In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin. Oh, I'm tired. Worn out. I spent the whole day yesterday busting my butt, and today I can't do anything. I didn't do much of anything in the morning. Today was Friday, so I had to spend noon at the mosque. So it took me everything I had to make my lunch, then I took a shower and vegetated until I had to leave. In the evening, I had to go get gasoline and drinking water, but I did have time to make a batch of dough (finally!), and make something different for dinner. I had a ton of mole sauce left- well, not a ton. One and a half cups, so I made chicken in mole sauce, with fried onions and peppers with steamed rice. I was about to put the rest of the sauce away in the cooler, but the cats stuck their noses in it while my back was turned washing dishes. I had to throw the lot away. That pissed me off. More because it was my own fault that I forgot to cover the damned thing.
Oh, I'm tired. I think I'll just lie and watch TV and snack on sunflower seeds. Wanna snuggle and make love? Oh, you're not here. Sigh. Wish you were here with me. I love you, Erin. And I need you.
Friday, May 22, 2015
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150522
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hello there, my beautiful Erin. How are you feeling today, Sweetheart? I love you so much. Lots of manual labor for me today. Chopping and burning in the morning, then pruning and harvesting mangoes in the evening. I actually don't like manual labor, but if I don't move around then I'll bloat. Now the huge, strong mango tree in my front yard is not a harumanis. I don't know what kind of mango it is. My Mom, who watched the tree grow, thinks it's some kind of hybrid, so it doesn't really have a name. Let's call it the USA mango. Some of the branches were hanging too low, and dragging the fruit on the ground, so I chopped them all off. The fruit has to be brought and kept inside to ripen. This particular mango is not as tasty as a harumanis. It is more fiberous and thicker in flavor. And there's a lot of it. A LOT.
I didn't really bother with much cooking today. Chicken nuggets for lunch, some cold chili after the Asr prayer, and dinner at Ina's. I'm not much of a traditional person. Not in demeanor, nor in palate. But I do love "nasi lemak bilis telur" (rice steamed in coconut milk with crispy anchovies and boiled egg with spicy sauce) which is as traditional as it gets around here, and if fresh and done right, I can eat copious amounts of the stuff. I don't bother cooking it myself because everybody around here makes it. What is comfort food for you? Besides chocolate mousse? I haven't really heard you mention it. InshaAllah, I'll make copious amounts of it for you. But we must work out. We don't want to get bloated, right? Sweetheart. I love you. And I need you. I have to go practice guitar now.
Hello there, my beautiful Erin. How are you feeling today, Sweetheart? I love you so much. Lots of manual labor for me today. Chopping and burning in the morning, then pruning and harvesting mangoes in the evening. I actually don't like manual labor, but if I don't move around then I'll bloat. Now the huge, strong mango tree in my front yard is not a harumanis. I don't know what kind of mango it is. My Mom, who watched the tree grow, thinks it's some kind of hybrid, so it doesn't really have a name. Let's call it the USA mango. Some of the branches were hanging too low, and dragging the fruit on the ground, so I chopped them all off. The fruit has to be brought and kept inside to ripen. This particular mango is not as tasty as a harumanis. It is more fiberous and thicker in flavor. And there's a lot of it. A LOT.
I didn't really bother with much cooking today. Chicken nuggets for lunch, some cold chili after the Asr prayer, and dinner at Ina's. I'm not much of a traditional person. Not in demeanor, nor in palate. But I do love "nasi lemak bilis telur" (rice steamed in coconut milk with crispy anchovies and boiled egg with spicy sauce) which is as traditional as it gets around here, and if fresh and done right, I can eat copious amounts of the stuff. I don't bother cooking it myself because everybody around here makes it. What is comfort food for you? Besides chocolate mousse? I haven't really heard you mention it. InshaAllah, I'll make copious amounts of it for you. But we must work out. We don't want to get bloated, right? Sweetheart. I love you. And I need you. I have to go practice guitar now.
Wednesday, May 20, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150521
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin! How are you, my beloved? You are the love of my life, and you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I love you, and I need you. I thought I woke up late this morning after going back to sleep after the dawn prayer, but it was only 7:30 am. So after the preliminaries with my cats and plants, I started working on my fried flat noodles with clams. I completed it by lunch, and it turned out OK. Not great, but OK. Cockles taste better with fried flat noodles. So for dinner, I dumped the rest of the clam broth into the leftovers, and it tasted better.
