In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi, sweet beloved Erin. It's 6:10 am, I'm up early today because performed some additional worship, and I want to go to the market to restock my cooler. I have one of those ancient coolers which is about 30 years old, that used to belong to my Mom. I remember using it when I was a kid. This type of cooler accumulates frost, so right now I'm defrosting it so I can restock it. I still have a couple of sirloin steaks, so today I definitely want to get some chicken, and perhaps some seafood. The problem with raw foods is that they need to be processed and portioned before storage, and some foods like shellfish can't be stored. By the time I get back, I'll be exhausted.
Now it's 4 pm, and I just finished voice training. This morning I bought 2 kilos of chicken wings, a kilo of chicken breast, and a 2 kilo snapper. Big fish. I saw 5 blue marlin at the market. Wow! Who would eat that? Huge fish! All I would be able to handle is one steak. I was pretty tired when I got back from the market, after all, I had been up since before 5 am. But I managed to whip up the energy to process, portion, clean the freezer, then put everything away and clean up. After that I had my lunch, which was almost a half kilo of snapper sashimi, then I took a nap. I'm still learning to be a sushi chef, but I'm getting the hang of decorating the plate with fish slices. I had to coop up the indoors cats all this while, and ---- was bawling her heart out. She considers herself the most feminine of all the cats, so she cries the loudest and most persistently. Crying doesn't make you feminine. Anybody can cry. ---- was quite pissed off at me for imprisoning her, and she bit my toe when I released her. After she received her snackipoo, of course.
Erin, I told you before that it's very lonely at the top. So please be patient, and pray. And don't despair. If you despair, it means you have no faith, not just in God, but in our love. And I love you, Erin. I will marry you, inshaAllah. I love you, and I need you.
Tuesday, February 3, 2015
Qur'an 20150203
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
78. And he makes comparisons for Us, and forgets his own creation. He says, "Who can give life to bones and the decomposed?"
79. Say, "God will give them life, Who created them the first time." For God is Well-versed in every kind of creation.
Ya Sin 36:78-79
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God will give them life, Who created them the first time.
78. And he makes comparisons for Us, and forgets his own creation. He says, "Who can give life to bones and the decomposed?"
79. Say, "God will give them life, Who created them the first time." For God is Well-versed in every kind of creation.
Ya Sin 36:78-79
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God will give them life, Who created them the first time.
Monday, February 2, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150202
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Ah! Congratulations on your promotion! I'm not an avid collector of the SI swimsuit editions, but I know who the girls were, and I'm absolutely sure you are totally deserving of the work, because you are more beautiful than all of them. You are the most beautiful girl in the world, because you are MY girl. I hope you won't start wearing a swimsuit all the time, like to the grocery store, or to shovel snow. I accept that you are under contract to work, but please dress modestly when you are off-duty. "Off-duty" means that you're not being paid.
It's definitely not snowing here. It's hot and dry, and the wind is blowing hard. I spent the evening pruning and chopping down foliage around your house, then dragging them to the burn spot next to the old mango tree, which is in range of the hose. For dinner it was fried calamari. I still had all that cuttlefish meat, so I fried up calamari and filled a large plate with a stack of squid 4 inches high. It's nice to chow down on calamari until you're stuffed, instead of just a wimpy sized appetizer costing 10 bucks. Ya Allah, thank you for the knowledge and the bounty You have given me. Want some?
Erin my love. I love you, and I need you.
Ah! Congratulations on your promotion! I'm not an avid collector of the SI swimsuit editions, but I know who the girls were, and I'm absolutely sure you are totally deserving of the work, because you are more beautiful than all of them. You are the most beautiful girl in the world, because you are MY girl. I hope you won't start wearing a swimsuit all the time, like to the grocery store, or to shovel snow. I accept that you are under contract to work, but please dress modestly when you are off-duty. "Off-duty" means that you're not being paid.
It's definitely not snowing here. It's hot and dry, and the wind is blowing hard. I spent the evening pruning and chopping down foliage around your house, then dragging them to the burn spot next to the old mango tree, which is in range of the hose. For dinner it was fried calamari. I still had all that cuttlefish meat, so I fried up calamari and filled a large plate with a stack of squid 4 inches high. It's nice to chow down on calamari until you're stuffed, instead of just a wimpy sized appetizer costing 10 bucks. Ya Allah, thank you for the knowledge and the bounty You have given me. Want some?
Erin my love. I love you, and I need you.
Saturday, January 31, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150131
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello, my dearest Erin. Now don't get frantic, I have to get your house ready before we can marry. I'm just getting you prepared for receiving your ring, which I pray will be soon inshaAllah. I hope you have a solid vision of what your house will be. As far as I understand, there are no building codes to adhere to out here in the sticks, but that doesn't mean that you can build Rapunzel's tower. A nice, normal home with all the modern amenities. A huge and accessible tank of backup water on the roof. A nice, huge, shady water tank where we can relax and sip our afternoon tea. Yeah, shade for the water tank: you don't want bugs and droppings in the water, do you? Plus a gas powered generator for automatic backup power. A house that's easy to clean. That's what I want.
