The State of Perlis is northmost of West Malaysia, bordering Thailand.
The butterfly represents approximately where my parents' house is located. The Langkawi Island Group would make a great arts and fashion metro!
Hello Monday, beloved Julia! It's busy! I wanna scream! I'm sliding down...... aaaaaaaaaaaaaa.... all these people are sliding down with me....... why are they giving all this legal paper to a rockstar???..... I want my girl....help me... aaaaaaaaaaaaaa
**whew** took care of that pile. I can be such a workaholic... you should see me when I do something I enjoy! I love to laze around too, especially when there's a pretty girl to kiss (hint hint)... well, I'll probably be quite busy at that time, too. Aaah! I'm fasting! I'm fasting!
So anyway, I grilled a fish yesterday, rubbed it with cinnamon and turmeric, stuffed it with fish eggs and fish liver, basted it with butter, lime and fish sauce. The problem is, I got it done 40 minutes before breaking fast, and my fish got cold. I HATE COLD FISH!!! (unless it's sushi, but that has to be room temperature) Also, I put too much fish liver that it overwhelmed the fish eggs. It was a big fish, too: about 14" long, fat, and weighed slightly less than a kilo before I gutted it. Yeah, I have a voracious appetite, and I love a good fish. I was only able to eat half of it (my Dad rarely eats anything I cook when my Mom's at the table). Well, I would hate to waste the fish, but I just don't enjoy cold fish. So I pan-fried it in butter for my pre-dawn repast, and gave some to Chee Cheah. She was snarling and growling as she devoured the fish head. My Mom doesn't mind cold fish, either. She said she'll eat it because it's food. This coming from the most competitive cook in the world.
How's business, by the way? I'm sure you're pretty busy. Julia, you can't step up if others, including some of your bosses, keep trying to drag me down to their level. Some people make it their profession to oppose God. I don't play the same game as they do. Do they want my money? I don't have that much! Besides, I don't need much money to please Allah with music. Do they think I have influence over their revenue? They would never admit that. God is the One with Power, the One who controls life and death. Some people think they can control the lives of others: they are generally called "murderers". Can they give life, or stop death? Anyway, tomorrow is a public holiday, so I won't be blogging again until Monday. Sorry this bit of my perpetual love letter to you is so dark. Let me say "I love you", and please know you have more control over your own life than any other human does.
Hi there, beautiful woman! My my, you are looking so REGAL lately. Are you feeling good about yourself? Well, I do love you, you precious thing you, and yes, let me remind you that I want to marry you. Here it's Monday in Malaysia, and business as usual. Tomorrow is the 4th of July for Malaysia, rather it's Independence Day, so it's a public holiday. I think I'll barbeque a steak for breaking fast. You ever notice that more of the stuff you buy in the US have "made in China" printed on them? Or made in somewhere in Asia. Here the rabbit hole goes a little deeper: there are no all-powerful name brands, but countless brands and no-brands of products, all made in Asia, all of equal average quality, all of equal selling potential. You can buy an LCD tv of a Korean brand (made in Malaysia) you may have heard of at an electronics store and walk around to find another brand of unknown origin of equal quality next door perhaps. I was browsing the Chinese market, and found several stores selling women's apparel surrounding a truck/stall selling cuts of pork. Don't worry, I can't wear those clothes anymore because I've gotten bulky: this body is now only good for demolishing things, not for wearing sexy dresses. **sob** Anyway, since tomorrow is a public holiday, I won't be writing. **kisses**
Julia, have you been boasting? If so, please stop doing that, because God does not love the arrogant. It is not necessary for you to talk about me either, because if my work pleases Allah, then Allah will be my promoter. There is no such thing as absolute independence, because we all rely on God. However, there is no such thing as monasticism in Islam: Muslims are required to marry, so I NEED to be married, and I choose you. I am not allowed to be covetous, though. Technically, you haven't given me any response whatsoever, so I'm working absolutely on faith. If you don't want me, or don't want to wait for me, or refuse to come to me (especially if you have the means and I don't), then I have to let you go and start shopping around for another Muslim blonde. All that aside, I repeat that I choose you. I'm sorry to be so blunt.
Hi Sweetie. It's Friday already. I'm awfully busy, and today is a short day, so I have to get cranking. Of course I still love you, how could I not? You're so gorgeous. No, we're not divorced: we're not even married yet! Let's get married, and not get divorced.
AAAAAHHH!!! I had the most horrible nightmare last night! I dreamed I was in a crowd of horny lesbians, rubbing up against me. But I couldn't do anything because I'm promised to you, so I ran to you, but you were CLOSED! Please help me!!!
Well, it wasn't really YOU who was closed. It was a certain... **part** of you that was closed. Ahem! This is all so entertaining for everyone except me. I don't have my girl, and I'm gigging on a shadow stage. Good thing I have video games. And if I could draw, I would probably never leave the bedroom.
