Waiting for parcels…

Possible delivery of my Orient watch tomorrow. But I will not be home as we’re going shopping for groceries and CNY goodies. Hope it will arrive on Friday instead otherwise I will have to forgo the outing. Whenever I shop with the folks, I feel uncomfortable and so weary, particularly in my lower back.

My short story is in final editing phase. I have ~10 more hours to finish that. Right down to the wire! Quite pleased with the plot and characters and the story setting in general.

Liew witchy forces discredited for failing to predict the future correctly and have lost all support from Chinese around the world. Hopefully we can heal once they’re gone. More later…

Beating up my right hand has to stop. Due to my stroke, I forget why, or when, but we unleashed jehenem against these oppressors of flesh.

Feeling shaken somehow. Liew witchy forces bedevil and tempt my publisher to be. Not sure if my story will be struck out, even considered, much less accepted. More later…

And the wait for my Orient Tristar is almost over. It will surely deliver by this afternoon. 8 days till CNY reunion as well. In 3 weeks, my blood test. Have to abstain from sweet and oily foods. Keep exercising and go on long walks every weekend.

Have thought of an idea for my 1st novel. Will work on it later, after I get my new watch and snap some photos to share on Facebook and Tumblr. This Orient will be my absolute final watch purchase even if I strike it rich from my tennis equipment idea or my novel etc. It replaces the cheap vintage HMT that I broke trying to regulate. Otherwise no more collecting.

Enter the dragon…

Soon the animal zodiac consulted by Chinese worldwide will turn a leaf. 2024 is a dragon year, and like the horse, generally a sign of better fortune.

Love and its associated sinfulness are perennial indicators of the deep conflicts within the human psyche. Realizing we are interconnected on a spiritual level promotes proper relations and decision-making.

Dragons are said to be prophetic so it is highly possible some sign from God will be shown us in the span of several months from now. The extract from ACIFS above warns us not to rely on our fleshy emotions though they seem to appear in the name of love. Rather, investigate God’s purpose for your life before partaking of it.

For example, I know I’m a moderator of telepathic exchanges. One of many grunt workers who stabilize the mindspaces, a giver of laws and express permissions, an explainer of spirituality, a tester of character since I was a child. This may be so in that I was born in a dragon year.

To survive this year, I must not shirk duties to lead and solve problems. And I think all dragons are called upon to serve the lord of 2024. We must make a difference even as serious problems increasingly crop up all over the world. Rumors of another European war, and a deadly retaliation on Islam by the Americans. I do feel I put out a little too much discussing these thorny issues in public but I must. More later…

Today’s news quite intriguing. Najib will be pardoned apparently, and Princess Kate’s mystery illness could be disclosed. There may be a strike by US forces in the middle east. Master Paul Ng has advised me to avoid stress and accidents, in other words, to allocate for spiritual attacks. I will therefore not be pursuing riches or sex and focusing on helping people in the mindspaces.

Showing good Spirit always repels spiritual attacks. Just that the attackers are cheating for an unfair advantage. They have strayed far from prophecy which is how we’ll undo them eventually!

Writing and many woes…

I’ve joined a writers’ community on Facebook and am halfway through a submission that pays $20. Not bad for a few hours’ work. 

Strange things happening to my body due to the evil witchy 6 and the American pushers who’ve had enough of their tormentors. This comes as some US soldiers were killed / wounded from a drone strike in Jordan. My right hand is coming under attack again, off the pushers onto my friends and family onto me. The evil would try to destroy Christ’s bastions if possible, if not for fun. At least I’ve fought the good fight and done many good deeds, leading some to righteousness and salvation, giving many hope.

Tomorrow, psych clinic. Am looking forward to my new watch. Nice to have a reward for being used and for braving the evil plastered onto my person. Such are the inequities of the end times. More later…

Slept well last night and am up early as planned. Today is packed. Can’t wait for all the good stuff. Meanwhile the Royal 2 are discharged from hospital.

My story is going well. Need to resolve many plot elements while insinuating more background on the 2 main characters.

This January heatwave is awful. So dry and sapping. The glare walking over concrete is also bad for my eyes. Will keep exercising early morning ahead of late February’s blood test. Folks want to check on me regularly as they’re heavily pushing attacks. It’s a possibility they will come undone after CNY, mid February, those who bully young kids.

It may be 3 days before I receive my (very first) new Orient as I balked at the 12RM instant delivery option. This is life on a medium tight budget. Somehow the heat is affecting my eyes, even indoors. And Mom has an ingrown toenail that hurts when she walks. We are getting a new Agong / king next month. And his reign will encompass the rapture, so I’m informed, just as Francis is probably the last Pope. The “knives” of evil magic arts are flying around me. How can I hold out till 2028? Not likely unless some evildoers I’m bearing die by God’s hand.

I’ve plotted my story realistically so it reads naturally, flowing gracefully according to human nature. This is something I’ve not seen in that many stories of late.

Lifestyle and watches…

Being lower income, I’ve decided to wear plastic / resin Casio watches for the rest of my life. Being also ill and brain damaged from acute insomnia in 2007, I can’t work very well. While some of my friends have luxury cars and condos, I just have a folding bicycle and a room in the folks’ house. And maybe not long to live. I’ll be lucky to celebrate my 48th later this year even more, with some substantial earnings.

Shall there then be one final Casio? And what’s it’s name? More later…

I hunted high and low for a nice watch to own and came up empty. Even with $200 just laying in my drawer, I couldn’t justify any further purchase. Feeling tugged in various directions and hollow inside. These are the end times. Tomorrow, I’ll try to lose myself in a large mall for a few hours. Will have a snack before coming home. The following day will be psych clinic, for my Arip jab.

Thinking of rejoining Facebook. Just for fun.

I had to appeal to rejoin Facebook. Turns out they just wanted my mobile / WhatsApp ID because I had a previous account which I ditched as it was getting inundated. I joined 2 writers’ groups based here in Malaysia. Looking forward to the contests and work togethers. Got a couple of hits on my short story collection. Hope everyone liked it!

