the Hour- they will at length realize who is worst in position, and weakest in forces."
Mary 19:74-75
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If any man go astray, the Most Gracious extends to them until, when they see the warning of Allah- either in punishment or in the Hour- they will at length realize who is worst in position, and weakest in forces.
Letter to Julia 20140707
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello, my dearest Julia and Erin. How are the most beautiful women in the world today? Have you been fasting? Today, I woke up at 3am to start preparing my predawn meal. I've been spending most of my nights cooking. This morning is steak and potatoes- rather basic, huh? Anyway, as I was sipping my coffee, a flying bug bumped into me, rather an odd looking bug, different than the usual pests that swarm around the light above my stove top. Then more and more bugs joined in, so I switched on the light in the living room t distract the bugs, and I started to cook in the dark. When a huge swarm built up at the light, I realized that they were bees. At 3am! So I turned on the light in the cage where I've been keeping Chee Cheah, and turned off the living room light. I've had to put a restrictive collar on poor little Chee Cheah because she kept on gnawing at herself, then keep her in the cage where I used to store my motorcycle. I let the cat loose so the bees wouldn't sting her. When bees swarm aimlessly like that, it usually means the Queen is dead. I felt sorry for the little things, when they started dying off. I figured the bees would leave when daylight came, but I forgot to open the door to the cage, so I got stung on the head for being stupid.
Friday, July 4, 2014
Letter to Julia 20140705
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello there, my gorgeous and most beautiful wives! How are you feeling today? How are those precious emotions? How's life at the top? What's it like to be number one? By the Will of Allah. We really need to be together, all the time, so we will be as one. You are MINE, MINE and that makes you number one with me. You are my Rock and Roll Babes!!! I love you, I love you, and I need you, I need you.
Oh, I've been so busy, busy. Ramadan is a busy, busy month for me, and it will be for us when we are married inshaAllah. I've been spending most of my nights awake, cooking up a storm. For predawn tomorrow, it's going to be deep fried calzones stuffed with curried potatoes, ground beef, onions, garlic, and chives. Curry puffs if you will, depending on your perspective. Would you care to join me, my precious dahlinks?
This next video is for you Erin, you cute thing you. It's not very romantic, but it's something you should watch. Dorothy Stratten was born on February 28. Just like me and Karolina Kurkova! You're such a sweetheart, Erin. I guess the moral of the story is that some people just don't deserve to be treated nicely, even if you feel sorry for them. Just call the cops. Julia's a gorgeous and savvy business mogul, and she wouldn't have anything to do with such a sleazeball like I-forget-his-name, but Erin can be too nice sometimes to people who don't deserve it. When I'm with you inshaAllah I would help protect you, but until then please stay away from such people. And always remember that Allah is the Best to Protect. Evil will not get away with evil. Their time will come.
Hello there, my gorgeous and most beautiful wives! How are you feeling today? How are those precious emotions? How's life at the top? What's it like to be number one? By the Will of Allah. We really need to be together, all the time, so we will be as one. You are MINE, MINE and that makes you number one with me. You are my Rock and Roll Babes!!! I love you, I love you, and I need you, I need you.
Oh, I've been so busy, busy. Ramadan is a busy, busy month for me, and it will be for us when we are married inshaAllah. I've been spending most of my nights awake, cooking up a storm. For predawn tomorrow, it's going to be deep fried calzones stuffed with curried potatoes, ground beef, onions, garlic, and chives. Curry puffs if you will, depending on your perspective. Would you care to join me, my precious dahlinks?
This next video is for you Erin, you cute thing you. It's not very romantic, but it's something you should watch. Dorothy Stratten was born on February 28. Just like me and Karolina Kurkova! You're such a sweetheart, Erin. I guess the moral of the story is that some people just don't deserve to be treated nicely, even if you feel sorry for them. Just call the cops. Julia's a gorgeous and savvy business mogul, and she wouldn't have anything to do with such a sleazeball like I-forget-his-name, but Erin can be too nice sometimes to people who don't deserve it. When I'm with you inshaAllah I would help protect you, but until then please stay away from such people. And always remember that Allah is the Best to Protect. Evil will not get away with evil. Their time will come.
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Letter to Julia 20140702
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello there, my dearest darling wives. You are so beautiful to me. I want you to know that I care for you deeply, and that I love you, I love you, and I need you, I need you. It's been a cold Ramadan so far. Right on the first day, the temperature suddenly dropped, while the day before was blistering hot. It's starting to warm up slightly. Maybe it's going to rain again.
