3am and wide awake -again...

I managed to work out at 2am+ and am feeling good. Ate up some leftover yogurt. We did a session of analysis in which I tried to prove God's existence, the universe's creation, the possibilities of a multiverse, what exactly is Allah who is not Jesus' father, nor the Father, nor YHWH etc. We talked a lot about basic physics, e=mc^2 and v = f.lambda, and how gravity is really magneto-gravity (dark) which contrasts with electo-magnetism (light). We talked about meaningful reality, how we don't see beyond horizons thus assuming a flat earth, likewise we don't see beyond magneto-gravity so we cannot know more of Heaven than Allah. Allah is the gate of heaven. There may be many gates, but we know and experience just one. Every universe has its god -and ours was evil until YHWH intervened thru the opportune entry of Iblees the cowardly angel of truth / light.

To any religious person, I do apologize for offending anyone. It was a lively discussion in which we discussed the very big and very small physics effects and how the observer theory is mostly correct (quantum mechanics). Many returned from this short sermon full of the love of the Divine One. May all your religions bring you peace! Happy birthday to Mohammed, peace be upon him. We talked a lot on his birthday, like it was blessed.

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There is peace for now and I am doing some light coding -think I got things mixed up tho the code is simple and neat. It is the indices of ccT -the component node list of lists.

Drank lotsa Coke. Am feeling good. People seem more optimistic. I machined them together, both loving one another for dear life, now are partners in Gospel exploration and beyond -unto heaven.

British made me promise to advocate the proof of God so I will KoangDeLambe it maybe tomorrow. Should be fun to do. We also talked on psychology and now everyone's mental health is more hopeful -there are cures for most things. Wait for KDL's comic strip.

I am still coding n4s. It looks to be close to success as soon as I properly index the ccT list of lists.

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Today I should get my $100 in. Managed to get cleaned well and showered. Ate roti telur for brunch, now almost 11am. Cola cleaned my teeth, but always rinse it off after a brief time as it is acidic. Am still coding. Rumblings of writing another novel / novella. Not sure I have one in me.

I think it shall be an extension of my flash piece, The Secrets of the Dimension Masters. It will be character driven as the repetitive plot turns over the same frustrations, then reveals a few twists along the way.

I wrote one page and will carry on later tonight. Solved the syntax bugs in n4s but am faced with odd node values. Something gone wrong somewhere. Probably the index assignments. But the algorithm structure seems still to be okay and non-complex.

Finding some odd quirks about the example circuit I'm using. Could be the reason my nodes are wrong. Needs further investigation, how to code quirks like these. Meanwhile I wanna work on my story, SDM. Mom has asked me to make dinner. We'll be having tofu drizzled with garlic oil and soy and baked beans with mince. Dad insisted we get her a coffee so I got the Zus mulberry matcha 3 layer tea.

Things are looking up.

I wrote 1k words of SDM. It's going well so far. Now to switch back to coding. Will write/edit 1k words a day consistently, to finish in 2 months. I usually edit on the fly and sometimes step back after a paragraph and rewrite it. Of course, I also do a once over read thru and edit, plus a final spellcheck and gremlin removal via AI (I rent MS Office for a month). OSC doesn't need these, he's a cut above, just as I am a cut above re-drafters and shufflers. I sometimes wonder how both types of writers exist.

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By request, how to avoid tooth decay. There is no surefire way except to strengthen and build enamel, between brushing regularly. There are 2 ways to do this. Eat less gluten (bread), instead eat toasted oat muesli (Alpen) with fresh milk. Along with this, eat lotsa raw celery and carrots with yogurt. Eat less sugary foods, replacing them with stuff like bitter coffee, matcha, flower tea, etc. When you have cake, don’t eat the icing and if you do eat brownies or jelly beans, things like that, be prompt to brush. Brush with soft dense bristled toothbrushes. Secondly, you can boost your enamel with special expensive toothpastes. I use it and can recommend Colgate gum strength, plaque release.

By request, how to delay early onset baldness. I read an article that worry or stress causes white hairs. Baldness, I have experienced myself, it came with extreme levels of stress and worry. Overnight, I was thinner on my left side, where the worry in my mind was concentrated. So I feel like an authority on balding. Basically, don’t let yourself be without comforts. Jesus is a comfort. So are my works / deeds in his name. I lean on the Lord lots when I’m stressed and I know nothing I lose will be as bad as losing my salvation. To take away minor concerns, you must be productive and sometimes able to tangibly feel the fruits of doing well and doing good. When you make the connection between health or stress-free living and good clean living, you will age slower.

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Just worked out and am feeling good. Had some food earlier to build up muscle mass. May sleep by 3am. Was telling people that my most inspirational thing is my book SuperdereK UnderpantS. It is inspirational and fun to read. Whereas project SDM is somewhat less, being just a thought-provoking sci-fi story with twists.