Will go to sleep happily tonight. Feel like I’m on the right track. But of course the only true way is the way of God. And I must remember to obey his purpose in all that I do from now till the ultimately untimely end. Looking forward to tomorrow’s trip to the MegaMall. Want to visit Solar Time and view their Orient watches. The 3-Star line is affordable enough for me…

No luck sourcing a Tristar at MidValley. Prices of Orients at the AD around 1kRM. Double what I have to spend. Rumors of government bankruptcy flying around. Everyone worried over money here in Malaysia.

Found a retro-looking Tristar for 360RM @Shopee, from Nisha791022. Will order it tomorrow after psych clinic. It has a button, maybe to change the date and a shimmering dial.

Money soon…

Discovered a site called Invention City where I submitted an idea for tennis equipment. Hopefully, I will make some money. Maybe by mid year. Of course, I can’t talk details except that I’m pretty confident of this one hitting pay dirt.

If I’m bought out, I could afford a nicer watch. Maybe the 38mm Bambino with display back, or a Star Royal Classic. The sequence of world events points to sexuality around the time of the sixth seal and while I’m a chaste Christian, maybe I will have a girlfriend at the time. As long as I have some income.

The thing about inventions is that they ought to be simple and succinct yet patentable. Everyone wants money. I learnt my lesson with the tennis ball bearing weights which were pretty complex, and the DD:W water waste proposal which I thought was fantastic. More later…

Friends and I thought up the manufacturing process for my tennis equipment. It’s quite easy to make, requiring just one extra step while removing the need for another. That said, maybe I will inherit soon and that’s how I make my dough. Dad encouraged me to get the Benyar Oyster homage, at around 120RM but my bank card doesn’t do international debits. Will I ever get the Bambino at 629RM? Not so soon.

Rain seems imminent from my Protrek barometer readout. Strong gusts ripple through our garden. I finally got to look at the small house the folks are renovating and it’s actually pretty modern and good. I would put non-slip plastic matting on the wash-up area and lysol cans in the 2 bathrooms, pretty much it.

Slippery Tyvek pull-strip could feature in my tennis invention. Can’t wait to see if manufacturers will want it.

Meanwhile, I’ve decided to wear my workhorse Protrek 270 from 2013 / 14 most days as it is less attracting to the eye, having the least aesthetics in my collection. I wore it during the year or so I communed with my church, Christadelphians, from whom I’m separated -for now. It’s my oldest watch.

Not buying the Bambino next month will be a test of my willpower. I wish in vain I could begin collecting anew. I would then only want 3 watches. But as it is my watch boxes are a travesty of mindless buying. Thinking I may stick to the plan, wear my Mudman solar more, my GA2200, and occasionally the MQ-27. These 3 Casios make me the happiest. The Mudman is beautiful for its chunky rounded squares design in all black with gold hilites, the MQ looks elegant with its rectangular black case and semi-shiny textured black band. No diagonal lines makes it classic. The odd man out, the 2200 in marbled gray is super complex with its craggy anadigi dial and 80s spaceship case look. I have it on a stretchy NATO 22mm also in gray. Casios make me smile for their honesty and frugality.

Designed a bit more of my tennis innovation. Quite pleased with it as it is getting more simple, cheap, and easy to add on during manufacture. This product may be why I ended up at a Tennis academy in later years.

My very first novel…

As often happens after a load of false starts and unfinished drafts, a story like a vein of gold emerges dying earnestly to be told. So cny2050 begins in the increasingly immoral universe of the UG around the formation of the IF / FIST. The more I plan, the more the tale develops. I know this must be my book to write!

But the demons of sloth keep me down, pressing easily on my stroke nerves. Will try to write late tonight after meds. Next week, my psych clinic appointment for my Arip jab. Then just 2 weeks till CNY / Spring Festival. Will break here and try to deflect some of the evildoers concentrating on my mind…

More people read my blog and stories on FreeLunch.my which is heartening. I labored not in vain! Talked in mindspace again, about the persecution of Jesus’ followers in these latter days. What is expected to come before the 6th seal breaks, and then the falling away sometime off thereabouts, finally the rise of the beasts from the sea and land. Took my meds to sleep as there is nothing much else I’m able to achieve tonight…

A warm and sunny day. Did some light work. Wondering if I will add on 600RM by end February to fuel my watch lust. I do want to experience an Orient of some sort at some point. Have to be patient and let the CNY celebrations play out. Many things may change this year. Although I can’t write much, I’ve been busy. Self care, exercise, making videos, promoting my book and site, fixing broken minds. Yea, cooking too -I haven’t been lazy this month.

Is humble safer? Watch review Baltany D12…

Recently I saw a number of ‘role model’ watch wearers of unassuming round watches under 40mm, on leather strap. They were influential to me because they wore watches, not sported them. And it got me thinking of my odd-shaped G-Shock Mudman solar, the chunky marbled 2200, the watches that attracted so much attention to my wrist and if I had deep pockets. And I realized that I was doing it all wrong. I had to stop collecting watches and start buying for the true me.

The true me always wanted quality and respect yet in a humbler, more universally accepted form / outlook. The true me has always been practical and frugal. That, I didn’t like homages and blatant copies. And I required durability.

So sometime ago, I sprang $100 for the Baltany D12. An AliExpress brand I had never heard of before. The watch arrived machined to perfection but was quite the generic, sterile timepiece as far as watches go. Things changed when I found it the right strap. A double thickness textured nylon in pale olive green. This set the D12 off like no other strap before and it has become my EDC.

The specs are pretty impressive for the price: sapphire crystal, unguarded screw lock crown, superluminova lume, bead blasted SS, Seiko VD78 quartz movement, 35mm diameter. It was almost perfect. I suspect the small seconds requires less torque and will last longer between battery changes. Maybe 40% longer.