In the evening, I cut the grass over at your house inshaAllah. I find that I can get more grass cut if it's not too long. Kind of like working out: it's better to maintain a routine than to let it go and catch up later. After that, I planted one of my harumanis/harumanis hybrids into the ground in front of my little house. I already have two harumanis in my front yard which I planted 2 or 3 years ago. Not hybrids, and I didn't take care of them other than trimming them and some bug spray. Allah is the One Who watered them. I estimate they will bear fruit in about 4 years, and in theory my hybrid should bear fruit sooner than that. InshaAllah. So this is a comparison test for my mango hybrids.
Hi Erin! How are you, my beloved? You are the love of my life, and you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me. I love you, and I need you. I thought I woke up late this morning after going back to sleep after the dawn prayer, but it was only 7:30 am. So after the preliminaries with my cats and plants, I started working on my fried flat noodles with clams. I completed it by lunch, and it turned out OK. Not great, but OK. Cockles taste better with fried flat noodles. So for dinner, I dumped the rest of the clam broth into the leftovers, and it tasted better.
In the evening, I cut the grass over at your house inshaAllah. I find that I can get more grass cut if it's not too long. Kind of like working out: it's better to maintain a routine than to let it go and catch up later. After that, I planted one of my harumanis/harumanis hybrids into the ground in front of my little house. I already have two harumanis in my front yard which I planted 2 or 3 years ago. Not hybrids, and I didn't take care of them other than trimming them and some bug spray. Allah is the One Who watered them. I estimate they will bear fruit in about 4 years, and in theory my hybrid should bear fruit sooner than that. InshaAllah. So this is a comparison test for my mango hybrids.
Tuesday, May 19, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150520
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Oh God, I'm stuffed. Alhamdulillah. I went to pay my power bill this morning, but I forgot to bring money, so I had to go back home and get my wallet. By the time I finished the chore, it was already 11 am and I knew I wouldn't have time to cook, so I stopped by the Tuesday market to pick up some lunch. 11 am is getting late in the day for raw foods. Thus, after after buying some rice, I browsed around to see what was left. And this guy offered me almost 2 kilos of clams for RM2. I couldn't refuse.
Now these are the teeny weeny clams, about the size of a dime or less each, which the locals call "Lala". Any normal person would think, "What the hell would I do with clams that small?" Well, I say that if you have patience with getting the meat out, then there are many options of dishes. Let's just say that a kilo of Lala generates more broth and meat than a kilo of large clams. It has something to do with density. So the first thing I did when I got home was wash the clams, then steamed them. You can't let clams sit around! Then I watched them steam through the glass lid, while I ate my lunch. I saw how the broth is generated: the clams squirt the broth out in their dying throngs. Grotesque, huh? All food is grotesque if you think about how it leaves the body.
ANYWAY!
I separated the broth then put everything in the cooler. I didn't have time to get the meat out until 6 pm, which is a tedious task considering each meat is about the size of 3 grains of rice. Or less. What I did was hold a bunch of clams in my right hand and flicked the meat off with my left hand. I got about 3 cups of meat by the time they called the sunset prayer, I guzzled half of that and I still had about a kilo of clams still in the shell so I stuck that in the freezer. Dinner was simple: noodles in clam broth. It was a huge helping. I'm stuffed. Alhamdulillah. Tomorrow, I'm going to have to finish off all the clams and broth because it doesn't keep. So I'm planning to rearrange a local recipe: keow teow kerang (fried flat noodles with cockles) but with clams. You wanna join me for dinner? It's going to take me all morning to shell those clams, but maybe I'll make it in time for lunch, but you're welcome to join me. I love you, Erin. And I need you.
Oh by the way, Ramadan is one month away. This year it's about June 18, one day after my mother's birthday. Ramadan is when Muslims fast from dawn to sunset everyday for a month. Ramadan is my favorite time of year, because of the things that happen, strange or deep or whatever. What are you going to do?
Oh God, I'm stuffed. Alhamdulillah. I went to pay my power bill this morning, but I forgot to bring money, so I had to go back home and get my wallet. By the time I finished the chore, it was already 11 am and I knew I wouldn't have time to cook, so I stopped by the Tuesday market to pick up some lunch. 11 am is getting late in the day for raw foods. Thus, after after buying some rice, I browsed around to see what was left. And this guy offered me almost 2 kilos of clams for RM2. I couldn't refuse.