They'll be repairing the water mains around here for the next 2 days, so I guess I'll have to eat out. Yeah. I bought some fried noodles for dinner tonight. Want some? I have to practice bass tonight, and guitar tomorrow night, so if you please excuse me, I must get started. Erin, please take sweet loving care of yourself in my absence. I love you, and I need you.
Hello, my dearest Erin. Now don't get frantic, I have to get your house ready before we can marry. I'm just getting you prepared for receiving your ring, which I pray will be soon inshaAllah. I hope you have a solid vision of what your house will be. As far as I understand, there are no building codes to adhere to out here in the sticks, but that doesn't mean that you can build Rapunzel's tower. A nice, normal home with all the modern amenities. A huge and accessible tank of backup water on the roof. A nice, huge, shady water tank where we can relax and sip our afternoon tea. Yeah, shade for the water tank: you don't want bugs and droppings in the water, do you? Plus a gas powered generator for automatic backup power. A house that's easy to clean. That's what I want.
They'll be repairing the water mains around here for the next 2 days, so I guess I'll have to eat out. Yeah. I bought some fried noodles for dinner tonight. Want some? I have to practice bass tonight, and guitar tomorrow night, so if you please excuse me, I must get started. Erin, please take sweet loving care of yourself in my absence. I love you, and I need you.
Thursday, January 29, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150129
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin. How are you feeling? I'm full right now alhamdulillah, I just had a great dinner. Oh no, I didn't leave any for you! Sorry, sweetie. Maybe next time. I found a great deal on cuttlefish Tuesday. It's basically a squid with more meat. Cuttlefishes are quite smart, and generally do not lend themselves to being caught, especially the big ones. But they had a huge pile of big ones going for RM8 per kilo, which is awesome. When I gutted them, I found out why so many of the big ones got caught at the same time: they all had been feasting on baby fish when they got caught. Truly a blessing from Allah. No, I didn't cook up the baby fish. Not even the cats wanted them after being in the squid's belly. My Mom gave me some fried rice, and I wanted to cook the squid up with my Mom's recipe, but I didn't have any turmeric powder. I had a lot of mustard powder, so I used that instead. Seems to work the same, Mom. I fried up some onions, mustard powder, tamarind juice, and soy sauce with the innards. When it was hot enough, I chucked in all the chopped up squid heads. Tastes great, Totally filling. And I still have all the meat left for fried calamari.
When the time comes, I will have to give you a ring. Will you marry me, Erin? If yes then inshaAllah, I will make arrangements with a New York jeweler for you to pick up your ring. But before that, we're going to have to start talking to each other, so I know for certain that you get your ring. I'm thinking Skype for video conference calls. I admit I've never used it, so I'm going to have to figure it out. So when the time comes inshaAllah, I will post a photo of me here so you know if not already what I look like. I'm an old man, Erin. An old man with a young man's job. Will you marry me, Erin? I love you, and I need you.
Hi Erin. How are you feeling? I'm full right now alhamdulillah, I just had a great dinner. Oh no, I didn't leave any for you! Sorry, sweetie. Maybe next time. I found a great deal on cuttlefish Tuesday. It's basically a squid with more meat. Cuttlefishes are quite smart, and generally do not lend themselves to being caught, especially the big ones. But they had a huge pile of big ones going for RM8 per kilo, which is awesome. When I gutted them, I found out why so many of the big ones got caught at the same time: they all had been feasting on baby fish when they got caught. Truly a blessing from Allah. No, I didn't cook up the baby fish. Not even the cats wanted them after being in the squid's belly. My Mom gave me some fried rice, and I wanted to cook the squid up with my Mom's recipe, but I didn't have any turmeric powder. I had a lot of mustard powder, so I used that instead. Seems to work the same, Mom. I fried up some onions, mustard powder, tamarind juice, and soy sauce with the innards. When it was hot enough, I chucked in all the chopped up squid heads. Tastes great, Totally filling. And I still have all the meat left for fried calamari.
When the time comes, I will have to give you a ring. Will you marry me, Erin? If yes then inshaAllah, I will make arrangements with a New York jeweler for you to pick up your ring. But before that, we're going to have to start talking to each other, so I know for certain that you get your ring. I'm thinking Skype for video conference calls. I admit I've never used it, so I'm going to have to figure it out. So when the time comes inshaAllah, I will post a photo of me here so you know if not already what I look like. I'm an old man, Erin. An old man with a young man's job. Will you marry me, Erin? I love you, and I need you.
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150127
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Ah, it's almost mango season. The old mango tree in my front yard is sprouting creamy blossoms on long buddy stems. A-WOOOOOSH-OOOO
!!! AH-HISSSH-SHOOOOO!! **sniffle** Oh yeah, I get seasonal allergies. I have to completely drain my sinus cavity, or all that snot ruins my voice. I'm sun burning easier nowadays more than ever, and sunblock doesn't really work, in fact I may be allergic to it. It's almost as if God is punishing me for something.