Aesthetics wise, the watch is ordinary and boring, undecorated and unimaginative, maybe they saved on not having a designer look it over. It really is just the most basic way to tell time effectively. Nothing extra. Having paired it with NATO, leather, rubber, and even lizard, I was unimpressed. It was still boring to the point that the $100 I paid gave me ulcers. The last one, the yellow lizard looked best but clashed with the whole point of the watch’s basic personality. Eventually, a flea market buy saved the day. The ridged and woven faded-effect fabric accentuated the D12’s innate seriousness and gave the dial some bite. But more importantly, it meant I could now wear my most practical buy with ease and peace.

More later…

Noticed the price of Seiko 5 military watches went up by almost 1.6 times. Alpinist, up 10% at least. Stocks of Orient are low. A Star Classic on Carousell going for a reasonable 1kRM, used. Not sure whether I’ll add to my ‘collection’ but mostly I rotate between:

MudMan tough solar -my adventure / outstation / travel watch (560RM)

MQ-27 on faux lizard -my dress watch (90RM)

Baltany D12 -my casual / daily wear watch (460RM)

I would also like a traditional-looking hand-wind piece as my heirloom watch when I save more money, but for now these will have to do.

Collecting watches: hard to say goodbye…

Most people own just one good watch, maybe also a wedding present from the wife, even an old beater from university days. I have 16 watches currently and I don’t know which to wear most days. Having a choice of 4 watches for every occasion is a mild form of torture that weakens the will, also a waste of money.

I have long dreamt of that one mechanical watch -the one I will wear most of the time, plus only the requisite G-Shock nondescript CBP beater in tough solar. But seems my life didn’t turn out that way. One on wrist and one in the drawer. The simple life I couldn’t achieve for lack of planning.

And I believe that a lot of things in life are like watches. If you don’t plan ahead and research, you’ll end up poorer, shorthanded, and saddled with misery. That said, each watch is a different experience, and leads down paths to various persuasions, when finally, it consummates in the magnum opus of your life, a best-selling book and side income to look forward to. More later…

Seems I’ve defeated the Covid pushed onto me. No sore throat or cough this morning. No fever either. Unfortunately, the curse of ‘Prince William’ who is dying for revenge on good Christian Asians continues to vex Malaysia. This after Liew witches destroyed many of his subjects. Collective punishment for all Asians. We need ‘failure management’ and to give him ‘emotional damage’.

Still not peaceful enough to write my novella. Also I need a good opening line / vector. Something surreal yet purposeful and direct.

https://www.europastar.com/brand-index/1004113187-tenor-dorly.html My TD was apparently made in late 1970, 54 years old this year. Iirc I’ve had it 3 years now. An odd looking but charming squarish piece. One of a kind. No need for another watch just yet.

Retrofitted the original strap from my MQ-27 dress onto my JP1060 Aqualand diver with a bit of clipping. Ironically, my smallest watch’s strap is now on one of the largest watches I have! Also discovered how to disable the JPs dive sensors which suck battery. Just switch modes to chronograph and back again afterwards. Now it can be my go-to shower-with watch.

Talked a lot about the coming Tribulation and family issues. How we carry Christ’s / Mary’s bloodline or a portion of it, and how it bestows gifts of Spirit upon us. And that it’s time to clean up our act. To be in that number going up with Jesus or whatever is your prophet. More later…

In a major change of heart, I have decided to wear a very generic yet tough watch which isn’t CBP (cheap black plastic), as my EDC. The honor falls to my humble Baltany, made in China. With sapphire crystal, screw down crown, and 35mm bead blasted case, it was a natural choice to pair with the flea market nylon 2 piece strap. Something smallish, round, with hands on a quality band, metallic-looking. Just right!

Coding away...

It's Sunday and I'm working sporadically on my app: whatWatch, which is a watch selection guide based on the user's preferences in an RBSEJ template as well as the model which interested him / her initially. A user may want a better watch or a cheaper alternative, or something similar that suits a different lifestyle paradigm altogether.

Initially, the program will be command line and there will be a lite version for free. The full version will also do strap to watch matching and cost $5. May have a GUI of some sort and a widget form to go with a web browser, something like Task Manager. If it becomes a hit I will sell watch dealers and companies spaces in the database.

Wearing my Tenor-Dorly automatic on a pale olive 2 piece nylon, double thickness. It’s supple, comfy, and matches this 50 year old beat-up watch perfectly. Have to start downloading and organizing my watch data based on 24 years experience as a collector of affordables and fan of luxuries. It may take a few weeks.

* * *

The TD dropped from a foot high onto the wood floor of my bedroom as I was blogging. Getting forgetful. Now it’s gaining 1s / hour. Still okay. I can always open it up and nudge the regulator lever.

My TD seems set to gain 14s / day. Used to be 8s prior to the drop. That’s acceptable. Above, I found an Orient Star Classic for half price, used with box and papers. What a steal! I just need to earn another couple hundred bucks to get it. Thinking cap on.

Am writing a story, maybe a novel in the end, to finish in a month from now. I have a plot and characters. Just to flesh it out convincingly.

Had a good dinner of tofu with Takoyaki sauce fried mince. This is a sweeter, sourish slightly tomato-like sauce compared to Teriyaki which can be bitterish savory. Dying to get started on my novel(la) soon.

* * * 

Came under heavy fire last night but escaped by taking a Rivotril. Fergie has another cancer. Skin cancer. And Kate, I suspect, has a colon wound. Mad ‘Prince William’ happily hiding behind them and lashing out at us Asians. Strange probing pains abound out of the UK. This is becoming the house of mutual tortures.

Will be working on my novel later, if time and telepathy permit. App is on hold for now.

Big dreams, small income…

I’ve resigned myself to being lower income for the rest of my life. Thus I have begun spending less if not more wisely. Making decisions to go with simpler, thus cheaper, more durable solutions, buying pre-owned, and riding a bicycle instead of driving a car. I will not have an MT-G, just my GA2200. I won’t own a suit or nice shiny shoes, just my Teva Winsted sandals bought at a father’s day discount. And I will be happy, no complaints.

