Without anchor, my life adrift…

It’s nearly the 29th of February and we come to meet the prophecy, “3 days of darkness” during which nobody should leave their homes. And I was hoping to run in the morning before it gets light. I first heard of it way back in the 80s from a Catholic friend. Supposed to destroy certain enemies of the Lord and maybe test the faithful. I will be worried if dawn doesn’t break tomorrow.

Despite dealing a blow to the witchy Liew family, my life is still haphazard as it has been for the past month or more. Nothing much is getting done and my feelings are muddled with others’ thoughts and cares, from far away, and the worries of people I know closely. I’m trying to find an anchor in a storm of world upheavals, in and out of mindspace. Maybe I should embark on something bigger than what I’ve been used to. But my mental disability prevents me.

Think I will write a longer guitar song and record it. More later.

Thief of Lowly Hearts

I don’t look twice about it

Who made all their money off me

I wipe my tears away

Somehow I’m often in their thoughts

Yea, one day the game will change

The hunt’r become the hunted

The bull be in its cage

Oh, the thieves of lowly hearts be caught

(instrumental)

More later…

The song is wrapping up well. Keeping it simple. There is a chord set change between the 1st and 2nd verse which I did well at and then the instrumental part mirrors the melody roughly at first then verbatim. I haven’t written the second half of it yet. Maybe just the same progression with different lyrics.

Feels good to be productive. Songs rank highly in the scheme of human invention / innovation. And they transcend technology, even most literature.

I’ve also modified my computer setup. Ditched the Kabini mini FreeBSD workstation for my Raspberry Pi 4 running Ubuntu Server and IceWM. So now I compute mainly on low power ARM devices.

Self-driving cars…

The race to develop a self-driving vehicle has hit a snag. The algorithm is unreliable. There basically are 4 functions to call, which run inside a loop.

While driving:

    1 is relative stationary

    2 is relative moving

    3 is relative accelerating

    4 is relative contacting

1 : the car and / or an object scanned is stationary. The action to take is simply to loop again

2 : the car and / or an object scanned is moving. The action to take is to test for 3, 4, 1

3 : the car and / or an object scanned is accelerating. The action to take is to test for 4, 1, 2

4 : the car and / or an object scanned is contacting. The action to take is to test for 1, 2, 3

Of course, the software must track multiple objects differentiated from one another, including walking people, road barriers, shop fronts, and parked private jets. More later…

Unfortunately, I could not work on my projects as ‘Prince William’ threatened nuclear war on Malaysia, lashing out at Christian Asians who once helped him, myself included. We are in a war on 2, 3 fronts sometimes. Given up by own family and friends to be afflicted. I did manage to frighten the Liew 6 with dirty threats of my own. Hopefully they will not fight / cheat using telepathy again. 

Beating stress…

Stress can come from without and within. No amount of mental-physical assuaging will help when stress comes from another person or mind. But when it comes from within, it is easily handled by things like a good meal, a shower, a gift, or a vacation.

Outer stress can only be pushed around, so some may tell you. Give your phantom worries and their bullying ways to some other person. Even religion is eventually ground down by evil picking that destroys the mind, the body then the soul. Outer stress must be solved either by teaching or by beating, or both. Giving out wisdom and appearing powerful is the only way to survive a psychic attacker or a manipulative family member.

This is more easily said than done. How many have remembered my methods and explanations, spoken in mindspace so earnestly over the past months / years?

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Getting fresh funds in this afternoon. Just the usual $100 to last a month. Will be heading out on a long walk this Saturday, maybe. Coding vrs is progressing again at last. And I am writing a new short story “The Living Square” for this blog. Also making an iPad keyboard (Mollusk) out of clear plastic that covers the on-screen keypad. Very excited over these projects as we move into March. More later…

Psych clinic went well. I got my Arip jab over with and may walk midweek. The weather is very hot lately and I have to use the a/c to relax. Also the shower. Want to try out my new shaver tomorrow as well.

Found out that my iPad 10 is by far the fastest computer I own. 3x faster than my i5 laptop, much faster than my last Mac, a MacBook Air (Haswell). I’ve been slimming the OS down to maximize available RAM which is 4GB. 6GB would be better. Also offloading unused apps. I have 3 apps open for browsing, writing, and coding.

Reckoning the Rapture...

I have been using Bill's excellent Hebrew gematria resource below to research the number 204, Aleph, Kaf, Gimel.

https://www.billheidrick.com/works/hgm2/hg0200.htm

So he says, 204 is:

"to gather; to assemble, to fold up; gaining, hiring.

to beat to pieces, to pound or crush to power; to be beaten out; to be beaten small; to break in pieces."

This ties in with the Rapture. If you believe in three resurrections that occur for Jews, Gentiles, and of the faithful Church which some assume comes first. Sources indicate the '204' Rapture is the one at the 7th trumpet of Revelations which has to occur by 2028.

We shall see. More later...

