I have this old electric mini naan oven...

When I first made my sourdough bread, I noticed it was moist and rather tasty on its own. Things being the way they are, I was thinking of reviving my little one-man bakery to get the most out of our flour and barley meal.

My recipe consists of,

1. Oil
2. Water
3. Atta flour
4. Salt and sugar
5. Milk powder
6. Yeast
7. Vitagen (cultured sour milk)

I don't use starters, so the whole thing ferments overnight in my a/c room circa 25C. Then in the morning, I roll the mix into flats and bake them one by one in the tiny oven.

From what I read, not too much oil, and maybe a little bit more water will help the dough rise better.

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Many minds pressing in on me. I need to rest. Will begin coding at 10pm. Managed to get cleaned well. Will shower soon. Had a few games with SeTT's AI. Conservative play wins the day so it seems. Never let the AI get in between your pieces and attack from both sides.

Seems LiLian and her family have problems. They are pleading with God to use supernatural healing as they took hostage certain important people against the new powers.

Remembering Jesus said my money will come from a house -substantial money, I proposed that the old bungalow be used as a motel / hotel by backpackers. Lotsa people moving thru PJ could lodge there for a small donation. I would need to renovate the bathrooms and to put in some cooling and dust filtration. What does the family think?

Brushed, took my meds. Workout at 2am. 3am, just managed half a workout since I ran earlier. I'm learning about writing from Matesic on YouTube. Today, I learnt about using exposition. It's a tricky skill. This is odd as I don't write anymore but useful for my comic strip.

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Drew my comic strip on KoangDeLambe. Took a shower. Managed to get cleaned well. Coded quite a lot and it's now past 6pm. Will run circa 8pm same as yesterday. 

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Finished my sweeping chores and managed to get my bike tyre pumped up well. Also fixed the tone arm auto-stow with WD40. I took apart the turntable to see if anything went wrong inside but it was just minorly dusty and mostly sealed together -nothing to tweak. Well -glad it works again.

Showered and changed into my running attire. Now 4pm. Will take a break and code at 4:30pm.

Was almost overrun by Liew witches’ lies, having exposed me to a jury of millions of kid and baby minds. I am not perfect but am not a fool or evil person either. Nor am I vengeful, nor do I go behind people’s backs to screw them such as the Liew 6 did. I also don’t enter others’ nerves unlike the Liew 6. Nor do I form up masers or other weapons and point them here and there. Nor do I hate any one person except sometimes the Liew 6.

Witchcraft and sorcery…

I have just updated KoangDeLambe with a new comic strip. This one is on witchcraft and sorcery. By request, I am to give out some more background on sorcery that we might fight it effectively.

The Bible (Revelations) mentions people would use sorcery until the very end. Being sinless does not protect a person from witchcraft as he knows many friends who are a little sinful which is enough to spark fear.

Fear, like a herd of buffalo, causes a mass effect ‘magic’ which can be directed at anyone good or evil. The solutions are simple and many. The best ones, as mentioned before IIRC, are;

1. Have as little to do with money / wealth as possible. This is hard but do not value material things over spiritual things by being a little frugal, and not living luxurious.

2. Have as little to do with sex / women or men as possible. Also pretty difficult, but at the very least, learn to be gentlemanly in all its respects.

3. Jesus told me to tell everyone to think of Him -His was the ultimate sacrifice, one that lasts forever -His words do not pass away. So don’t call for Brother Yap to solve this or that. Go straight for Jesus Christ.

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Switched to Thorium-browser (a fork of Google Chrome). Pretty nice and speedy. I have now tidied my room and tomorrow may head out on a long walk. Feeling sleepy.

 

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I didn't get to go on a long walk but I went on a medium one instead, to Decathlon to get a new pair of shorts. My regular orange pair had seen better days. Luckily, there was a sale on cotton tees, 10RM a piece. So I spent almost 50RM to get both tee and shorts. They both look great. So my wardrobe now stands at:

 

4 pairs of home-wear (3 Tarmak,  1 Domyos, shorts, 6 eagle king tees)

3 pairs of out-wear (2 Decathlon 1 Under-Armour tees, 2 Dec, 1 Millet shorts)

1 pair of smart wear (Batik shirt, formal shirt, 1 long pants)

 

Somehow I don't accumulate much clothes. 8 outfits is all I got. And I tossed out 3 pairs of shorts and several tees that had seen better days, some of them were a bit pricey as well. 