Getting my Gerber Shard in, I now can turn my attention to my watch recommendation database app. It will still be written in C, and available free on FreeLunch.my. Will begin after a good lunch cooked by Dad’s aunt. I love watches so this will be fun. More later…

After a light lunch, I’m settling in to code. Thought I might as well upgrade my skills to C++ which will take some learning. Hope it’s worthwhile. Using Visual Studio which is cool but harder to navigate than RHIDE back in college. Will watch some videos and begin downloading watches into categories of RBSEJ format.

Watched Mosh on YouTube explain C++. Am almost ready to write my watch app. Swept my room. Had a good loo earlier. Am not constipated anymore this afternoon. Checking on my EDCs:

1. Teva Winsted sandals
2. Oakley Plazma shades
3. Casio w800h
4. Caribee backpack, small
5. Grubber space blanket
6. Thin rain poncho
7. Lotion
8. Soap
9. Toothpaste
10. Toothbrush
11. Spork
12. Lighter
13. Serviettes
14. Keys on carbiner
15. Gerber Shard
16. Zip wallet, big, $100, rail card, ID, ATM card
17. Nokia smartphone, basic
18. Multicolor pen

Soon we will be living in a poor neighborhood with no security. Will dress in cheaper clothes and wear a cheap watch. Not put on my expensive things until I reach the train. Been looking for a smaller sunglasses case.

My cash at hand is around 1kRM. Sufficient for unexpected spending, here in Malaysia. Dad has 35kRM stashed in the bank. That should be enough for a medical emergency or two. Other than that, the folks have deep savings that will eventually become my inheritance, seeing as how I’m mentally disabled and pushed onto a witchy Asian family of preventers. My own family is lately all about prophecy, expecting me to fulfill God’s coming. And the economy ails, and the Covid spreads, and life is lived one day at a time. I have 37kRM in my EPF. But that money will only be withdraw-able during the height of the world crisis before the Rapture. 

In the meantime, I have to accept that I’ll always be lower income. That I won’t have many nice things or food, or nice places to go to. All this while being harangued in the mindspaces and destroyed in the flesh, really for nothing but the irrational fear of the guilty.

Fiction: My Malaysia PART-3

-PART 3-

It was 2:30am when I was swung awake somewhat abruptly by an accusing dream. Voices in the back of my head, remnants from a murder I committed in my sleep. Was anyone hurt? Asked one. You're not the person you think you are, said the other.

I looked at my hands, the hands that gave up being kind and tolerant, to smash dead a Pinoy girl who kept pushing over my iMac. These hands rubbed against the sides of my head, my sinking neck, as I sat on the futon in my room, in the shoebox house Mom and Dad had retired to. It was a week or so till CNY (Spring Festival).

Did I look down on a person of a supposedly ‘lower caste’, who gave in to the Americans, the West so readily while exporting their young ladies as domestic help to our country? Whatever the answer, murder was wrong. Yet so near to our celebration day, I was at a loss to repair more-so justify my further existence.

On a very long outing to the mall with my folks, I picked up a box cutter. The same basic tool that terrorists had used to hijack 5 American commercial jets years ago, that cost thousands of civilian lives. Something in me had to have one, a stubby blade on a fish body handle. It was a Malaysian design, made in China. Through the translucent plastic, I could see its double ended reversible blade. I caressed its undulating shape fixed by a single shiny new central screw. ‘Grabbit’ was printed on the navy-smoke plastic.

Cult popular or should I say infamous events had propelled the box cutter to fame, just like the AK-47, the Uzzi, the atomic bomb. So having one for myself gave me a strange contradictory satisfaction. The same satisfaction I had, while I thought up terrorist solutions to breaching western defenses, the same that was used in 9-11. When it actually came streaming over our satellite, into our living room, I felt that odd emotion -they had used my idea.

Holding my box cutter helped me exorcise my demons. I hadn’t realized that they were around me, corrupting my soul. I hadn’t understood why the woman touching Jesus’ clothes unlocked healing for her family. I didn’t fully accept I was flesh and blood, kept alive by Spirit. Yes, ‘alive’.

There was a massage parlor in Kota Raya, downtown Kuala Lumpur, where Pinoy workers and maids went to send home their wages, eat Filipino food, and to exchange news from their upper class employers. I walked in and enquired of their services.

To touch a Pinoy woman and be helpless before her, what might that help my wounded soul? Take off your clothes, said the masseur. You can lay your bag there, she pointed to a corner of the room. Meanwhile, she took off her shoes. I lay on the thin mattress of the massage bed, eyes closed, feeling like a slaver getting his shave from his slave. But this was my whole naked self, being twisted and knuckled by her peculiarly different hands and feet. They were like brown sugar mixed with seal sweat, if seals sweated. I remembered holding Ashiv’s hands. Those gritty gay fingers that oozed with passion, like reaching into a vagina.

At the end of it, I had a soft droop to show the 30-something Filipino woman, with her curly hair. She looked down at me through her mascara and blusher as I began to acquire girth. You should put on your underwear, she said, controlling her emotions. I sat there immovable though, hands clasped and head bowed. And I asked her, what’s your soul like? Because I could so lose yours or mine now. Are you not afraid to be naked before God? She asked. No, I replied. Then, do you want my child? We looked at one another and I said, I guess I really wanted everything good and everything bad. There were beads in her hand and she told me, you’re forgiven. 

It was the happiest I’d been in days. No doubt my happy dog’s paw prints on my school shirt, back when I was 16 were more treasured than our maid’s subtle scent on the morning’s pressed and washed uniform. But I now understood the meaning of so many things that God had created diverse yet the same. And the act of murder, a common corruption insinuated through lack of truth, was indeed put to rest.

Martina and I made love. Where have you been? She asked, smelling my body. To a temple, I said.