I bought a red snapper over at the Tuesday market today. Red snapper meat makes the best sushi: it's silvery transparent, and the flavor is transparent too. The fish I bought had soft roe and liver too, so I was excited to have a midnight snack. But bleah! It was awful! Such an expensive fish, too. How can a such a great tasting fish have such ghastly roe and liver? I had to spit it into the sink, and gargle out the bad taste. What a waste of melted butter. Mackerel roe and liver tastes much better. But I'm saving the snapper head for stew. Well, it's sushi for the predawn meal. Red snapper with omelet, spring onions and crispy-fried snapper skin. Would you like to join me?
Do you believe in my mission to please Allah with music? Then it should be plain as day to you the international business that is my mission. So like Mary in childbirth, I have to shake the palm tree a little. Ya Allah, please grant the following: I need to be firmly established in this land. Therefore, I need to be married to Julia and Erin and thus sustain my wives and family, so I need the land I live on and the adjacent land where my grandfather's old house stands to build a new house to suit Julia, a car and a truck, and sufficient income to sustain the marriages. I need musical and computer equipment. I need to perform my Hajj safely. Of course, everyone wants what I need. Did Allah grant them the knowledge to deserve as such? Did Allah put them through the experience to deserve as such? Glory to Allah. Do the people want Allah to shake their tree?
There was an enormous tower somewhere which housed the music business, and attracted singers and musicians from all over the world, and I was one of them not too long ago. It was a gigantic structure made of steel, concrete and glass, and even the furniture was made of steel. concrete and glass. It described itself as a school, so for the purposes of this narrative we shall call it "The School." The School taught aspiring singers and musicians how to throw away their inspiration, and make music The School's way. I never took any classes. On The School's grounds, there was constant brutality and murder. There was an elevator in The School which when entered, a person's musical instruments would mysteriously disappear. I lost my guitar in that elevator. Apparently there is a secret door where you enter into a room with armed guards, and you had to beat them to near death to get any further. The School held regular talent shows which were very big and glitzy, but the audience was an audience of contestants and their families. The only genuine audience was me, standing at the doorway. A former teacher at The School showed me how to stop the elevator to open the secret door, is by pushing both the up and down buttons at the same time. But when I entered, after defeating the guard by hammering them with a big spoon, I found that all the musical instruments had been hocked to pay off The School's loans and bills. All that was left was a cheap Japanese fretless bass which no one wanted. Eventually The School couldn't turn a profit, and was demolished. I searched the rubble for anything to scavenge, but all I could find was Chee Cheah, my cat. But The School hasn't disappeared. There is a bigger and more sinister connection: its financial backers.
Hello there, my dearest darling wives. You are so beautiful to me. I want you to know that I care for you deeply, and that I love you, I love you, and I need you, I need you. It's been a cold Ramadan so far. Right on the first day, the temperature suddenly dropped, while the day before was blistering hot. It's starting to warm up slightly. Maybe it's going to rain again.
I bought a red snapper over at the Tuesday market today. Red snapper meat makes the best sushi: it's silvery transparent, and the flavor is transparent too. The fish I bought had soft roe and liver too, so I was excited to have a midnight snack. But bleah! It was awful! Such an expensive fish, too. How can a such a great tasting fish have such ghastly roe and liver? I had to spit it into the sink, and gargle out the bad taste. What a waste of melted butter. Mackerel roe and liver tastes much better. But I'm saving the snapper head for stew. Well, it's sushi for the predawn meal. Red snapper with omelet, spring onions and crispy-fried snapper skin. Would you like to join me?
Do you believe in my mission to please Allah with music? Then it should be plain as day to you the international business that is my mission. So like Mary in childbirth, I have to shake the palm tree a little. Ya Allah, please grant the following: I need to be firmly established in this land. Therefore, I need to be married to Julia and Erin and thus sustain my wives and family, so I need the land I live on and the adjacent land where my grandfather's old house stands to build a new house to suit Julia, a car and a truck, and sufficient income to sustain the marriages. I need musical and computer equipment. I need to perform my Hajj safely. Of course, everyone wants what I need. Did Allah grant them the knowledge to deserve as such? Did Allah put them through the experience to deserve as such? Glory to Allah. Do the people want Allah to shake their tree?