This March 6th 2024, is ABY 7b:

“Will you please get rich sooner?” said a prospecting mother of a schizophrenic daughter. “My stars don’t see me having much luck with money,” said Elder Brother Yeap, “so I have made other plans” “You’re the ideal man for mentally ill women, if you must know, and the birth time readings from the I Ching have always linked you to my daughter and our family” Elder Brother Yeap summoned the collective wisdom and prophesied, “The time for handing down and giving away is near, which is a cause for worry, both for the rich like you and for the less wealthy like me. Dignity is the first bequeathment. The poor man hands down his belt. The arms of parenthood make up the second bequeathment. The poor man hands down his watch. Therefore do not be embarrassed to speak while sitting at a meeting with a triangular space between your shirt or blouse and trousers or skirt. Do not be tardy yet seemingly obsessed with replacing your timepiece, much bumped and scratched”

And this falls on sheep-snake day, where sheep dominates. Sources indicate this date is significant to God’s salvation plan and may be the start of deadly earthquakes, covert military action, long range weapons being employed, close cooperation between Christians from east to west, to crush their spiritual enemies in and out of the mindspaces. More later…

Turns out I have only one pair of shorts that needs a belt -my Millet hiking shorts. Millet refers to the division of religious groups coexisting during Ottoman times. On the 6th of March, by the ABY, I should put these shorts on, perhaps? And wear my MudMan solar watch, as there may be a pole shift which I can tell by its compass. And I would be in our new house (loo loo lemon / omega) at Paramount where there is a park to gather / wait in. But more importantly, will there be a pax Arabia by then?

Ezk 4:9  Take thou also unto thee wheat, and barley, and beans, and lentiles, and millet, and fitches, and put them in one vessel, and make thee bread thereof, according to the number of the days that thou shalt lie upon thy side, three hundred and ninety days shalt thou eat thereof.

There appear thus to be 390 days from 6 March 2024 until ‘204’ Rapture.

Luk 21:20  And when ye shall see Jerusalem compassed with armies, then know that the desolation thereof is nigh. 

This proves that there is a separate Rapture for Jesus’ followers. As at the time of the fateful siege, the remnant of good folk is a mix of Moslem, Christian and Jew, plus some heathen deity worshippers. And this would occur on 31st March 2025 [edited from 9 Jan 2025] which is 1e in the ABY.

1Th 4:16  For the Lord himself shall descend from heaven with a shout, with the voice of the archangel, and with the trump of God: and the dead in Christ shall rise first:

1Th 4:17  Then we which are alive and remain shall be caught up together with them in the clouds, to meet the Lord in the air: and so shall we ever be with the Lord.

Paul teaches of the Rapture of the Church at the 6th seal. This is of course way before the 7th trumpet rapture of ‘204’.

Fiction: Curves in the Right Places

"...we are eating fresh garlic shoots.
They are like fish, very shapely, very seductive.”

 

-- Ba Ling Translated by Meifu Wang and Michael Soper

 

What does it mean when you delight in the layered waves of a woman's hair? Is it a seduction --but more importantly, why?

The rolling of the ocean intensified towards midnight. Across the stretch of tank obstacle jacks in rusted steel and concrete. Indeed her skin felt like that of an adulteress, clammy and over warm. Perhaps it was just the tropical night air.

In the privacy of our cube, at the evacuation center, and we had one on the rooftop, she shook her blond locks loose. They fell about her shoulders like strands of carbon fiber. Straight hair means peace, the inverse of jealousy. Every planet that has a moon, it's gravity causing tides, winds, like Saturn's rocky rings, forces that rake through a person's DNA in externally visible ways, separating hair into locks, locks into curls. And the surf began to beat brashly against the wave breakers.

God shouldn't have had children, she said.

As I shouldn't have you.

She looked distant and platonic though I knew her womb throbbed for me while it was past the age of child-bearing.

What have you saved? She asked.

Nothing much, I replied. Just an old iPad and some peripherals.

In the rush to escape martial law in the Eurozone, she had flown over to the Spice Isles where she had friends, abandoning her home and family of 4 being tugged apart by conflicting doctrines and emotions. She only had time to grab a small knapsack she kept ready with her passport and some cash, a smattering of small conveniences.

When we touch, our skin should tingle -that's love, tears were in her eyes.

And what happened to your hair?

I buzz it down.

Can I touch it?

Yes, so she ran her small hands over my bald head pin-pricked with new stubble. Down my cheekbones, shaved clean, and into the corners of my lips which opened to her tenderness -at long last. And her skin began to spark against mine like vinegar mixed with wine on the tongue.

We were interrupted by the ration tin clanking on the concrete outside. And a brusque rap against our tent cube.

Fish and garlic shoots, I said as we shared it and the meager portion of boiled rice which I supplemented with wheat flakes from my backpack.

She found the food delicious, what else did you pack? There was a smile on her face that came from being cared / provided for.

Well, I have a Wave Keys keyboard, and an ergonomic gaming mouse, other stuff I bought just before the revolution. Oh yes --which includes my new Panasonic wet/dry shaver. Looks like a Porsche. I fished out the curvaceous gadget in jet black and handed it to her. You can take care of this, as if it were an engagement ring.

Fine gold hairs could just be seen on her rosy skin. I left her in the cube to tend to her female needs.

Are curves, therefore wisdom? Like grass growing on the rolling Scottish hills, are they any less clever? Like rock worn smooth by desert sandstorms, are they somehow more inspiring? Like fine whiskers, does the hand of a man suffer to announce itself to his wife's skin? And when like Chinese limestone hills, what is weaker is worn away and the crags of our internal works peek through, is that the face of forever --the purpose of our God?

 

You're rather clever, she said, as she perused my ergonomic peripherals to browse my writings on the tablet computer. It's any wonder why you're not more famous.

And you wrote a song...

Yes, I said. But Rebecca --she borrowed my flute.

Did you love with her --"Rebecca"? She was indignant.

Actually, when she heard the lilting sorrow, the exhortations, and the stroking joys of my song she did fall for me. She has wavy hair and is rather prosperous.

So she borrowed your flute?

Yes. It's long and very thick, a master grade. I don't expect to see it again.

And she never came back?