-END OF PART 3-

Waiting on Revelations…

Many are hoping for an early Rapture. Which is the taking up of Christians or other true believers in God, prior to the Tribulation. My interpretation was that most believers will remain until the 7th trumpet, just before the bowls of wrath. This means we have to go through a period of at minimum, circa 4 years from now which is 2027-2028. 

By that time, strange supernatural things will occur and violent geological transformations, together with despotic fascism and wanton pleasure seeking. Believers must be strong as we will be protected though not all fully safe. This comes after Matthew’s “Immediately after the Tribulation of those days…” which refers to the cessation of popular persecution of Christ’s followers which marks Rev. 6th seal, by which time, the good souls under the Altar (5th seal) reach their required number.

I know this sounds unfair to the suffering masses, but Matthew again reminds us, “… a time of trouble unlike any, since the beginning of nations and never will be again”. This means we have to fight for our rights. Otherwise should every Christian not have jobs or bear child? More later…

Focusing my efforts to succeed in life, even knowing evil times are ahead. I should be succeeding for God’s plan and purpose. Absorbing evil telepathy of the New Atlantis empire to come just sucks. Later today, we read from Daniel, in the mindspaces, and will be looking at the 7 year peace treaty of the Antichrist and whether it begins this year, seeing as how a full blown middle east war is predicted.

I need a killer app. And readem may not be it. Think I may make a watch picker program. It will help people find a suitable upgrade or lower priced substitute. Will work on it after lunch. Think it may be a Windows / Linux graphical application, compiled in C.

Was thinking it would function better as a cli program with some basic feedback cues. Ate several sour bananas for lunch. Dad is back from hospital in good spirits. He doesn’t need a heart operation. Many relations and westerners talking to me through Mom. This is quite painful for my stroke condition.

Thinking to go from start 2024 to end 2027 before a save from Christ is stimulating as it is stressful. With a mental condition like mine, it is even deadly fearful. Mainly thoughts and prayers of fellow believers keep me afloat from being a bloodstain on the pavement. 3 hours till I get my own Gerber Shard. May carry the Grabbit cutter in my backpack as it’s super cheap and light. War in the mindspace has begun to escalate. Many believers now slaying the common vanilla antichrists, who fell for the witchy Satanic ploys, with my help. They should have stayed out of telepathy / Spirit.

Curtain of love…

I’ve been feeling loved and cared for for some days now. It’s partly my possessions, my healthier lifestyle and the weekly routine of going out with the folks to ‘good energy’ places. Maybe also, I’ve come to terms with many things or people I’ll never own or achieve and so too my followers in mindspace. Just taking each day slow, not having too much expectations, traveling light, lusting less. The economy should eventually collapse all round the world, then war, and persecution. Have to be careful what I wear, not to look too rich or poor.

I have this notion that a Gerber Shard will be my trusty travel companion in the months ahead. Of course, I still have a Swiss Army Knife ready at home. At under 50RM, about $10, it’s affordable and appears useful in many situations. Will be out to Montanic which is near my house to buy one if still available.

USD to RM is 4.71 today. Last November it was nearly 4.8. Readying for spending less where possible unless I win the UpLink challenge decision next month. Scams and desperate cash grabs abound. Will civil unrest follow? Will Sultan Ibrahim hold the last rotating kingship of Malaysia before the rapture?

So I didn't make the cut for the 1.5 million Euro share-out from UpLink. That's okay. To make up for it, I will have to work a bit harder on my existing projects. I will try to push out a useful new app tonight, maybe it will earn me something. Got the idea from finding it hard to read things like novels, textbooks etc. Also Montanic was closed so I got the Shard online from ThomasTools which is costlier. No celebration wristwatch this CNY, I'm afraid. Just war and austerity.

To get a reader through a book, milestones can be set and hints given as to when and where to expect interesting things. What to look for and forward to. "Readem" a useful app for the oppressed who would put down a novel undeservedly.

Taking today slow. Was able to loo well, in 2 sessions so am not constipated on our grocery shopping day. Am tasked with destroying Liew witchy resistance which I shall try. Got the PDFs converted to text, and the ePubs too. Now for the C programming.

Today someone viewed DogBlots. Someone -just one, also downloaded Sea of Storms and other Stories from FreeLunch.my probably from my post on Tumblr. Hope they like my tales and share them.

Cooked scallops and broccoli with scrambled eggs in Chinese sauces, Fatboi noodles to go with Mom’s chicken soup. A hasty dinner as we all are tired from the marathon shopping trip to Mutiara this morning to afternoon. Will try to do some coding afterwards. I got a new utility knife for just 60 cents, to use for making STT pieces.

Smilesolar diver leaving the stable soon…

I have decided to hand down my Q&Q / Citizen diver to my cousin from the north. It’s a useful, nondescript, tough 200m WR watch with solar charging. Looks good on matching aftermarket NATO. The bezel is useful for timing things and no battery change worries, no screw down crown to strip. He’s building a nascent collection just like I have, maybe out of boredom from being held back from success.

Didn’t do much today, just some blogging and talking inventions with mind friends. Tomorrow, will write my online novella. More later…

It seems I will receive my craft cards this morning. Ahh, a lot to do. Feeling cared for as I sip Robert Timms coffee in my bedroom-office with the box fan circulating after a warm shower with Good Virtues and a change of tee shirt.

Writing a new song: 'Pieces of Me' and the draft lyrics so far go like this:

Pieces of me

Float before my eyes

Or do you know when

I'll go blind

Fragments of a heart

Pulling for a soul

Crying for a breath

Yet so old

Pictures of you

Come down the stairway

Pictures of smiles

Cut away their eyes

Pieces of… me

The chords are a bit difficult. I will sort them out later.

Thinking maybe I should give my cousin a better watch that’s more interesting. Maybe he can have my Prospex diver instead. My now long term affair with Casio watches continues. Plastic is IN. Shiny metal, out. I’m discovering my lifestyle is more casual and low end, yet high tech. Tho not at hectic smartwatch levels. My cousin, on the other hand is buying SS with zeal. He should have one of my steel watches.