 

Worked out. Was good. Now almost 2am. RISCOS refuses to run Python3 tacked on from RISCOS Direct (RoD). At least the wifi is stable.

 

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I am going to try to extend Netsurf tonight. I will be adding 2 things to the source, one is an interactive html tag stacker, the second is a JavaScript reporter-linker (to the tag stack). This should work well. I will also do lazy loading as it's much needed.

 

The idea is that most people visit the same sites and they are worth tweaking for future visits.

 

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William going mad in the mindspaces again. Someone cheated, deceived and squandered his chances -so he believes. It wasn't a good idea to battle the witchy Asian Liews who know no honor, and now try to hide in my space.

 

Have downloaded a toolchain for cross-compiling the browser. Not sure how it works. Am supposed to be coding now but the evil telepathy is intruding. Need a rest. Workout earlier went well. Am feeling healthier. 

I used AI to identify the entry points to the JS and HTML renderer so things will go faster, what I planned. Now I need to self-design some sort of custom interface to blur off cpu and memory sucking parts so a page may load and be usable on a low end system. Was thinking, a config file generator would be simplest. Syntax unknown.

 

I think the easiest way is to add CSS and maybe JavaScript connected to the CSS and also add classes to bloated HTML tags. Then run a general turn on-turn off with what we did also exposed in the site config file. 

 

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Went for a run and had yongtaufu for dinner. Feeling better. Celebs came to save me from the average westerner who'd run amok due to the pressures of these end times. 'Many shall be offended and leave the faith'. According to Pastor Aaron ATL on YouTube, offense is primarily due to feeling treated bad by God or His people. Whereas Jesus did warn us of it, and told us not to be troubled or worry. Myself have told many to 'do more stuff' with your life. Buy things you like, learn and contribute code etc. Write a song on your guitar.

 

Jesus told me, 10 years ago, start buying things you like, especially clothes. The Lord knew what we all are and how we spoil!

 

Fiction: Seasons of the Soul

Seasons of the Soul

For it shall attempt to change the law and the times.

“They seem to be in separate worlds, don’t they?”

“Necessitously,” I replied. The crowd about Market Square was divided into the methodical; the mechanistic; those with grace, and people whose shadows barely fell, much less lingered. “If I may ask, what’s your reference?”

“When the wife passed, and I retired, I was told to keep the hours. After the ol’ ticker went coin-op, they gave me the sundial. I noticed yours hasn’t got a seconds hand.”

“It was removed. I write songs, and some decided I wasn’t punctual, least of all prolific.”

“Well, the less you care, the more you actually achieve -don’t you think?”

I considered his philosophizing, being the son of a Parisian who eloped to paint the English weather, with a mahout re-commissioned as a sitarist. 

“Forgive me if I don’t fully process,” I said, glancing at the hand grazing the minute track, “I fear I shall be late for yet another appointment.” It was aesthetically abrupt, having formed a link between streams, one going fast, the other, very slow. Au revoir, my friend, anyhow.

“By the way, what shall we call one another?” I frowned.

“Gary to you,” quipped the old-timer.

“I’m Paco, c’est francais.”

We shook hands. I picked up my gig bag, walking briskly to the tram.

The guitar lesson was in a side auditorium of the town council building. I caught her staring at her watch. It was gold-filled but at that distance, impossible to read. I hurried down the steps, and she got up, looking my way. I took her hand and pretended to kiss it, “Enchante, mademoiselle.”

My gaze fell, and so did hers.

“I’m sorry if you don’t like the dress.” It was shimmering green, flaring all the way to her heels, off-shoulder, her skin, flecked marble, a tumble of boulders nestled in gathered silk.

“Not at all. I was comparing our times.”

“Oh this?” She laughed, “It’s the same as yours -no seconds hand.” She squeezed it to her jaw.

I smiled to myself, “You have to part your legs when you hold the guitar, and slant it upright.”

She smiled back, her lashes and lower lip dropped. She was young and I had to be careful.