She loved the air I breathed through the DiZi, and for her that was enough. To know a friend, a man in heart, mind and spirit.

We slept beside one another in embrace, as it was cold in the early hours of the morning, her skin and hair feeling like brushed silk against my body. In her small hands, the svelte black, hooded head of the serpent. Fangs restrained by its inorganic steel war mask grille. So much had happened. And as I ran my hands over her Scottish hills, against her rock walls of steely determination, and through the gilded barbs of her thistle hair, I consoled myself of what might come next.

Does the TRX Apple store open tomorrow...

Planning an outing to TRX Exchange tomorrow to see if the rumored Apple Store will officially open. I used to be a Mac / iPhone guy but now run Unix, Windows, and a current model iPad. My phone is just a cheap Nokia C01 Plus. I do have good peripherals tho.

This morning's exercise routine lagged as I felt weary of living. But the payoffs of discipline are a healthy mind and body, and energy to complete my jobs and go through my day. Peace of mind that one's blood sugar / cholesterol is under control.

And it's also at this time that I return to iOS development on the cheap. I have just $120 in drawer savings right now, $100 in my wallet plus a bit in my debit card account. Had been spending quite a bit over Jan-Feb. But then the world is ending and my body, under attack.

That said, I have always wanted to visit an Apple Store, and to find one just an hour or so away from my home is a blessing. I will always wonder what California is like. More later...

Find myself gravitating towards wearing my Swatch Sistem51 lately. It’s a cheerful, whimsical design. When I find myself having those phantom feelings. I used to be focused when less people were in my nerves and steadfastly wore only 1 watch until I upgraded it.

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I was torn between owning a Dolphin water resistant flashlight with an 85m beam and replacing my broken trimmer. In the end, I passed on the flashlight and bought the $14 Panasonic shaver which is very nice for the price. A wet/dry model with a broad blade. Should make haircuts a breeze from now till the Rapture which must be soon so we hope.

Westerners trapped into sin by the Liew witchy 6 and their forces of doom lashed out at me when they found I couldn't be bought over. These are folks without the least shred of godliness left so we minced their DNA -easily. Don't mess with Christians in the Spirit!

Lots of people in Asia are also trapped into telepathic troubles. We hope to free them all by talking about the signs of Jesus / Ilahi's coming this afternoon. I will be taking from Gabriel who is constantly by our side due to the lying tongues of the Liew family of antichrists.

What really matters…

I’ve been thinking about what I’m interested in doing versus what sells these days. And in the face of thrill seekers and penny pinchers, I’ve seen a trend towards budget enjoyment. People want to have fun for less and fun that isn’t too intellectual. So I’ve come up with a text based game: 5 Hearts and a Dagger. Will be coding it tonight. More later…

My game morphs into an interactive eBook. I will be writing it soon, first to plot it. Want to watch some YouTube end times prophecies first.

 

This morning will be spent writing. If I do well, I could make my first sales, justify my expensive new keyboard. May have to break to take Mom to hospital later. A haze of child genius minds swarms around the faithful so we formed a circle to divide their spirit-souls that love to bully Christ's saved.

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Watched Dr Barry Awe again on YouTube, talking about 117 -the calling card of the Rapture. Didn't fully agree with the man but yea, something big (a sign?) seems to be looming over the Ramadan-Id season this 2024.

Charging my mobile fully to take out with me tomorrow on my weekly long walk. Will do some writing while out, using my MS folding keyboard. Many entities in my hands, trying to destroy flesh.

A quiet morning, cool and still. Will be writing 5HaaD today. Feel like coding vrs in Swift on my iPad instead of on Unix / Linux.

I've set up my iPad 10g with the Logi Wave Keys and put the screen in multitasking mode with the documentation floating above the app window, the source to the left. It's fun to be an Apple developer again. Lots to learn. With a full size keyboard, the coding should go quicker. Also made some progress on 5HaaD.

 

I didn't go far from home today as originally planned, but just to the mamak cafe half an hour's walk away. Good exercise for cheap. Should do this every midweek. And weekends to Amcorp / Digital Mall.

Restless at 3am...

I must have fallen asleep around 9:30pm last night, waking up at 1:30am. Just 4 hours sleep even after yesterday's grueling walk. Had hoped for more rest but the evil witchy Liews are acting up again. Not sure anything will help these fiends.

Took a cool shower to disengage from all the negative telepathy which actually is directed at the westerners / Royals. Need to do some teaching rather than seeking after wealth and fame. More later...

Taught the westerners about handling telepathy. Meanwhile the power of the roasted crisp potato with dip / gravy can't be denied to put away kids and babies. In a nutshell, TP comes to those who are not filled up with good things but feeling edgy / raw, thus taken advantage of.

Will be doing some light coding this morning and writing my novella tonight. Love using my new Wave Keys keyboard. More later...

Was up at 5am and went through my morning routine. As usual I will have to loo in 2 sessions. Took a shower anyway, just sitting on my bath stool and feeling the cool water running down, washing the stress away.

Developments in the mind wars. We cut down the spiritual powers of everyone who does too much / extreme vengeance. Hopefully this will be enough to establish peace. Feeling a bit better and am able to sit at the desk again.

It was a very hot and alternatingly wet day. The Ringgit hit an all time low against the USD, 4.80. Youtube is full of prophets and seems like nobody has much faith in a turnaround. Bitcoin is being offered in Japan, by banks. Not long before we see a worldwide financial collapse, protests everywhere.

Luxury peripherals...