Not much is getting done. Playing with Puppy Linux. Eating good food. Blogging sporadically. Fixing mindspace trouble. May head out this afternoon, maybe to Kuala Lumpur on a long walk. Want to visit JamMayMay again to have a look around.

Been keeping close to home lately. Didn’t go out far after all. Exercising, running, pottering around the house, grocery shopping, eating at the mamak with Dad. Feeling cared for. Cutting down frivolous purchases and things that don’t have long term value. Come to terms with a lower cashflow and a simpler life. By September, I could save up to 3.5kRM, almost $700. As expected, Iran has struck Israeli targets with long range ballistic missiles. This is WW3 in the making. And I wonder hypocritically what happens to the money I put away?

My essential EDCs are:

1. puffy zip up wallet
2. keys on carbiner w/ Gerber Shard
3. Multicolor pen
4. Nokia basic smartphone
5. Grubber space blanket
6. thin rain poncho
7. energy bar

All in my compact Caribee backpack. I also wear Teva Winsted light hiking sandals most of the time and Oakley Plazmas sometimes. My watch is just a basic Casio.

Fiction: My Malaysia PART-2

-PART 2-

The back lane of our house was where everyone in the neighborhood sold their wares. It had become that sort of economy -people helping people. Yea there were some luxurious Turkish delights as well as the more commonplace items like cheap brown bread and coconut cream rice with anchovy sambal salsa wrapped in banana leaf. I had a stand there myself: just a money box and a tray of my papaya buns, 5 for 5RM. Together with fees from giving piano lessons, I made just enough to eek by every month. Granted, as a mentally challenged person, I received a fair amount of subsidies.

Ashiv liked papaya. I've never tasted confectionaries these good, he told me point blank. How do you make them? He asked. Key lime, their zest, and mayo, I replied. Plus the papaya has to be firmish. I just can't stop, Ashiv replied, between bites of the hot-dog shaped bun. He licked his fingers like a sensuous woman as I watched him, feeling excited. It must have shown because he soon came out to me: I'm gay. If you have a problem with that, it's not your fault. Nor yours, I replied. He melted at once.

The Pope says gay marriage is okay, said Ashiv. But what is marriage but license to be closer to a person than legal otherwise? I replied. Sex is spiritual, ownership is of the world. And what of same sex? He asked. Whatever it is written to be in your vows, I said. He sat in the corner of my room while I tapped lightly on the keys of the baby grand. I have to go, he announced, looking troubled. It was a long while until I saw the young man again.

It cost 2RM for an hour of tennis at the house down the road. Jerry's back yard had been converted into a faceted gel wall and hard court where players could hit like squash and receive the balls back at the correct speed and spin. All I had was an old Dunlop Pro I got off the seconds rack at Sports Direct, one trip to Kuala Lumpur. The handle was wrapped with sport tape and the strings were budget spinners from Decathlon. To save money, someone had invented a tensor vending machine. All you had to do was roughly string the head and slot your racket into the cabinet which would tighten up everything and knot-seal it in place for 1RM -took just 10 seconds.

The pretty Euro girl I was hitting with on Jerry's wall-court turned to me and said, it's SO hot. Yes, it is, I said. Everyday mostly. I was referring to your game, she laughed. Really, I said, standing taller. No, your other game. Sett? I inquired. It was a simple but devilish tic-tac-toe clone with 3 levels of pieces and Scrabble-like scoring. Played it on the plane -in the gaming room. How so? I asked. It's short and sweet and good for after gambling drinks. We play it with our winnings chips. I was humbled and nodded slightly. Come on, she said, tilting her head. I followed her to the backpackers' hotel round the block. 

Since the once weekly making outs with my very short ex-girlfriend I knew from university in Manchester, I had had no further partners. What's your name, I asked, anticipation growing. Martina, she replied. She pulled her tennis dress off her lanky frame and stepped into the curtain of filtered rain and recycled water that poured perpetually down the raised concrete trough of tropical plants, the centerpiece of the common bath area. What about you? She called out. It IS hot, I said, joining in.

Are you a Malay Malaysian? she asked. Why? Because this would be wrong according to your constitution. To touch, to fall in love? I asked. I had not expected a debate but Martina had a sharp intellect. I was a student of law in Switzerland she said.

Isn't it true you practice the ketuanan? She meant the superiority of the Malay race as opposed to the pendatang, or later migrants such as my parents. To mix with other superior races would help the ketuanan wouldn't it? I replied I didn't really know, but yes, genetic diversity is known to produce better children. Many sultans practiced it, not just in Malaysia. But the Malay religion is a barrier to genetic mixing, she said.

Malaysia is a one way street to heaven if not a moral cull de sac in many respects, I replied. Pitting race-religion against superiority-freedom is a contradiction born of colonial concessions made in poor, not to say bad faith.

If a constitution is this unclear it should be dispensed with. Didn't God make us male and female? She approached me, her bare skin dripping with rivulets of water. A constitution made under God's auspices makes it difficult for a suitable woman and man to make love. I didn't come all the way to your country to share an ice cream at IKEA. We have that already. I knew what she meant as I took her in my arms.

-END OF PART 2-

Coming together...

My life is settling down into a nice routine with things to make and sell, exercise and long walks, listening to my music thru Chi-Fi. Writing on and off. Not caring much about wealth or status. Sufficient clothes to wear and a healthier mind and body.

I am able to sit at my desk, clean my room, write songs, cook, and navigate a bit. Not too shabby for a stroke sufferer and so called psychotic!

Today was a good day. I worked out early, had a good breakfast in the dim of pre dawn. Prototyped STT pieces, and made lunch and dinner. Also did some writing. I did say the plot would thicken and it is beginning to in this installment of my online novel. Click on the filter ‘fiction’ in the sidebar. More later…

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Today started off early. I sent my racket for stringing at Decathlon with their store-brand spin strings. The whole job will cost 66RM. About 25RM less than elsewhere. Got fresh balls as my niece had my last Wilson AO. Artengo Comfort pressurized trainers for under 5RM per ball. Feel excellent in weight, size and bounce. Color is very bright neon yellow-green. Parcel of cardstock should arrive in PJ today all the way from Johor. I still have quite a few irons in the fire.