Now these are the teeny weeny clams, about the size of a dime or less each, which the locals call "Lala". Any normal person would think, "What the hell would I do with clams that small?" Well, I say that if you have patience with getting the meat out, then there are many options of dishes. Let's just say that a kilo of Lala generates more broth and meat than a kilo of large clams. It has something to do with density. So the first thing I did when I got home was wash the clams, then steamed them. You can't let clams sit around! Then I watched them steam through the glass lid, while I ate my lunch. I saw how the broth is generated: the clams squirt the broth out in their dying throngs. Grotesque, huh? All food is grotesque if you think about how it leaves the body.
ANYWAY!
I separated the broth then put everything in the cooler. I didn't have time to get the meat out until 6 pm, which is a tedious task considering each meat is about the size of 3 grains of rice. Or less. What I did was hold a bunch of clams in my right hand and flicked the meat off with my left hand. I got about 3 cups of meat by the time they called the sunset prayer, I guzzled half of that and I still had about a kilo of clams still in the shell so I stuck that in the freezer. Dinner was simple: noodles in clam broth. It was a huge helping. I'm stuffed. Alhamdulillah. Tomorrow, I'm going to have to finish off all the clams and broth because it doesn't keep. So I'm planning to rearrange a local recipe: keow teow kerang (fried flat noodles with cockles) but with clams. You wanna join me for dinner? It's going to take me all morning to shell those clams, but maybe I'll make it in time for lunch, but you're welcome to join me. I love you, Erin. And I need you.
Oh by the way, Ramadan is one month away. This year it's about June 18, one day after my mother's birthday. Ramadan is when Muslims fast from dawn to sunset everyday for a month. Ramadan is my favorite time of year, because of the things that happen, strange or deep or whatever. What are you going to do?
Monday, May 18, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150519
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Sweetie! How are you feeling today? I pray you are feeling great. It started out sunny here today, then after the Asr prayer, the sky was filled with thunderous clouds. Very dramatic. Not much moisture though, just enough to water the plants. I'm almost done with planting baby mangoes. I have 8 mangoes left to peel and plant, then I can just kick back and watch them grow. InshaAllah they will all turn out strong.
Erin, if you want me to air a commercial on my TV station, please make sure you are in it and that it's current. I don't care if it's a budget of shooting the entire thing in your bathroom with a phone camera. Don't give me something that's four years old. And make sure you get paid. You're my Queen, and I want to take good care of you. I love you, and I need you.
Hi Sweetie! How are you feeling today? I pray you are feeling great. It started out sunny here today, then after the Asr prayer, the sky was filled with thunderous clouds. Very dramatic. Not much moisture though, just enough to water the plants. I'm almost done with planting baby mangoes. I have 8 mangoes left to peel and plant, then I can just kick back and watch them grow. InshaAllah they will all turn out strong.
Erin, if you want me to air a commercial on my TV station, please make sure you are in it and that it's current. I don't care if it's a budget of shooting the entire thing in your bathroom with a phone camera. Don't give me something that's four years old. And make sure you get paid. You're my Queen, and I want to take good care of you. I love you, and I need you.
Sunday, May 17, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150518
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hey there, my beautiful Erin. How are you feeling today, love? I am longing for you as usual. I wish to remind you that I am not in competition with you, my dearest. I am your husband inshaAllah. I am here to love you, and help provide and protect you. Yes, you still have to work, but aren't your prospects better now? I can't give you anything but my love but mashaAllah, your business is better than before. Things grow better with love. You are not living in my shadow: it's because I am your husband inshaAllah that I will help take your shots for you, while all you have to do is be beautiful. And you are beautiful. You are so very beautiful. You are the most beautiful girl in the world to me. I love you and I need you.
We are living a spiritual life, my dearest. The fact that you accept me as your husband is a spiritual fact, and by that choice you live in a different reality than others. I have lived this reality much longer than you, so I am much more used to how psychedelic or weird it is. It can get strange while doing the mundane, like grocery shopping. And it's not the same kind of weird like backstage at the Victoria's Secret fashion show. You can be alone in your bedroom looking at your TV, and you can sense that you're not really alone. Life in the Public Eye, also Jinn TV. But I will help distract them away from you, inshaAllah. Please pray.