Today, I finally got myself the keyboard of my dreams. We all remember the Microsoft natural keyboard and the Apple adjustable keyboard, later the Arc compact keyboard. Mine is the Logi Wave Keys. And for ~$44, it's not a bad deal.

This isn't a split-keys design tho the keys are angled slightly towards the center-back of the device and there is a hump middle which sweeps the D-K keys etc. upwards. Also, there are no key sets between the ENTER and numeric keypad which makes the form factor narrower and more usable on a small desk. Got to love the memory foam wrist rest, -makes all the difference.

Was pleased to find a wireless Bolt dongle which meant it works with FreeBSD, and has Bluetooth for my iPad should I need it one day. Keypress noise is less compared to some other keyboards. It took me a minute to adjust to the hump but now typing is effortless (I touch type). More later...

Being wireless means I can clear the center of my desk at moment's notice for paperwork / craft etc. Also one less cable to tuck away. Wish I had the money for a Logi Bolt mouse to go with the Wave Keys but that's secondary. I'm a writer and now I have my tool!

Picking up writing Once a Walk where I left off 2 days ago. Putting the new wave keys to good use. I’m not sure why I don’t mind revealing my novella title publicly but yea, stranger things happen in my life too. Feeling unsettled right now, as if many minds were scrambling for something that I, as their de-facto oracle, must have triggered. In reality, motivation for success in this life and the next is simply self diligence and self discipline carried through the current telepathy crisis. It is not trying to beat a sequence of traffic lights and fill up with cheap gasoline.

State of the watch collection…

I shall attempt to post pics of all my watches here with rationale behind each piece. Yea, it’s another oppressive day. Wonder if the warring parties will stop eating us alive. So here goes something more productive then… [updated with different strap combos]

Dad's old Bell-Matic from the early 70s. He used to wear this watch all the time when he was a postgrad in Canberra (where I was born and raised) and well into his job as a professor of medical science at UKM whereupon he purchased this Revue Thommen automatic chronograph. 

I bought this Q&Q moonphase quartz because I needed that complication for as little cash as possible, under $20. This watch really feels cheap and looks it, close up, mainly due to the bottle-glass domed crystal which is slightly hazy. Very happy on its yellow lizard.

One of my favorite watches, and so cheap, the Casio MQ-27 on a faux croc Bonetti strap. Looks like a Reverso dial albeit in a black resin case with 18mm lugs. Elegant and not the least a misbuy. If I had the money I would own a Tank Must.

Bluetooth step counter, the GBD-200. Love the soft PU band and the beige color. The display is MIP (memory in pixel), which is far classier compared to segmented LCDs. I don't wear it enough because it's a bit on the broad side. Prefer a 5600 sized case. For a bit more, you can also get the GBX-100 with moon and tide data but this was on sale.

Casio 800h digital, with full time and calendar display, 10-year battery life. A practical watch that I liked to own because of the F-105 Illuminator I had in university. This is its bigger brother, also very well made despite being cheap black plastic, CBP.

My first foray into AliExpress led to my owning a Baltany D12 for $99. Chinese watches can be rather soulless and overly sterile. It looks believable as a military homage which I sometimes use as a smarter looking beater.

This Tenor-Dorly was my first Swiss watch. There aren't many on the market. The story behind it was that I had to have a square watch on an exotic leather strap after seeing somebody with one. I did a double take and soon ordered the TD off Carousell from a seller in Kelantan. It arrived much abused and in need of a service and new parts for its ETA 2789, early 70s.

I bought this Carbon Core G-Shock 2200 in lieu of a MudMaster as Sunrise Time Centre didn't have stock of the model I wanted. Had to leave with something. This is a watch one can fall in love with. No seconds hand while the minute moves every 20s. The marbled / dirty gray looking resin is on an aftermarket stretchy NATO, very comfortable.

I had always wanted a Protrek -the watch with all you need for survival in the mountains, or the urban jungle. I wore this one on numerous 'adventures' and it remains one of my most loved timepieces. Just a little ugly-looking therefore non jealousy inducing. Due to budget constraints, I could only afford the entry level model.

I used to own a MudMan 9000 blackout which I loved because it was tough / rugged and nondescript. Now I have its bigger brother with moonphase, compass, thermal sensor, and solar charging. Worth every penny. Just a little bigger than I usually wear my watches. It should be a practical Tribulation EDC.

My mother bought me this Tissot PRS516 from an AD for my birthday after I was released from rehab. Features the Powermatic 80 "disposable" movement. My only watch with ceramic (bezel). Opened my eyes to Swiss workmanship over Japanese which I'd been collecting up till then. Swiss is somehow just that much organically classier.

I don't dive yet I impulse bought a dive computer by Citizen for 800RM off Shopee. It's a very nice watch provided you get the official rubber strap version. Love the ana-digi dial and the thick red hands. However I can't help feeling overdressed / under-skilled whenever I wear it. Guess people shouldn't repurpose out of the ordinary things like this as casual wear.

My first automatic was an SKX007 from Seiko. When it eventually bit it, I rushed to replace it. The AD only had an 077j for around $800 versus the $100 that Mom had paid for the 007 for me back when I was 25. A watch with niggling problems that never justified its price. A little research would have been better but I was shortly to enter rehab, being disorganized mentally. Eventually, it became my daily driver as of early 2024.

Q&Q Smilesolar 200m diver with push pull crown. It's well-made and has a unidirectional rotating bezel, all cast from resin. The tolerances are tight, even its lugs are drilled, but mostly people turn up their nose at it as it does resemble a Mr. DIY $3 watch. Maybe I was hasty buying it as I rarely wear it out except maybe to places which respect my personality more than my watch.