Succeeded in getting my tennis racket restrung. Quite playable, this Dunlop Apex Pro frame. I shall be moving on a tennis coaching assistant job in the near future. Or at least to hope where hope itself is wearing thin as we approach bitter times. My cardstock is late. Maybe tomorrow. Then I can craft my game pieces. Today, will write another installment of My Malaysia on my sister blog, DogBlots. Just take things slow.

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It’s late. I just brushed after taking my meds, after making everyone a good pasta dinner. Engagements in mindspace on the core insurgents taking place now. Thinking I will take a break from running tomorrow since this has been a hectic week.

Battery changes…

I had my Aqualand’s battery changed last year for 35RM, around $7. It will probably last another 6 to 7 years. My Baltany is up for one soon, but not sure exactly when. Then my GBD200, in maybe 5 years time, my MQ-27 I can do myself, the w800h which should last another 9 years. Been wearing the GA2200 a lot lately and it will need a new silver oxide cell in maybe 5 years. Also my Q&Q moonphase.

The 2200 uses very little power, hands moving once every 20 seconds. I estimate it uses a quarter the power of a Swatch which takes a similar battery, and could go 10 years without too much fiddling with functions. This is good as I plan to wear this watch most of the time. At 46mm across, it’s not too big. It’s also quite slim and the aftermarket elastic NATO, very comfortable. I have gotten many compliments on the 2200 with its gray, marbled plastic case that looks like rock or ceramic. Hard to accept that this is my ultimate EDC watch. Just $100.

No news from UpLink on my water management proposal. No feedback on my writings much. Feeling like being in a desert of wealth complete with evil biting mosquitoes. So much trouble in the world, I mustn’t be materialistic. Think I will do a weekly 5 minute gospel show on my channel starting mid weeks.

My ‘adventure’ in FreeCAD 3D modeling nears its end. Took a while to figure out how to constrain a sketch and duplicate, fuse parts together. Must remember the stacking trough tolerances of 0.5mm. Testing paper STT pieces, more like cardstock. Saves a lot of money and time. Good ideas take a while to come.

A watch should say a lot about its owner. I think my 2200 defines me quite well. My watch has to be ostentatiously plastic and not flashy, polished, or colorful. Feeling like getting something new, circa 200RM this CNY but am not sure.

Gospel condensed…

I’ve been asked indirectly and directly to teach about God and human relationships. So this post will be entirely on gospel. If you aren’t Christian, it will still help. There is nothing offensive with truth!

Pleasure, wealth and status, things that puff up or corrupt the inside (and buff up the outside), things like drugs that help us forget our troubles which stemmed from seeking vengeance or sex, or money. Lies and careless talking, obscure the truth about others or ourselves, and leave us high and dry on deserted islands of unbelief, by which I mean apostasy from our values and promises.

Do not fall for the traps of desperate and clever people who’ve indulged in the above, grand and heroic as they may seem, they lie in a bed of their own making while tossing nails and embers onto our resting places. Disfiguring our countenances with their twisted natures.

God calls to everyone. He is wise and kind, slow to anger, quick to forgive. He gives us carry only what we can bear. He does not break our hearts. The Spirit guides the hand of the faithful, and is a protection of the brave and righteous, a friend of the wise. His is the better way. The way of the meek, the gentle, the innocent, the pure, and those who’ve overcome, by which I mean, have known both good and evil and chosen wisely the way through!

I cannot prove anything spiritual to you, but to show you what transpires everyday in the world, practically in plain sight. So be wary and careful, and show good sense. Intelligence is the result of having thoughts. Thoughts, the result of intelligence. Goodness, the filtration between the two thereof. Filtration, the result of heart. Heart the arm of soul, being simply the breath of the Holy Spirit through the vessel of our body and its genetic inheritance.

New horizons…

I’ve swung back into work mode today, making a pasta dinner and modeling the STT pieces in FreeCAD on my used ThinkPad x250. Haven’t been writing my online novella as I’m not at peace right now. Will brew another cup of Robert Timms tonight as I work on the modeling. At least some sanity is returning to the mindspaces. News of the Epstein scandal, big fish may fall hard. What in blazes did these guys think they were up to? Too many rich people squeezed into too little mind / emotional space probably!

May meet up with my cousin again later this week. Mom seems to think we should. More later…

Heading out mall soon. 3D modeling is going well. It should be done in an hour or so after we come home. Not sure which watch to wear out.

Back from a harrowing outing to the mall. Had Arab rice and a cold Milo. Pestered all the way by desperate people who crossed the line in the mindspace. Now their prince appears, Barneous of the witchy Liew 6. Strong gusts of wind outside. Fired up FreeCAD again for more modeling work.

Unexpected bugs in my model, wrong constraints. Fusing doesn’t work all the time. Need to be more systematic. This may take a few hours to figure out. Meanwhile evil bitching in the mindspaces. Was just viewing the GravityMaster I covet and maybe I’ll pass, the 2200 being good enough. Jesus would be proud of me, putting my potential winnings to better use.

Alwyn Uys on YouTube predicts major events this coming September. I don’t know how he gets his info but it’s been accurate.

My new Walkman…

It’s been a while since I had an mp3 player. Since my good friend Raja put my Shuffle through the wash while we were in rehab. This morning I bought myself the Sony NWZ-B183F. It takes mp3, no Flac or AAC and has an FM radio built in. Handy gadget to have for $50. Came with some free tracks and a pair of Sony earbuds but I just used my Vidos instead.

The interface is pretty good. I managed to navigate smoothly after a sharpish but short learning curve. Mainly difficult because the buttons are all over the player’s sturdy metal shell. The NZW connects easily via USB, no cable needed and the internal storage folders can be accessed from Windows Explorer. There is a folder for recordings you can make from the radio, no doubt good for social media.