There was an enormous tower somewhere which housed the music business, and attracted singers and musicians from all over the world, and I was one of them not too long ago. It was a gigantic structure made of steel, concrete and glass, and even the furniture was made of steel. concrete and glass. It described itself as a school, so for the purposes of this narrative we shall call it "The School." The School taught aspiring singers and musicians how to throw away their inspiration, and make music The School's way. I never took any classes. On The School's grounds, there was constant brutality and murder. There was an elevator in The School which when entered, a person's musical instruments would mysteriously disappear. I lost my guitar in that elevator. Apparently there is a secret door where you enter into a room with armed guards, and you had to beat them to near death to get any further. The School held regular talent shows which were very big and glitzy, but the audience was an audience of contestants and their families. The only genuine audience was me, standing at the doorway. A former teacher at The School showed me how to stop the elevator to open the secret door, is by pushing both the up and down buttons at the same time. But when I entered, after defeating the guard by hammering them with a big spoon, I found that all the musical instruments had been hocked to pay off The School's loans and bills. All that was left was a cheap Japanese fretless bass which no one wanted. Eventually The School couldn't turn a profit, and was demolished. I searched the rubble for anything to scavenge, but all I could find was Chee Cheah, my cat. But The School hasn't disappeared. There is a bigger and more sinister connection: its financial backers.
Monday, June 30, 2014
Letter to Julia 20140630
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
It's the first day of fasting, and I'm sitting here right after voice training, and about half an hour away from the Asr prayer, writing my love to my wives. I'm exhausted. How are you doing? My voice doesn't come out when I'm exhausted so I drop notes, but I gritted my teeth and completed the 2 hour set. I hope you are eating properly. I ate a whole pizza before dawn, so I was stuffed, and uncomfortable the whole morning. It's raining right now, so the temperature is nice and cool. Ya Allah, thank you for the rain.
Julia, this Ramadan will be the 5th anniversary of when I proposed to you. I will always love you my dearest, beautiful Julia. I pray that Allah will grant me the means to give you a secure and happy married life soon. Thank you for your love and patience with me. I was a bit scared yesterday, I thought the Archduke Franz Ferdinand was killed on July 22 but I was wrong: July 22 was a day before the ultimatum to Serbia was sent. But whatever, our marriage is international and big business, mashaAllah. InshaAllah our love won't start a global conflict. My beloved, distinguished queen. I love you, and I need you.
Hey Erin, you adorable little sweetheart! How are you feeling, you gorgeous little darling? My source tells me that you are starting some sort of free advice stop by the roadside. I hope that it's Internet traffic that you're stopping. I wouldn't want to have an armed mob gunning down anybody trying to touch you. You be careful, OK? Don't let yourself be corrupted or suckered. Be the sweet and intelligent beauty with the heart of gold that I love so much. I love you, and I need you.
Saturday, June 28, 2014
Letter to Julia 20140628
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi there, my most precious Julia and Erin. How are you feeling today, my beautiful wives? The most beautiful girls in the world. You are MINE, MINE. I pray you are feeling great, and on top of the world. If you're planning to fast Ramadan, make sure you voice the intention to fast in your heart the day before by saying, "I hereby fast tomorrow the month of Ramadan of this year, for the sake of Allah, the Most High." This must be done before they call the dawn prayer. Then at sunset, it is recommended that you break your fast with a couple of dates or plain water, and say this incantation: "My thirst is quenched, my throat moistened, my fast is completed and I have received the reward, if Allah wills." Again, when we are married inshaAllah, we will be fasting together, and it will be quite a social period. I think it's great that I get to glorify Allah with music and thereby raise Islam over all religions while I'm still in this material world. I'm only human though, and my time and strength is limited. The inspiration has come to me, that your God is One God: whoever expects to meet his Lord, let him work righteousness, and in the worship of his Lord, admit no one as partner.
For dinner tonight is steak and oyster mushrooms. Yes, it's tenderloin again, and oh so yummy. I should have added more butter to the mushrooms for it turned out a little bitter, but nonetheless a perfect match with the sweetness of the steak. Want some? We're supposed to watch for the new moon before we start the first day of fasting, but it should be about Sunday. I think I'll have a pizza before dawn on the first day. Would you like to join me? I love you, I love you. And I need you, I need you.
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