I had to have a Swatch Sistem51 automatic. It's a great piece to hold in your hands and admire not just for the smart, svelte and minimalist Swiss designed case and dial, but also the unique movement with 51 parts and a single screw visible through the display back. According to the salesperson, it can be showered with, at least mine can, with its biosourced resin strap. Took a while to figure out the buckle catch and release method.

It's hard to say goodbye to watch buying but I promised that this Orient TriStar would be my last piece. It holds a special place in my heart as it is automatic and compact with a striped sunburst dial and big gold markers and gold hands. It's also thick, and has a workhorse 469 / 7005 movement invented in the 70s. Cost me 360RM, on Shopee faux black lizard.

Some victories won…

There was a lot to do in mindspace today so I couldn’t work much. Now it’s almost midnight and nothing got done except freeing young people from mind control. Tomorrow, off to Mutiara to buy stuff for the new house. Supposed to plot Once a Walk. Maybe later, before sleep. Took half a Rivotril / sedative. Realized I don’t really like wearing watches much nowadays.

Came up with a design for inflatable tennis balls and a trainer. Also a home-building innovation. May post it on Facebook later this week. I think the rubble walls and pillars should be side-beaten to settle before sputtering with the mixed epoxy cement. Failed to find slim pneumatic tubing for the tennis balls. May have to roll my own from a liquid latex wedge and a thin cut into the ball surface. Can't wait to try these elegant solutions out.

May do a different run tomorrow, all the way down the road at full pace, then back home slowly. More later…

 

I ran at full pace this morning and felt fine. I need to up my fitness and health before the end of next week when I have a blood test. Also stopped taking sugary foods. Both Mom and Dad are diabetic. 

 

Managed to plot Once a Walk a bit more but stopped to test compiling Python to C via Cython and cc. It almost works. Need to set path to the python3.9 header files. Lots to do, actually. And yesterday, I noticed my plastic ruler was missing. Put on a/c to cool down after a warm shower. I have a new showering stool from IKEA, 25RM and got a 5RM wooden phone / tablet holder for Mom. Good designs, both.

The coding is going well. Will finish by tomorrow if I can pull an all nighter tonight. Checked the ABY for guidance. It mainly concerns my extended family who have ‘tears in heaven’. I, on the other hand do not feature except to help them out.

Being satisfied….

I was watching a video of how Patek designed and assembled their grandmaster chime, 20 complications wristwatch. Apparently it costs over a million USD. And I thought of the $75 Orient on my wrist, my compromise grail. Is it possible to ever be satisfied in life?

Oppressed by masses of sinful people, I took to the road, seeing new things every day. Then I took to spending money online buying. Finally I write -a little too much actually, to tell my life’s story. And I find that once a person is made to bear others’ hearts, that a delicate balance tips and something precious is broken, foreseeably forever lost.

Being satisfied isn’t the string of thoughts and emotions we form from our ventures and conquests. Far less the lifeless idols of metal and wood that fuel them. It forms, not from peace in idleness, nor in diligence. It is not the big payoff every month. Satisfaction is not even salvation. It is not any higher purpose. Rather, being satisfied is achieving long lasting balance in life. It is stability. This is not (again) telling yourself a sweet (prophetic) story, but is a physical, concrete thing, also digital.

Even Mother Teresa had doubts later in life. Her satisfaction lay purely in relationships and deeds. If she had made artworks, she would have more peace. If she had invented a machine, written a better Bible, or won the Miss Universe contest when she was younger. It matters that you’re skilled yet have shared nothing with the world, that you have possessions not put to work, that you dream but never move the hearts of others, just your own, in futility to feel satisfied.

In a nutshell, we cannot have invisible satisfaction, even that which exists in the ether of feelings between hearts. We require balance, which comes from repetition of physicality. Having a goal just leads to further chasing after the wind. So like the constancy in the beats of a Patek, within its ornate case, amid its hundreds of minute parts, there is real satisfaction even if you do not own one!

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For example, this morning, I put on my Casio black resin tank. It cost me $19 including a nicer strap and is my cheapest watch. Wearing this piece, I see no need for a Reverso or Tank Must. And the reason is not that I’m cheap, much less holy, not even a dreamer-ascetic to pad my pride! Wearing this Casio fills me with satisfaction that someone cares to make a watch well, at an affordable price point -and that I own one all for myself. I swapped its strap for lizard embossed leather not because I hypocritically desired more luxury, but because it made the watch much more believable for little coin -like proper dress watches look. Thus I perpetuate humble perfection through my presence.

My main rig...

I bought my BioStar Kabini mobo 7 years ago off a Lelong online store. BS is known for its toughened motherboards which I proceeded to outfit with 8gb of Kingston Value RAM. The quad core A-5000 APU with Radeon 8000 graphics came fitted to the board beneath a large passive cooling copper heatsink.

Along with the mobo, I got a WD Blue hard drive from a neighborhood computer store that was in the process of downsizing even as I shopped there. I also picked up a BenQ 22" PVA LED display. Their last one.

For its PSU, I chose a locally made SuperPower gaming supply. Tough and reliable, it has so far lasted over 10 years and was cheap. It has a new fan I got off Shopee, called "Snow Man", which was advertised as silent which it almost is.

Lacking a case, I stacked the components in a box like books in a bookshelf. Later, I used packing foam to stack the drive and mobo on top of the PSU so it looks neater and more compact.

This FreeBSD workstation is now my main workhorse, outfitted with a clicky MS keyboard and smooth tracking Logi gaming mouse. More later...