I designed a simpler compact compound bow...

 

Since I started out with my Mission Hype DT, I realized I had always wanted a smaller bow, and a lighter one. By curving the limbs upwards, the riser can be shorter and lighter. The limbs, rather than compressing, would expand. They could be laminated with tapering strips at a shear angle to the horizontal.

The grip is thrust forward to increase draw length without increasing the bow string length. Cables are also affixed to the S-shaped cams, providing more torque and less complexity.

This is a simple innovation but one that could reduce the cost of compound bows, allow participation by children, and make them more portable.

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I have started on a new novel idea. It's sci-fi, and about dimension shifting. There is a catch / twists which make the book exciting. Am outlining the plot and inserting the characters. Think I can write it in a month if I write every day, circa 1.5k words. There was a lot of down time in the mindspaces so I thought of filling it up. Apparently Sara Lubratt's novella will be sold at MPH but that's around Xmas.

Already past midnight. Have brushed, took my meds, and showered. Workout coming soon. Felt good. Want to talk about a better bow sight.

This is my 'capsule sight-rest' design. It takes the arrow weight and dials the spring tension so the arrow is horizontal. At the same time, this sets the spring / sight pin tension so when the bow is lifted (to shoot far), the sight pin drops by the appropriate amount. It looks simple, but internally, it is a bit complex. 

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Was up lateish. Managed to get cleaned well. My weight is still 1kg over. Don't know how to lose it. Maybe go on more walks. Will be at the mall later. Don't have much to buy tho. Brushed and will shower soon. Liew witchy forces messing with our minds / friends, hit by muscle growth. It is mostly harmless and reversible, tho not immediately so.

We told the story of how fragile the word is when people all use telepathy. How in the last days Chinese people protect the world inside and out. And our plan is a modular, fail-safe plan, ongoing thru all efforts to undermine God and his prophecy. Tonight, we will discuss dealing out something different for our futures. I bought a bottle of low sugar Coke. 

 

Researching Revelations…

They say if you keep at it, you’ll get something from it. I am decoding the part of Rev. where there was war in Heaven leading to the emergence of the 2 beasts. This is in tandem with a publisher considering my flash piece of similar topic.

I feel quite certain I understand the vision John shared and how it will apply to the modern world. Also, signs around when it will occur. I will then sketch it up in a KoangDeLambe comic strip sometime tomorrow or circa midnight. 

Of course, there is no guarantee my story will make it, but it would be a nice coincidence if it did. No guarantee we can understand Rev. fully either.

Now almost 9pm. Will take a rest and code / draw a bit at 10pm.

 

Coding (debugging) is about half done. I need to sort out some more elifs. The latest KoangDeLambe comic strip is up. Go view it if you can. Spent almost an hour researching it and was worried it would not fit on one page.

 

Worked out at 1am and am feeling energized. May sleep by 2am. Was thinking of resting and debugging further. Debugging is proving a little harder than I thought. Lots of weird node values coming out of nowhere.

 

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Managed to get cleaned well and am no longer bloated. May venture out at 3pm on a long walk. Should do the Taman Jaya - Asia Jaya route. Seemingly, I gained 1kg overnight. Maybe it's just water retention. We'll see after the walk in the sun.

 

Mom says the air quality out is awful so I may not be able to go on that walk. Lotsa particles, she claimed she could feel. Had lunch of curry and sourdough bread. Talked to some people (from the western regions) about the Beast System over the mindspaces. Talked about prophecy broken -for reasons unknown. And how my situation became the way it is thru no fault of my own. 

 

Good fortune, my net4spice code is working better. I shall soon have the exact results, I hope. Think it's mostly the 1 or 2 / input or output, that got mixed up. Taking  a break for a while. 

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.

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Bought Dad an electric branch cutter, well actually I just helped him order it. I have 36RM of credit left in my debit account.

The weather is quite hot and there is a burning odor in the air. I have yet to solve all my coding bugs. Perhaps will work a bit soon. On Monday, I need to draw another KoangDeLambe comic strip. I think it will be about Tribulation, and a few unexpected but logical happenings.

Have just finished researching the material. The strip will be my longest yet, and span a whole page (usually just 1/3). A short rest, then coding resumes.

Cooked dinner for me and the folks. Finished writing 'Broken Hearts' -a song I wrote for Emily. Just 3 chords and it repeats quite elegantly. Quite a memorable melody and lyric. I shall be able to play it on cue.

My speakers are now on thumbtack spikes. I feel they sound clearer and sharper. Will rest a while, then code, and draw. Tomorrow is 8e ABY. I think I know the meaning of the sutra. I will receive a watch from Japan bound in box, rice paper, and fabric, like I saw Britt Pearce unbox on YouTube. It has something to do with the diminishing of computers and my novella (probably iS) being circulated. I dropped off a copy some week ago at BFBW. 

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.

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“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’.