Midway the span of lessons, during which I imparted all my expertise, defining the rules of music, describing each one’s peculiar beauty, I was summoned to the Bureau of Regulations for special audit.

Waiting, I heard a familiar voice. Was it my new friend?

“Gary!” I called.

“Paco, oh, my God, I’m so glad to see you. I’ve been h-handed my tape!”

Everyone had tape. A single strip of it. They say it ranged anywhere from a few feet to several meters, operated over and correlated to everyone else’s by a monolithic Turing machine.

“Says here, this was where we met. Here, where I’m invited for a wedding -your wedding, Oh God, and on this end,” his fingers tugged on the strip of symbols, “Here, look...”

A life fast losing its spring. I had seen enough. “Have they removed your watch?” I offered to swipe my Kreditz across his pacemaker but Gary held me off. “I can’t take your money.” He pointed to his ear and shuddered. There it was pinned, ticking at a precise 10 beats per second. “So I’ll know when to do what.”

He fed more tape, muttering absentmindedly, “Imogen, my daughter -she’s in love with you.”

I took a mental step back, not surprised -merely dazed by the circumstances.

* * *

“Have you got your seconds, then?” She purred, setting up for the lesson.

“Why?”

I was in no hurry to reply, having arrived comfortably ahead. Things change with the granularity of what one is afforded.

“Because, if you marry me, we can both have it.”

“Then why not?” I said, as she was comely, beautiful.

“Say ‘yes’,” she drew closer. And I obliged.

“Be gentle on me,” she whispered into my ear, as our cheeks brushed, “I have my daddy’s heart.”

Once again, I saw Gary, ill, living by the hour; then diurnally; now waiting on a calendar of disjointed events unworthy of further process. In her arms, I had felt passion, swelling by the second, really they were squares on tape moved so quickly over, that nobody noticed. She spread her knees, cradling the guitar upright. And so the music lesson resumed.

...that the justification [for machines] lies in the fact that human memory [being a function of time] is necessarily limited [by it]. -Alan M. Turing

 

I dropped off a copy of 'iS' at BFBW...

So my novella may soon be on a bookshelf somewhere in PJ / KL. Am excited for someone to pick it up and read it. And hope they won't destroy or steal it and throw it away. Such are the tactics of the evil witchy Liews.

Am feeling a little sleepy and tender, tho not coughing as much. Had a very light lunch out at the mall, just a Japanese rice cake, so I'll have to get more in shortly. Ate a sausage roll Mom bought and took a shower after getting cleaned well. Feeling more comfortable. 

I still have one more copy of 'iS' which I probably will keep for future needs. Am thinking of 100% retiring from writing. Want to do an abridged audiobook of SDU as a guy I met on Quora says they're all the rage -I was behind the times, reading off paper. I did like the smell of a freshly opened novel tho. Maybe always will. Will start tonight, chapter by chapter. There are 10 of them.

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Helped Mom bake / roast some chicken with garlic, butter, yogurt, salt, and parsley. Should be tasty and brown well. My (extended) family is using me almost to the max to stave off old age diseases. I am just 50 years old this year. Remnants of a mind war fought during the time of British rule. Grandpa was a Mensa capable who was oppressed and he amassed lotsa kunchu to carry on the feud. But it's eating our family -just ask any of them, it's hard to hide.

I urged them to drink a little Coke now and then, reduced sugar Coke. Keeps the mind and all body systems a little more alert so things can be warded off or blocked easier.

Now past 6pm and I have yet to find the bugs in net4spice. I know, n4s seems like vaporware but it is actually still being improved / fixed.

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The Liew witches are massing power against the West and by request, there are some things we can do while not breaking prophecy,

1. control currency, beginnings of beast mark taken by Christians eventually

2. control sex, and let it outburst at a later time also via Christians

3. legalize drugs like small doses of coca1ne or marijuana to ease suffering.

I know it might be controversial, but this is a good template for stressing and releasing when faced with telepathy.

I will be reading Sanderson’s Steelheart next week. From the sample pages, it looks to be good. A superhero novel like SDU. Supposed to have been pubbed in 2013, 13 years ago, discovered on the 13th of August by me. It reads very smooth. The action sequences are choreographed very nicely, couldn’t put it down so I will soon have my first BS novel. In my middle age, to consume lotsa books…?