I’m making headway on my projects, my Bible study app and my novella loosely based on my life experiences. Finding that working at my desk on FreeBSD quite productive and relaxing. Laptops and tablets make one lazier compared to a full desktop PC / Mac. I still iPad every day and have charged up a travel BT keyboard to take my writing on the road with my Nokia / Google docs. This EOM, I will be at TRX to visit the new Apple Store, assuming it actually opens there.

A be humble year and a humble leader…

Humbleness is simply attributing thanks to God for any success and taking your lumps knowing that He has eyes, or so the Cantonese proverb goes. Being humble and slowly but surely making and leading changes is the dragon’s lot this 2024. 

Staying home this Chinese new year, not meeting too many people. Not receiving too much ang pow. Being satisfied with a life of service. We have scant hours to send off the witchy Liew 6 who attack indiscriminately round the clock. Nobody knows if they will actually die on CNY day. More later…

My cash stash is growing back and will hit 1kRM by end of February. Have stopped eating sweet festive cookies and oily foods ahead of my blood test in just 11 days. This will be a challenging year, one in which I will have to overcome and persevere by discipline and steadfast long-suffering. Otherwise, for the glory of God. More later…

Back from a long, tiring walk. Thankfully it wasn’t very hot. Had lunch out as well as a coffee for breakfast. The importance of a stimulating change of environment every 4-5 days can’t be stressed enough. Now it’s back to being sedentary and oppressed until next weekend when I will visit the flea market at Amcorp, walking down to Asia Jaya afterwards. Now “Prince William”, who is somewhat unbalanced, needs to be mentally rearranged.

Talked to the mind fighters about proper behavior as we approach the end of days. Unfortunately the Liew witches are still sowing strife. We discussed some of the signs preceding rapture as we approach Id al Fitr this April and how God will shorten the days of suffering as Jesus hinted, because of the conflict in the middle east and the negative telepathy.

I’m busy coding a Bible study app on Unix. Something to occupy the time until we’re ‘air lifted’ to safety. Have to check the ABY for tomorrow's guidance. 

Reunion dinner…

So on the eve of reunion, my case back press snapped. And around that time, we put the Liew 6’s souls back in place. They got themselves corrupted by western bikini photos, so later were scorned out of their hearts when they attempted to push prophecy against the UK and USA. This must have been embarrassing to a hilt, which soon severed their moral compasses (heart-soul connection). But enough psychology, there needs to be action. They’ve tortured and misled Christians and Royals enough. More later…

Tidied my desk / room / cobwebs and emptied my waste basket which was over full. Bit of an effort but CNY is tomorrow and all clearing junk (clipping hair and nails too) has to stop today, by tradition. Unfortunately, the UK is pressing me for additional help which they say must happen naturally. So just going along with it.

I’ve been readying to return the damaged case back press after lunch. May need a ride from Dad to the post office as well as a packet of some sort to contain the box and to affix the free returns label I printed on our home inkjet. Given up repairing the HMT. UK forces striking us with pain after we were kind to them, *sigh*.

Told the secrets of telepathy and telekinesis to the desperate fighters from the UK. These aren’t super secrets, just things we all forgot during the later years after the 60-70s, supposedly to make the world safer. In reality it opened sensitive institutions to attack by evil witches.

At the desk again...

My work desk, a crude refurb / repurposed teak dining table

The powers that be had forced me into lying on the floor with my iPad but this morning, they are shaken by mass protest against their negative telepathy. Thus I am able to sit at the desk again and type this on my Pi 4 where I installed a big Microsoft keyboard. Also enjoying the MS Ocean Plastic Mouse I bought yesterday.

I remember peacefully sitting at the desk when I had an iMac DV then an eMac G4. That was over 20 years ago. I loved those computers, they had soul and a strong design concept. Now, I use a bunch of uncoordinated peripherals plugged into a deck of cards sized SBC, running modified opensource Linux.

Becoming the focus of every telepathic sinner's emotions and thoughts drove me to desperation. But now begins the long road / fight back to sanity and productivity, even in these end times. I'm writing some new stories for submission and watching YouTube in between, yea at the desk. More later...

Waiting for my parcel so I can press close the case back of my HMT hand-wind. Hope it arrives today, before CNY reunion dinner. This watch, my cheapest ($13) has a special place in my heart. Likewise my Raspberry Pi 4 SBC which cost me just $37 plus a bit more for the heatsink, cables, and SD card.

My latest tale is about an ancient board game, discovered by a group of college students. I will be doing up this story well with full editing, and hope to get it published by FFM. Meanwhile my parcel is on delivery! More later...

Monitoring my watch, it seems to go from -10/day to 0 in about 12 hours, 0 to +50/day in another 12. So if I wind the mainspring once every 24 hours, the accuracy should be -10*12/2/2 + 50*12/2/2 or 150-30, 2 minutes a day. It's better to wind the watch twice a day, morning 6am and night 6pm.

My Orient TriStar video on my YouTube channel is doing well for some reason. Watches are a symbol of maturity / readiness to father children.

Debts and always paying back -a review of the MS Ocean Plastic Mouse...

I have a couple of Microsoft peripherals and 2 PC laptops with Windows but I needed to pay MS back for using their free office software and some of their professional fonts in my work, Mss2.pdf which you can get from FreeLunch.my FREE for a limited time. It was always my philosophy to take first, and return later. That's how money is made. Thus I bought their Ocean Plastic Mouse this afternoon halfway along my weekly trek around the city and by rail.

