The words of a song came to mind. This oft happens. Cannot get it out of my mind. These are the words;
“ God bless the day I found you.”
This time I am (rather blissfully) aware of the song where in which these words are found. I Googled Let it Be Me to find an Elvis Presley version (I was once the President of an Elvis Presley Fan Club – there are some advantages to being old. (Hahaha)
It began with these words, from Elvis to you. “There’s a beautiful song it came out a couple of years, a few years ago (This not my song but, I’d like to sing for you).”
God bless the day I found you
I want to stay around you
And so I beg you
Let it be me
Don’t take this heaven from one
Well if you must cling to someone
Now and forever
Let it be me
Each time we meet love
I find complete love
Without your sweet love
Tell me, what would life be?
So never leave me lonely
Just tell me you love me only
And that you’ll always
Let it be me
Each time we meet love
I find complete love
Oh, without your sweet love
Tell me, what would life be?
So never leave me lonely
Just tell me you love me only
And that you’ll always
Let it be me
And that you’ll always
Let it be me
YouTube brought Elvis back to me – in his young and glorious days, the fan club days. The song with images of him flashing before my eyes. I have the best of both worlds – a worshipful fan and then, at the age of 82, having a man send the song to me.
As is time-honored with me, I substitute Allah (SWT) for the ‘romantic’ interest. Then the song has ever lasting meaning, not just temporary romantic euphoria. I do laugh at myself. The song when I received it caused some temporary euphoria. Perhaps the song was sent to others as well, but still.
Now that is out of the way, we can move onto bigger and better things.
A word came to me!!! The word was banter. It is a perfect word to describe the text conversations with Shamir. Definition: the playful and friendly exchange of teasing remarks. Many sallies synonyms: repartee, swordplay, quips, wisecracks, wordplay, witticism(s), jesting, jocularity, drollery, ribbing, joshing.
It is difficult to explain the nature of our relationship. Efforts are made, however, it turns into jesting and witticisms. An example follows:
Me: Good night Son of the century
He: Good night Mother Nature. Birth less mother to an ex son.
Me: Describes our relationship perfectly
He: True
Me: It will be the new role model. Thousands will emulate us. But Mother Nature I think not. I kill houseplants and lizards.
He: Hahahah
Me: Just reminding you.
He: U are not wrong.
Me About what?
He: About Mother Nature
Shamir is now serving another role in my life. He posts my blog – situates my (sometimes) well-chosen words on the Internet so the world (and they that dwell therein) can devour (or not). Chris my blog master has been posting throughout most of the blog’s almost eight year history. However, UK and Malaysia time zone differences are immense and it is my intention to remain in Malaysia . I was in the same room with Shamir when his first post reached out to the world.
You will see the world-wide attention because, with any sort of luck at all, you shall see my statistics by country and by city. It is incompressible. I guess I understand why people in Malaysia might read me in greater numbers than any other country. I have lived in Penang for 15 months. The US comes in second, not lived there in four years and no longer, (in any significant way) comment upon its woeful political scene and eventual demise. The city statistics are equally bewildering. I have been to KL only twice, April 2025 for five days, July 2025 for a week. I have more readers in KL than any other city in the world. Why the numbers in Coquitlam, why Staten Island? Folk in both locales are admittedly English-speaking but few in number. I dare you, look at the statistics and see if you can make any sense out of it all. I guess you will have to keep your wisdom to yourself as it is impossible to reach me through the blog. There is a wall, which Chris will diligently maintain.
My work force is becoming increasingly Malaysian Nesh, also a Malaysian, is redesigning my YouTube, I have purchased a state of the world device, an Insta360 Flow 2, which does EVERYTHING. I sent Nesh my first reel, receiving this response.
He: omgoodness Alexis YouTube is going to get on another level. What was that you got?
Me: It’s amazing. Sent him a photo of the box.
He: oh my goodness I love it.
Me: The man from Urban Republic that tried to show me how it worked, sent me this sticker. Sticker said: You have my love and support.
Nesh just now sent a photo, a sample of his work. He took my oration consisting of series of selfies recorded at the Prophet’s Mosque in December of 2023, merging them and adding background. Prior to his genius they were dislocated, some repeated – there was no continuity whatsoever.
I forwarded Nesh’s photo to Shamir who will include it, as well as the statistics at the end. Oh yes, and a photo of the Insta360 Flow 2. So hold on to your britches.
AI helpfully informs us: “The idiom “hold onto your britches” is used to prepare for something exciting or surprising, often a sudden or unexpected event. It’s similar to saying “be prepared” or “brace yourself” for something dramatic. The phrase suggests holding on tight, as if something might knock you off your feet.”
I do admit to some trepidation: a feeling of fear or agitation about something that may happen. I have the heebie-jeebies because I have achieved success with the blog (and its components). It is imperfect, extremely simple, often marred by typos. Perhaps that is what attracts my Staten Island readers (for example). I will never become glossy or slick, that I promise. I also promise not to break out in a cold sweat if my numbers tumble. When I reached adulthood I was able to be authentic. Since adulthood I strive to be authentic, always have and always will. I will not sacrifice my authenticity for numbers or shining reviews. I have worked for the past eight years in isolation. I do get the heebie-jeebies being dependent on those around me, most would consider these people strangers. I do not interact with anyone from my former life – my P.P. life. P.P. means Pre Penang, not what you think it might mean, (Hahaha)
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Tried to find a word or an expression to describe the feeling I have. Almost instantly ‘kicking over the traces’ came to mind. It is an American English phrase which means to shake off control; show insubordination or independence. Another definition is to pay no attention to rules and conventions, and behave exactly as you want to. I suppose that is true, in one way, as I am showing insubordination to my Western roots, my upbringing, my background, and tmy lifelong experiences. However, I am most compliant with the essential rules of my Islamic Faith.
Not sure how to conclude this blog. I continue to be alarmed, worried, and concerned about the woeful conditions found in the world today. I do take comfort in the Quran, a verse found at random. “In the Name of God – the Most Compassionate, Most Merciful. 1. By the passage of time ! 2. Surely humanity is in ‘grave’ loss, 3. Except those who have faith, do good, and urge each other to perseverance. (Quran: 103. The ‘Passage of Time’)
My Quran”s subtitle: The Wake-Up Call to Humanity.
Decided to look up the meaning of perseverance: persistence in doing something despite difficulty or delay in achieving success. Some meaningful synonyms: resoluteness, staying power, firmness of purpose; patience, endurance, commitment, steadfastness, indefatigability, :