Read my SubStack (free) for some very odd synchronicity and full disclosure that I used a bit of Google Translate in iS.

 

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Am coding at 2am. Will work out a bit later, circa 3am. A pretty hot and humid night even with aircond on auto / quiet mode. Solution is in sight but there's lotsa telepathic disturbances. A group of people who let fly in the mindspaces have nowhere to go but to cannibalize kind people they know. There must be a solution...  

 

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Friday, I am still coding n4s. Think I almost got it. The I-Ching said to prepare to defend my case against / for AI, so I wrote a Medium article on it. ‘7 days before, 7 days after’.

The serious business of religion...

By request, I am to explain whether I am a real Christian, a false Christian, an apostate, a gnostic, a spy for Rome, or just a prodigal returning home. Personally, I feel that this is a private matter but due to witchy LiLian, people around PJ were hustled into making their case against me.

This shouldn't shock anybody, but I do pray, and it is short and comes often, because I notice many things needful of prayer. I and God have an open line because of the childhood mishaps I suffered, dealing with LiLian's family and the western 'mind intruders'. Even Gabriel is near by -you can test it if you want.

Also, not a surprise, is that I find and have always known the Bible teachings since the 90s to be full of euphemisms if not misleading terminology (indoctrination). And where they say they do not know or are unsure -there is nothing to grasp onto. Jesus simply did not say.

Finally, and I have already stated this somewhere, I had serious doubts about Christianity, spirituality etc. because I read the manual but never operated the car. So I never knew the way and at nearly 50 years old, am finally beginning to understand the gist of the Bible.

Unfortunately, my widely known 'palsy' which I term stroke, prevents me from memorizing things well. Thus this is wrote down here if anyone wants to know if I'm a Christian. More stuff to be tacked on later... 

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By request, I have to talk more on false teachers and how they deceived many. What went wrong. Didn't Jesus say this would happen (in mindspace)?

The main issue with people is that they fight God. We don't hate God. We don't obey Him 100% and that causes us suffering. For reasons, I will use myself as an example. When I was young, and you better believe it, the Spirit came unto me and saved me from certain death just before I was born and punched up in the womb. Then God spoke to me personally -never give up fighting, He said, But I took too much rests, being newborn, and he cursed me with a life of suffering. Another time, I asked to be delivered a Bible (don't ask *shame*) and it was delivered but for years afterwards, I was walked to Salvation and Evangel to buy Bibles I didn't need.

So you see how God loves us even as we fight Him by being lazy or idiotic, what not. We have to learn, obedience to God keeps us safe. Especially the little lambs and humble sheep. I as a shepherd under Christ, also have to obey more frequently or I will lose the Lord's trust.

By request I am to say a prayer. Be vigilant in these times, that nobody creep up to you and steal your wedding garment -thieves of false teachings that rob you of your beauty which the Lord loves you for. This I pray in Jesus' name -Amen. 

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"In theological and biblical contexts, "sensualizing the gospel" ... means twisting the good news of Jesus Christ to pander to human physical desires, earthly lusts, or carnal pleasures rather than calling people to spiritual holiness, repentance, and transformation of the heart"

 

Forgive the AI reply to my question. It is accurate (these days AI answers searches first YMMV). I do not know how to sensualize the gospel to be honest. Don't mix business with pleasure. Give to God what is God's and to the World what is from the world. Jesus never said we can't masturbate privately, or have sex with our girlfriends who are of the faith, that we must eat boiled fish and unleavened bread. Jesus never said a man cannot look at a beautiful woman or think of her.

 

I think the issue lies in 2 things: a form of letting your hands know what each is doing; and neglecting or putting aside practicing of good deeds.

 

Sure you may say, brother Yap says sex / sexuality is not evil, but do you want sex over a Bible retreat? Of course not. Plus it's a good place to share heart to heart tales that build up everyone and find you someone special. There is power in male-female relationships -I have experienced touch-love. Just a glance and I was filled with love so strong, I touched her again, not on any private location, and it came back, a little diminished.

 

Everything good is out there for the humble, and brave, to enjoy, in moderation, within reason, and in purity. Just meaning it goes without guilt or shame. All this happened to me as I worked in the vineyard, as John told me to, whence I was loitering around the marketplace.