Erin, will you please make an effort to dress modestly? I understand that you are under contract to work, and I accept that. I saw your outfit at the Curve party, but worse than exposing too much skin was that the top and bottom of your outfit didn't seem to match, even though they were black. Perhaps it was because the aspect ratio of the monitor of the computer in the Internet cafe was incorrect. A shiny sparkley purple jacket with short sleeves would have fixed that. Your updo was awfully cute, though. Did you do that yourself? Well, you are cute. My love.
For dinner, I had clams. I didn't intend to buy clams. I had to make a batch of dough, so I went to the grocery store right before sunset for some flour, and on my way back I stopped by the local night market, and they had clams for sale, so I bought some. These particular clams were about the size of a penny each, known locally as "Lala". Imagine shucking a kilo of penny-sized clams. But it wasn't too difficult. After heating them up in a covered pot until they gaped wide open, then I poured the lot into a strainer, and kept the broth. Lala isn't slimy and sticky like other clams, so I grabbed them by the handful and flicked the meat into a bowl. It did take an hour though, so I had to pray the night prayer before continuing. Then I sauteed some chopped garlic in butter, poured in some milk plus the clam broth, and brought it to a slow boil. I added shredded seaweed, and a brick of ramen noodles. When the noodles were done, I put it all in a large bowl and dumped all the clam meat on top. Want some? It's very rich.
I may be able to publish this letter today, but I'm still closed to the local Internet outlets. Because I chose you as my girl. But I don't regret the choice, my sweet Erin. I'm just reminding you that I may not be able to blog regularly until further notice. Erin I love you, and I need you.
Ah, it's almost mango season. The old mango tree in my front yard is sprouting creamy blossoms on long buddy stems. A-WOOOOOSH-OOOO
!!! AH-HISSSH-SHOOOOO!! **sniffle** Oh yeah, I get seasonal allergies. I have to completely drain my sinus cavity, or all that snot ruins my voice. I'm sun burning easier nowadays more than ever, and sunblock doesn't really work, in fact I may be allergic to it. It's almost as if God is punishing me for something.
Erin, will you please make an effort to dress modestly? I understand that you are under contract to work, and I accept that. I saw your outfit at the Curve party, but worse than exposing too much skin was that the top and bottom of your outfit didn't seem to match, even though they were black. Perhaps it was because the aspect ratio of the monitor of the computer in the Internet cafe was incorrect. A shiny sparkley purple jacket with short sleeves would have fixed that. Your updo was awfully cute, though. Did you do that yourself? Well, you are cute. My love.
For dinner, I had clams. I didn't intend to buy clams. I had to make a batch of dough, so I went to the grocery store right before sunset for some flour, and on my way back I stopped by the local night market, and they had clams for sale, so I bought some. These particular clams were about the size of a penny each, known locally as "Lala". Imagine shucking a kilo of penny-sized clams. But it wasn't too difficult. After heating them up in a covered pot until they gaped wide open, then I poured the lot into a strainer, and kept the broth. Lala isn't slimy and sticky like other clams, so I grabbed them by the handful and flicked the meat into a bowl. It did take an hour though, so I had to pray the night prayer before continuing. Then I sauteed some chopped garlic in butter, poured in some milk plus the clam broth, and brought it to a slow boil. I added shredded seaweed, and a brick of ramen noodles. When the noodles were done, I put it all in a large bowl and dumped all the clam meat on top. Want some? It's very rich.
I may be able to publish this letter today, but I'm still closed to the local Internet outlets. Because I chose you as my girl. But I don't regret the choice, my sweet Erin. I'm just reminding you that I may not be able to blog regularly until further notice. Erin I love you, and I need you.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150125
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hey there, my Sweetie Erin. Yesterday I went out to blog my this love letter, but the 3 places I went to closed as soon as I arrived there. Fame is not a blessing. I had to do some planning and extra travel to be able to blog today. I think the problem, and the solution, is that YOU are my girl. Yeah, I prefer blondes, but YOU are my girl. This being said, I want you to know that it may be more difficult for me to write, but it won't be for lack of trying, and I possibly might not be as regular as usual. Wish you were here. So please stay strong, don't be sad, and know that I will not abandon you inshaAllah. Erin I love you, and I need you.
Hey there, my Sweetie Erin. Yesterday I went out to blog my this love letter, but the 3 places I went to closed as soon as I arrived there. Fame is not a blessing. I had to do some planning and extra travel to be able to blog today. I think the problem, and the solution, is that YOU are my girl. Yeah, I prefer blondes, but YOU are my girl. This being said, I want you to know that it may be more difficult for me to write, but it won't be for lack of trying, and I possibly might not be as regular as usual. Wish you were here. So please stay strong, don't be sad, and know that I will not abandon you inshaAllah. Erin I love you, and I need you.
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