Build quality of this player is excellent which you’d expect for the price vs. feature set. There is a bass boost which the Vidos obviously do not require, and an EQ, among other settings. Far more to enjoy compared to Apple’s minimalist, discontinued Shuffle.

Although it came out in 2014, 10 years ago, I quite enjoyed the exuding retro-ness, listening to lower-fi mp3 instead of the more detailed m4a. Call me nostalgic. As I listened to my record rips I sipped excellent Robert Timms coffee, a gift from my cousin Down Under. Life is still good to me in several remaining ways.

Fiction: My Malaysia PART-1

Stephen King tried writing an online novel which failed. How I can succeed if the master himself failed? Well, here are the first 1k words of “My Malaysia”.

My Malaysia

Malaysia used to be very different, not so long ago. I shouldn't be the one to say this as I wasn't born here, but really in Australia, 47 years ago. Near the then newly cleared outback where they were constructing Canberra -Oz's planned capital city.

But that hot and dry day, we were standing on the rim of Borneo's Bakun dam, where I had proposed a modification to the turbine feeds. Just a simple laminar module that when inserted into the shaft, sped up the outflow of water more towards the edges of the turbine blades for a 300% increase in power.

There hadn't up to now, been a Malaysian innovation so exportable. Our government-linked firm had easily won the contract to modify China's Three Gorges Dam and collected their extremely generous reward. Nothing like beating reliance on US controlled oil and gas to the hungry Chinese economy.

Earlier that year, I had influenced, by petition, a 'yes' to the joint Malaysian-Thai construction of the shipping canal that would effectively split our peninsular into an island. Talks went on late into the humid night, about a new regional capital in the Malay heartland, by the mouth of the new canal. "Kota Madani", was the mooted name for the soon to be bustling port city. And with the East Coast High Speed Rail Link, it meant that east of the Bintang range would at last develop. Exactly how, and how much was up to the Sultans as it involved a huge projection of power between Johor and Singapore in the south. Power to change lives for the better -Malay and Chinese, together.

This was not to mention the transformation that solar latices were making Down Under. Previously thought to be impossible due to strong gusts, the looping latices and expanding-contracting wind catcher-buds had made renewable energy a viable option to coal in Australia for the first time. I had not been to my birth country in 43 years and due to the Covid pandemic, had been avoiding long haul flights abroad. I longed to see these technologies deployed firsthand, to touch the metal, and to visit with my family, now settled in Melbourne.

One afternoon, as I was walking through Mutiara Damansara, I visited the manager's office. All the innovations I had made had given me a green pass to people such as I was about to ask, does anyone play the piano in the foyer anymore? No, she said. Not since the pandemic. He was this bald Korean guy with fingers faster than his memory, I said. Yes, the manager giggled. Should I play here instead? I asked. There's no budget for that, I was told. Then may I loan your baby grand? She nodded, if you pay to have it moved.

The house me and my folks had in Paramount Gardens was practically a shoebox. Wind rushed straight through from the front door to the back, which opened up directly to the rear of an art gallery that used to be a Chinese coffee shop wet kitchen. There is a picturesque lane of houses crawling up a slope nearby where owners had stood flowerpots and painted their walls in coordinated sunny hues, kind of like a Malaysian Spanish Steps, or something you'd see in a San Fran neighborhood. I liked the idea of having our back door open, with the breeze coming in. So one day I made a petition for it as well.

Nora was a tall and weedy Malay 20-something who wandered into our house one late afternoon after prayers on Friday. She said she could hear a piano as she leaned in on my room door which was ajar. Are you playing Mozart, she asked? No, but I'm trying to do it -something similar, I replied. She laughed good naturedly, in a gentle way, if Mozart were drunk, she said. I am very avantgarde, I defended myself. As am I, she said. She sat down by me on the bench and began to unspool her own music. "I had a feeling it would end this way, no more to say, just the breaking of the waves..." Nora sang the sad lullaby -a tale of jealousy among her people, as I accompanied on bamboo flute. At the end, we both had a good laugh -at how well we coordinated.

She turned to leave, so I called, can I see you again tomorrow? For it was just before the weekend. Maybe, she thought. And her eyes were dark like ripe kurma (dates), her lashes like the drizzles of sweet date nectar. And her unvarnished lips said, -not. Not? My heart fell. Her hands went to the pin of her tudung (hijab) and hesitated there. My place is better, she smiled conspiratorially.

The Korean pianist did eventually turn up, albeit at a more posh location -the TRX Exchange. As Mutiara gently degraded into a Thai-Singaporean-held economy oriented strip of malls. I knew the baby K. Kawai was mine to keep!

Caitlin was only 15 when she came for piano lessons with me. There were no other teachers nearby so her Mom dropped her off at my place from just a kilometer away. I know who you are, she said, rocking and squeezing her full breasts as she made a downturned 'v' with her tensed arms. You're the Mehedi! No, of course not, I corrected, I'm Christian -and it's a job called the Madani evangelist. But you're a prophet, she continued undiscouraged. No, not at all. I just have a ticket to heaven from Jesus and can read people through their expressed thoughts and behaviors. I'm just another bucket in the bucket line to save the world, and you've passed me your bucket.

Haha- Caitlin laughed openly. Prophecy is like launching a rocket. Ever heard of the rocket launch train wreck? Or how an arrow bends like crazy just after you fire it? No, she pouted. Well, prophecy has to be moved and then it moves. A very heavy thing moved from far behind generates a lot of commotion, sometimes suffering -if you weren't spiritually prepared.

She had then wandered into our kitchen and began pouring herself some Robert Timms black coffee. Do you think I'm fat? She asked. Actually, yes, a little -but don't be offended. Fat people deserve love too, she cooed. I think we should get engaged. My Mom can get us the rings. I didn't know what to say and must have looked like a gutted roasted chicken so Caitlin smiled at her good fortune. And we carried on the lesson.

-END OF PART 1-