I've been trying to duplicate this little house that I live in Sims 3, but there's something wrong with the scaling of objects. For example, a car or a double bed is 3 squares long. If I define one square as one meter, then a bed is 3 meters long! My bedroom in real life is 3 meters! So my little house is much more spacious in Sims 3 than it is in reality. Perhaps my definition of one meter is off within the game. Well, your house inshaAllah will be right next to my little house, which is my office/studio. Oh! My Sim has acquired a girlfriend. They met by chance, at the town park. Her name is Erin Kennedy. But she's not Irish: rather, she looks Mexican. And she works in the military.
Erin, please make a donation to a worthwhile charity of a minimum of one US dollar.
Hey there, my beautiful Erin. How are you feeling today, love? I am longing for you as usual. I wish to remind you that I am not in competition with you, my dearest. I am your husband inshaAllah. I am here to love you, and help provide and protect you. Yes, you still have to work, but aren't your prospects better now? I can't give you anything but my love but mashaAllah, your business is better than before. Things grow better with love. You are not living in my shadow: it's because I am your husband inshaAllah that I will help take your shots for you, while all you have to do is be beautiful. And you are beautiful. You are so very beautiful. You are the most beautiful girl in the world to me. I love you and I need you.
We are living a spiritual life, my dearest. The fact that you accept me as your husband is a spiritual fact, and by that choice you live in a different reality than others. I have lived this reality much longer than you, so I am much more used to how psychedelic or weird it is. It can get strange while doing the mundane, like grocery shopping. And it's not the same kind of weird like backstage at the Victoria's Secret fashion show. You can be alone in your bedroom looking at your TV, and you can sense that you're not really alone. Life in the Public Eye, also Jinn TV. But I will help distract them away from you, inshaAllah. Please pray.
I've been trying to duplicate this little house that I live in Sims 3, but there's something wrong with the scaling of objects. For example, a car or a double bed is 3 squares long. If I define one square as one meter, then a bed is 3 meters long! My bedroom in real life is 3 meters! So my little house is much more spacious in Sims 3 than it is in reality. Perhaps my definition of one meter is off within the game. Well, your house inshaAllah will be right next to my little house, which is my office/studio. Oh! My Sim has acquired a girlfriend. They met by chance, at the town park. Her name is Erin Kennedy. But she's not Irish: rather, she looks Mexican. And she works in the military.
Erin, please make a donation to a worthwhile charity of a minimum of one US dollar.
Saturday, May 16, 2015
Letter to Erin 20150517
In the name of Allah, most Gracious, most Merciful.
Hi Erin! How are you doing, my Sweetheart! How are you feeling today? Oh, it's just another every day day for me, and people are still the same. We have to keep things mundane if we want to raise a family. So I don't want to hear about your going out clubbing every night in your "fuck me" heels. That's just plain dangerous. So please stick to business and stay at home if you're not working.
I still engrossed in baby mangoes right now. But I couldn't take much more of the early hours, so I slept in this morning before getting to work. No fancy meals either. I still have chili in the cooler, so I bought a loaf of bread and chicken nuggets. I did make some chicken sandwiches for dinner. It's easy: just fry up the nuggets, then makes sandwiches with mayo, black pepper, cream cheese, lettuce, and onion. Put a couple of drops of hot sauce on each nugget. Quite yummy, I must say. And very Western. Want one? I love you, Erin. And I need you.
Hi Erin! How are you doing, my Sweetheart! How are you feeling today? Oh, it's just another every day day for me, and people are still the same. We have to keep things mundane if we want to raise a family. So I don't want to hear about your going out clubbing every night in your "fuck me" heels. That's just plain dangerous. So please stick to business and stay at home if you're not working.
I still engrossed in baby mangoes right now. But I couldn't take much more of the early hours, so I slept in this morning before getting to work. No fancy meals either. I still have chili in the cooler, so I bought a loaf of bread and chicken nuggets. I did make some chicken sandwiches for dinner. It's easy: just fry up the nuggets, then makes sandwiches with mayo, black pepper, cream cheese, lettuce, and onion. Put a couple of drops of hot sauce on each nugget. Quite yummy, I must say. And very Western. Want one? I love you, Erin. And I need you.
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