 

Fiction: Behind This Little Cafe [part 4 -the end]

4. The back of the little cafe

One day, as living on ‘MySara’ sustenance money began to drag, Mala, eating Cheezeballs from a giant no-brand family-sized packet, Jacob told her, “There’s this place where hookers hang out. I found it -behind this little cafe...”

“Jacob, WHAT do you have to do with hookers?” She was breast-feeding their child.

“See, I can’t work much, nor can you, but we could all eat better for cheap -why not go over and see?”

Mala and Jacob held hands as they walked down the row of coffee joints, sushi bistros, and trendy book clubs where everyone was in turtlenecks. These gave way to betting agencies, hole in the wall takeaways, then a thicket of mulberry trees. They pushed through up to a doorstep obscured by dense branches and the buzzing of hornets. He rapped on it nervously, and a slot slid open. “I’m Jacob Wee, this is my wife, Mala.”

“Mala, who lost the Oakleys and purse, and you, who cleaned The Alley -okay, okay, wait -ah”

They heard a shaky hand jiggle a bunch of keys, then a lock turn, and they saw the leper who ran the place. The little cafe at the end of nowhere. Behind him, walls seared by a blaze -a fire, long ago -burn them all off their town, some young guns tried. 

Instead, it facilitated a narrow, hidden stairway down to a moody basement cafe, lined with standing candles and purple stucco hung with tribal masks. It was half dark but they glimpsed his disfigurement -one of his hands, gnarled. He walked with a limp towards the back, where a sign hung, 

‘Now the Lord God planted a garden east of Eden.’

“What is this place?” She peeled back dense foliage where naked bodies were joining.

“It exists for lonely people, for clean love. In reality it is but an illusion.”

“Isn’t this illegal? Jacob, what were you thinking?”

“Mala, wait. This is a good place and Eric is trustworthy. Maybe this is where we can start again.”

Eric showed them from the mirror-windowed control room, how filtered, subtly-strobing lights created the illusion of dense 3D vegetation, while ionized vapor and a loopy audio track set the stage for the olfactory sensations. There were tall stands of artificial plants here and there to give structure to the illusion.

“The hookers, are they also illusions?” Mala whispered.

More men got up from their tables and entered the garden which now featured a realistic waterfall and tropical birdsong. “No, but they’re ugly,” Eric glared at her.

Mala looked closely and saw they were all lepers like their boss. None of them really joined in the flesh. It was all simulated.

Eric showed them to a table. “You seen 2 sick heads buying beer and condoms at the mini mart? Who’d ever give them a ride but my ladies? And dang, they knew it!”

“Where are they now? When do they visit?”

But Eric kept silent, his dark face stretched with a broad smile. “They’ll soon get what they deserve. Have some fried chicken, Texas style.”

Mala bit into the crispy battered wings. Her eyes sparkled as she held his hand. Jacob, with that same far away look. A Swipe-n-Pay card was left on the table, 'Barney Liu', it read. Beside it, her lost purse. They charged their meal to the card. 

 

Fin.

I bought a plastic fife (traditional flute) by Yamaha...

I had $15 left in my debit account so I bought it without thinking much. It's quite a charming instrument to behold, made out of creamy smooth plastic, curvy in some places, with lip guards over the blow hole. It has actually got 8 holes arranged non-linear down the body, tho you only really need to operate 7 holes (ignoring the underside one, permanently closed).

It comes as a 2 piece fit which makes it portable for busking. But personally, I think its 34cm length is okay as it is. The tuning is quite interesting and allows me to play quite a number of popular songs more easily than on bamboo flute -without having to trial and error arrange them.

Fife, where have you been all my life?

To make the flute sing, you have to force air at medium velocity across the hole in a focused fashion, meaning making a pinhole with your lips. Sharper blows produce a higher octave easily. My technique is to gently push my lower lip against the lip guards (see pic above), which are on either side of the blow hole. It is wrong to rotate the fife, rather it has an adjustment round the back so you can vary the angle of your breath across the blow hole. Mine is almost negative 2. After that, it should resonate with a deep, warm sound.

Trust me, it's doable and quite fun. If you're thinking of other types of flute, consider this one as well -it's well worth $15.