I had always admired the OPM because I love nature conservation and like funky plastics. Took some photos of the mouse while I recharged with a basic lunch at a mamak cafe where I met a cute girl with a thick body. I love those shapes, plus she was courteous. Also nobody hounded me at All-IT which is indicative of several things, possibly. And is it just me, or is the police presence around PJ increasing lately?

Hard to peel open this tiny package

Surprise -a beautiful presentation box

Ahh... the smell of the sea

At 129RM, this is not a cheap mouse. But it is Bluetooth wireless, which you can expect to pay 80RM for at the very least. Came with a Duracell battery inside -a nice touch of class. The main draw is the shell which is slightly translucent and pearl-glow, like raw French sea salt. Compared to my Logi M590 which has discolored a bit, the OPM can only get better with age, being already dotted with specks of impurities.

Tracking is good with MS's BlueTrack LED technology, and its size isn't too bulky to fit in a laptop bag. The click action is definitive and scrolling, virtually silent. Shape-wise, not visibly ergonomic other than that either the heel of your thumb or your index finger can rest comfortably, depending on your hands being smaller or bigger.

Like my Orient TriStar, the OPM is probably going to be with me a long time, as is often the case with things designed with love and conscientiousness. It fits in well with my clicky NOS MS Multimedia Keyboard hooked up to a power-saving Raspberry Pi 4 in passive-cooling heatsink armor. Due to the mess on my huge desk, my monitor is in portrait view and leaning up against the wall on a dashboard mat, at half HD resolution. And just like that funky dirt speckled plastic, I feel at home among my many ongoing efforts and interests strewn dis-spiritedly of late, about this small bedroom-office. OPM you have been assimilated!

Return of the king…

I triumphed over the hand destroyers and the Liew witches, this night, 8pm. Tomorrow, or rather tonight, as they lie sleeping, we reset their bones and send them for casting just to make sure everything fuses strong. I have to stay up past 11pm. The Liew army went a bridge too far, destroying my hand. Praise be to the Father!

It’s time for my mid weekly long walk. Don’t feel much like it but exercise is important when people are using your body. Put on my MudMan as the TriStar on leather is unsuitable for outdoor walks. Feel like buying a Microsoft intellimouse or wheel mouse optical.

When nothing much got done…

The past week, progress on my projects has been slow. I did fix my watch, submit a short story, and make a video for my channel. Also cooked a few meals for the folks, re-wrote the chorus to my old tune, Sunny Days, and went out for a long walk.

This week I hope to draft project HaH, my maiden novel. And it’s 4 days till reunion dinner. More later…

Feeling happy and rested today as CNY approaches. I have amassed enough wealth and desirables, got closer to family and friends. Been just a little bit productive even. Unfortunately, evil lurks, waiting to pounce on us and our VIP “guests”. The danger to important people is real. Most of the time, I can do nothing much else than protect these burdens.

Close to midnight. Can feel fighting going on around me and thus am unable to sleep or work, stuck between states. Writing a flash fiction piece for submission to FFM. The plot is interesting and deals with human nature and mind over matter.

Feeling weary of keeping my journal and writing stories as prophecy itself is being fulfilled around me. I need to get out and about more, soon. Wear my hat. Will be out to Kuala Lumpur, SS2, and Amcorp every week starting tomorrow.

So no run at 6am. I will be heading to and through SS2 on what could be a very long walk. Will snap some photos to blog on and have a drink there too. HMT seems ready to be cased up as the hands don’t collide anymore. I have to figure out how I’ll find the crown stem hole.

Bought a $5 press to snap my caseback on. No sense ruining a good watch for saving a fiver. And it could come in handy later on as well. Want to write my story for FFM tonight as I’m being raked with phantom emotions and need to do something light.

Writing / watch repairs underway…

Today no more being lazy. I have to write project HaH. Thinking of starting on my Pi4 now that it’s set up on my desk. Will wait for 7am to begin. Need a rest as there is hitting going on around my mindspace. More later…

Everything is set up for writing. I have my clicky MS keyboard and full page monitor. Meanwhile I was able to open up my HMT Chinar hand-wind with a standard caseback knife. Needs some work to get it started again and its dial realigned. Hopefully I can do it myself. No rush as I have the Tristar to wear.

Feeling unmotivated. Also have to make pasta for lunch in about half an hour. 11 people viewed my Tristar review video and it got 1 like. May have to remove the watch’s balance assembly to see if the pallet fork is jammed. Then to slow the rate down below the current 2 minutes per day.

Did lots of plotting and brainstorming on characters, their background, and subplot. This is fun work. But eventually I have to write prose which I’m slacking at.

Realigned the Chinar’s dial quite well. Sorting out the jammed balance and will regulate it by tonight. Just taking life easy. Maybe it will work, maybe not. Meanwhile my Tristar is set to gain 15s again by 8:15pm. Will take a shower and resume work later. I had 5 dumps today!

Mom is making steamed pork mince with preserved veg, charchoy. One of my favorite dishes. Dinner will serve soon. Doing some more plotting and outlining from my iPad as I’m pressed to the floor of my bedroom.

Came up with lots of character (history) development and their concerns and personalities. This will help pad my writing beautifully.

With some luck and gentle prodding, the balance wheel finally came alive. Glad to have my HMT back maybe even better than I received it. Thinking it may get the green canvas strap now on my Baltany D12. But it’s late and I will be turning in in 2 hours.

When you can’t afford it…

In my time as a watch enthusiast and somewhat ‘collector’, I’ve always known the tradeoffs at every price point. For example, the Monster to the SKX is so glaringly obvious, and the MarineMaster 300m, a huge leap above. Even an entry level Seiko diver was better, more solid, than cheap, chromed Casio analogs and I swore never to buy those. When I was gifted a Tissot for my birthday, I immediately noticed the Swiss craftsmanship and design prowess over average-priced Japanese models. It was a paradigm shift from Asian watches.

Trouble was, almost nobody in Asia wears such an ostentatiously nice watch. Nor did it fit with my daily doings and goings about. But around that time, I started searching for my personal favorite, “one watch”. I originally wanted the Orient Star Royal, about $2k back when I was a young man. I also liked the Seiko Alpinist which was 2.5kRM. I had a thing for dressy compact watches on strap -besides divers.

What I’m getting at is I discovered early what kind of watch I liked YET got waylaid by others’ opinions and recommendations. I bought, at one point, a $800 Prospex diver to replace the SKX and sorely regretted it. This when I patently knew I wasn’t sincerely into chunky watches.

Making many mistakes, I bought quite a number of watches with little purpose and less soul. Casios included. A watch’s soul is not its intended purpose / feature set / even its outward design or movement. It is the comfort with which you bond with it, whatever “it” might be for you.

The next step is refining your search. I hit gold albeit in a dead end alley with a HMT hand wind. Backtracking, I passed on pre-loved Star Classics and hot Bambinos. I didn’t give up Googling in that direction and discovered the Orient Tristar line. Budget watches for poorer people / nations. It was like discovering Shopee and Decathlon. It took me about a week of research to decide if I should spend $75 on one. Eventually I did.

The Tristar comes in IIRC 3 case shapes and about 8 dial choices. I chose the classic shape with shimmering vertical banded dial in champagne and chunky applied markers. It spoke to who I am and what I wanted others to know me as. More later…

I put it on a vintage-style honey brown Baltany strap. Like the ones with white stitching on the shoulders and end tip. This morning, I was at the flea market and my watchmaker recommended me a used Rado leather band in dark brown. It had a gold buckle to match the markers and hands, a subtle natural grain / texture. Being dark and serious, it makes the gilded bits shine more convincingly. 55RM. His first sale of the day. And it struck me, I loved my prematurely aging friend, more worried about him than my band and its imperfections.

And I had a thought that this might be the watch I wear on the day we’re redeemed.

Orient Tristar and a very early morning…

I woke up at 4am, after taking half a Rivotril last night. Must have slept 5-6 hours. Begins the day-long wait for the Orient Tristar I ordered Tuesday, 3 days ago. Can’t wait to hold it in person and make a new video for my channel. More later…

At the dot of 2 minutes past 6pm, in the wake of a rainstorm, the watch was finally delivered. I was not expecting such grail emotions to flow from this very budget purchase, $75, but I honestly believe I have found my one true ‘happy life-day’ watch. 360RM is very reasonable.

The watch case is 35mm wide at 9-3 / not including an unsigned domed crown. The lug width seems a half mm over 18mm and there is a day of week change button in the spot Seiko reserves for Kinetics. The case design is classic from every angle. No blocky sides or sharp bits. Markers are gold KitKat. Very little lume and an unspecified WR. The movement is a Seiko 7005 modded ebauche or the 469, IIRC Orient named it. Suspect this piece to be from 2006, by the printer’s date on its warranty manual. Here are some pics:

It is sometimes hard to read the time!

Classic casework.

All clean, if you thought blue goo was tough to get off.

As you can see it’s not a dial for everyone but I personally like it. Failed to get a good timegraph reading somehow, it hovered suspiciously around +30s per day. Can’t be true, can it? Maybe it was the magnet on my iPad where the mic is located. More investigating soon…

Bringing the Tristar into the bathroom where there is better light helped the legibility of the dial. Under my LED bulb it is also legible. It didn’t like the lighting transition we had, from 6-8pm somehow. The results of my timing over one hour are: approximately +0.5s / 1 hr. or +12s per day.

Healthier living…

My enforced yearly blood test is coming up in 3 weeks. I have been exercising consistently and will be dieting a bit more from now onwards. Rest is also important as well as avoiding stress. This is true when many people depend on you through the mind. It affects one’s body, being made to bear and shield.

It’s almost 10am and my parcel is still stuck at the PJ hub. Hope it arrives by this afternoon. More later…

Ailments like diabetes etc. fly through the air, giving hell to the Liew and Royals hell givers. We decided to just give the criminal minds a small limp which they can remedy with an ankle brace, rather than mess up everyone’s insides such as what might have happened to Princess Kate last month. I think everyone agrees not to be bloodthirsty and cruel. God gave Jacob a limp for struggling against Him. Ours is much milder for crimes much worse.

Still no delivery alert from Shopee. But the morning is otherwise quite peaceful. Antichrists convene a meeting while lashing out at Christians. When you’re evil, you want to eat the world and have it too.

Would be interesting if my parcel arrived today. 11am and no update. Another 5:45pm delivery maybe. 12:30pm and still no movement on my parcel. Beginning to worry it won’t arrive today. Wondering about lunch instead. So it looks like Friday will be “new watch day” after all. Hope it delivers early, ~11:30am would be good.

I’ve cut down on sugary foods almost totally. Remembering not to overindulge over the celebration period. My body doesn’t crave sweets most of the time nor salty or spicy things much. But I do appreciate brewed coffee occasionally, and a beer when I can get one.

It’s too late to expect any parcels but I did have a light dinner of sour sauce, beans, cucumber, and chicken omelette. There are numerous mind problems to solve that will take most of the night. I will be sleeping late. Seems the Liew 6 are taking revenge on the British from the outside now.